Page 47 of Kian's Devotio
And when she followed the line of his long body down his washboard stomach and to the line of hair that crept from his navel to his cock, she squeezed her thighs together.
He was large, hard and his cock was pointing straight at her.
She swallowed and when he saw her thighs clench, his fists clenched.
A drop of clear liquid beaded up on his tip and slowly dripped from it, making her moan.
She had never wanted to taste something more in her life and he knelt between her thighs, “I see the way you are looking at me, and I can’t stand it a moment longer. Do you want this? Want me? If you say no, I will get us both dressed and will never bother you again.”
She bit her lip and then let it out with a breath, “I want you more than words can say. Make me yours Kian.”
He shook his head, “You have always been mine, now is just a formality.”
Then he leaned forward and kissed her, placing the tip of his cock at her entrance and pushing inside slowly.
She felt her untried body slowly give way and there was a slight pinching as he broke through her virginity, but that was all.
He groaned when he seated himself fully inside her and she let out a sigh of relief and contentment.
Then he moved his hips, pulling out and then pushing in, oh so slowly.
She let out a gasp and he did it again and again, slowly building up as he went faster and faster.
She felt the orgasm making itself known and she could feel her core start to clench around his hard shaft.
He pumped his hips deeper into her, lifting her leg around his hip that hit a spot inside her, that made her see stars.
She was crying out as he got deeper and hit a spot inside her that made her clench him hard, and then he reached down between them, after licking his thumb and rubbed her clit gently, making her cry out even louder.
He kept moving his hips, going faster and harder, and kept touching her clit, until the climax hit her hard.
She cried out his name and he buried the length of his cock inside her a few more times before groaning into her neck.
She felt his release deep inside her and loved the feel of it. The branding of it.
He collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms around him, wanting to be covered by him always.
When he turned them to the side, he was still breathing hard and she kissed his chest. Right over the tattoo of her name.
He kissed her head over and over and held her close, running his hands down her back and covering her body with goosebumps.
“I love you Karalee.”
She smiled and looked up at him, into his beautiful eyes. “I love you too.”
He shut his eyes and she kissed his chest again, “I never will ever get tired of hearing that.”
She grinned and shut her eyes too, breathing him in and savoring the fact that she was in his arms.
He finally let her go, and then went to the bathroom, where he came back seconds later with a wet washcloth.
He gently wet her thighs and cleaned her up and then kissed her stomach softly before climbing back up the bed and holding her close again.
“Brek left a few essentials here, thank heavens.”
She laughed and he kissed her head again.
“So, what do you think? Do you like the house? If not,”
