Page 27 of Kissing Kayley
What we had together felt different from any relationship I’d ever experienced before, eclipsing my memories of past lovers until they withered to nothing more than transparent, sepia-tinged thoughts barely worth revisiting.
I’d been emotionally tuned in enough to never get married, because my spousewasthe Secret Service as I’d worked my way up through the ranks. I’d never lied to any of my romantic partners about that, either, and none of the breakups I’d experienced were anything but amicable.
During my past relationships, from the beginning I was honest about my career’s claims on my time. I always left the door open for them to leave if they felt they needed more than I was able to give, with no hard feelings for their departure.
A couple of them were kind enough to add, “It’s not you, it’s me,” to their good-bye, but no. Those were unintentional lies.
It was always me and I’d gone into every relationship I’d ever had knowing it was only a matter of when, not if, it would end.
Then again, witnessing first-hand as countless coworkers endured messy break-ups and divorces because their job came before their personal life went a long way toward inoculating me against letting my feels and my cock make life-altering decisions for me.
Then I’d met Kayley and she challenged everything I’d thought I knew about myself. Whether it was her or the timing, I don’t know. It didn’t even matter that she was the president’s sister-in-law. For the first time in my life, I knew I’d met someone I was willing to make difficult choices for if it meant we could makethiswork forever.
That had to mean something, right?
It felt like our bodies fit together perfectly. We’d quickly outgrown our new-partner awkwardness and every time I made love to her, it felt better than before.
Heaven had to be here,this.
Her.
I held back, relishing every sensation, slowly thrusting while the heat of her body fisted my cock and made me want to blow.
If I retired and moved to California, this could be my daily reality.
That is, if I didn’t let my brain eat me alive from the inside out and sour our relationship because I’d walked away from my career before achieving all of my professional goals.
I rolled onto my back, bringing her with me without dislodging my cock. She let out an adorable squeal, and I loved that I was the only one lucky enough to ever hear it.
She smiled down at me. “Make me do the work, huh?” But she slowly rolled her hips and that nearly rolled my eyes back in my head.
“Notallthe work.” I reached up, pulled the T-shirt up and off over her head, and tossed it aside. “I’ll help.” I cupped her breasts in my hands and gently rubbed the pads of my thumbs over her nipples.
“You will, huh?”
“Of course, baby. Can’t let you have all the fun.”
“How chivalrous.” She braced her hands on my chest and leaned in for another kiss, her eyelids sweetly fluttering closed.
Even this between us felt…right. Our mutual snarky natures played well together. I didn’t find myself constantly apologizing for my sarcasm because she understood it was just that and slung her own just as easily. Meaning she didn’t constantly have to hold back and weigh every word out of fear my ego might get bruised.
I know, we’re a pair, all right.
A pair ofwhat, I’m not sure.
Not that it matters, I suppose.
As she rode me, I lightly raked my nails up and down her sides before I cupped her breasts again to play with her nipples.I lightly pinched them, rolling them between my thumb and fingers. Every touch made her pussy flutter around me and drew little gasps from her.
“Like that?” I asked.
She slowly nodded, her lower lip now caught under her teeth and her breath quickening.
“We could try nipple clamps,” I said, increasing the pinch. “Find an adjusting pair and start off slow. Imagine how it’d feel with a set of those swinging from your nipples, me fucking you doggy style, smacking that gorgeous ass of yours?—”
“Oh!” Her eyes fell closed as she picked up speed riding me, her hand dipping between her legs.
“I think my girl likes that idea,” I teased, adding a little bit of tugging to the rolling pinch I was giving her. It was taking every bit of self-control I had not to explode because she’s sexy as fuck when she does that while riding me.
