Page 58 of Summer Heat
Because I was certain even back then that I couldn't control myself around her. She was someone who wouldn't have given me a chance if I hadn't invited her to live in my house.
I sucked on her nipple, determined to make her feel good. She moaned as I sucked on one, then the other, her hand holding my head to her. I moved more slowly, letting my pelvis grind against her clit, driving her higher.
I wanted her to unravel again.
Her muscles were strung tight.
I lifted my head in time to see her bite her lip, and then she arched her head back, letting go so beautifully. Her body trembled around me as I continued to thrust.
I followed her over, groaning into her shoulder, knowing I'd never experienced anything that felt like this. It wasn't just sex. I felt like I'd connected with her. I'd built something here in the house. Something precious and beautiful. Something I didn't want to lose.
Clouds were starting to roll in, blocking our view of the stars. In the distance, I heard a rumble of thunder.
I rolled off her, getting rid of the condom. "We should head downstairs."
Kinsley sighed. "I think you sapped all my energy."
"I can carry you if you want." Pride shot through me that I made her feel so good that she couldn't move. I gathered the pillows, throwing them in the teak container I used for storage. Then I held my hand out to her.
She stood with my help, her body on perfect display. Her breasts were small but perky, her hips softly curved, and her skin tan.
I threw her my shirt so she could cover herself and pulled on my briefs. I gathered our clothes and placed them inside on the couch. I'd get them later. "Let's take a shower and go to bed."
"A shower sounds amazing."
In our bathroom, I turned on the water, reminiscing about the times I thought we'd be here together. I'd thought it was a fantasy that wouldn't happen. But now it was my reality. She was here with me.
She stood under the shower head in the middle, and I pointed the others at her so that she got the full experience. She leaned her head back, wetting her hair, her eyes fluttering closed.
I wanted to have sex with her again. I wanted to drop to my knees and eat her out. I wanted her to come with her hands in my hair, crying out my name.
Her eyes fluttered open. "What are you thinking about?"
"All the things I want to do to you, but I'm not sure you can handle any more tonight."
Her eyes flashed with challenge. "Don't underestimate me."
"You want me?" I was talking about more than this moment, but she didn't need to know that. Not yet.
She nodded, and I dropped to my knees, quickly adjusting myself on the hard tile. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but I didn't plan on drawing this out. We both needed sleep, and I had to work tomorrow.
But I couldn't have her naked in my shower and not show her how much I desired her. Her fingers gripped my hair just like I'd imagined, and I widened her legs. I parted her folds and licked her, circling her clit. Once it was plump, I sucked on it. Her hips bucked against me. She was beautiful above me, her nipples hard points and her head falling back, her hair hanging behind her.
I used two fingers to mimic my cock inside her, and she cried out, my name reverberating on the walls around us. It was exactly what I wanted.
I wiped my face on the back of my hand, standing. I washed her body, wishing we had more time. But we needed rest.
I had a job to do here on this house, and I wouldn't disappoint anyone. We quickly rinsed off, and I grabbed her a towel while she turned off the water.
Kinsley applied lotion to her skin. In the bedroom, I grabbed a shirt for her to sleep in.
I pulled down the blankets, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. When she did, she smelled like the lotion she'd just applied. I was pleased when she pulled the shirt over her head, climbed in, and curled into my side.
I'd expected her to make some excuse about sleeping in her own room. But Maya wasn't here. We didn't have to worry about anyone walking in.
Tonight was for us, and I was content to have her in my bed and in my arms. As her breath evened out, I kissed the top of her head, my heart full.
How did I get so lucky? Maybe it was the house, the ambiance, or the food. But the negative voice in my head reminded me that a lot of women wanted to sleep with me. Not many wanted to stick around for anything more.
