Page 61 of Vengeful Seduction
Just as I was swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, intending to stand, the door opened. Kaye walked in, her eyes red and slightly puffy, like she’d been crying. As much as I tried to harden my heart against her, the sight touched me.
“Kaye,” I whispered, but she shook her head. She walked over to me, her face strange and dreamy, and for a moment I was absolutely certain she was going to hit me again.
She didn’t.
Instead, she climbed into my lap, straddling my hips and wrapping her slender arms around me. Her body settled, warm and feminine and fragrant, in my lap, and her lips found mine.
The kiss started off soft, both of us trying it out to see if it fit after the huge fight we’d had. It quickly grew and changed as we both figured out it did. If anything, we fit better than ever.
She was so eager and pliant in my arms, her kisses sweet, but with definite heat to them. It was like we were both trying to make up for the fight, forget it, and move on.
Maybe I hadn’t messed up too badly after all. Maybe there was still hope. Though for what, I wasn’t entirely sure.
It was enough to lose myself in her, at least for the moment. So I cupped the sweet, round curve of her ass and pulled her body toward me. She yielded to me, and it seemed impossible to think we had been fighting only a short time ago.
“David. David, I love you,” Kaye murmured into the kiss, her breath hot on my lips. She rubbed against me, and I could feel her slick wetness as she moved. She hadn’t bothered putting on any underwear before coming here, and I was glad for it.
“I love you too, Kaye,” I whispered back, and it was the first time I’d said the words and allowed myself to acknowledge how much I meant them.
Maybe she heard the sincerity in my voice because she smiled at me and pushed me back onto the bed. She went with me, staying on top of me, and kissing me as though we could somehow become one person instead of two.
I wasn’t used to having a woman on top of me. I wasn’t used to giving a woman any sort of control over me. In this one situation, though, it felt okay. No, not okay. It felt amazingly perfect. It felt like the best thing that could happen right then.
For awhile, at least, it was heaven. Letting her grind her slick clit down against my cock—letting her use me—it was incredible. But soon, it wasn’t enough.
I had to taste her.
She was so small and it was so easy for me to flip her onto her back, even with the leverage she had being on top of me. I held her there and once more she yielded to me, giving me back control.
She had shown me, though, that she wouldn’t just do whatever I said. Yes, she had submissive tendencies, but she also had a mind of her own. Trying to force her to take Brent to bed wasn’t going to work.
Right then, I was nothing but glad about that fact.
I slid down her body, caressing it with my fingers, my lips, and my tongue, working my way over her luscious curves and worshiping them all. My tongue flicked over her navel, and she moaned, only encouraging me to continue.
“David,” she whispered, and I smiled. I loved the way she said my name when she was really, truly aroused. “David, more, please. Don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping.
Without hesitation, I shifted between her legs, inhaling the heavenly scent of her. I gazed up at her, met her eyes, saw her looking right back at me, and lowered my head so my lips brushed over her clit.
The taste of her—sweet and feminine—filled my mouth, and I moaned softly as I worked on her. For a few moments, she let me, moaning and writhing up against my mouth, then she reached down and gripped my head.
“I can’t take it,” she whispered. “David, I need you inside me. Right now.”
How was I supposed to resist that, especially when it was what I needed more than anything else in the world right then? I needed the connection to her and only being buried inside of her and having her come over and over again on my cock was going to be able to give me what I really wanted.
I’d scared myself. When she had kicked me out, I had thought maybe I had lost her completely. It was a terror that had nothing to do with my grandfather’s money either.
“God, Kaye,” I murmured, then gripped her by the hips and turned us both over so I was on my back and she was perched on top of me. “I love you. Fuck yourself on me.”
With a glad little cry, she sank down on me. Slipping inside of her was so easy. She felt like satin around me, so tight and hot, and I gripped her hips, pushing up into her as much as I could.
“Kaye,” I moaned, rocking slowly, but she had the control. Maybe she needed it, after the things I’d said to her.
Maybe, on some level, we both needed it.
She rode me, and luckily, she seemed to be as worked up as I was. She clenched tightly around me, her body starting to writhe, impaled on my cock, and I gazed up at her in wonder.
