Page 47 of Aviator
She settles over my dick and leans forward to kiss me. I let her, then say, “I want that, too, baby, but first, I want to taste that pussy. Come sit on my face.”
At this, she hesitates a little. “Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m fucking sure.” I put my hands under her thighs and lift her until she’s straddling my face. She lets out a squeal of surprise and delight. “I’ve been dreaming about this for days.”
“Well, if you insist,” she says with mock resignation.
“Grip the headboard,” I order.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
I spread her wide, then fuse my mouth to her clit, flicking the engorged flesh with my tongue. She jerks her hips, and I imagine her eyes rolling into the back of her head. My mouth waters at the taste of her.
She hovers over me like she’s worried about suffocating me. Tapping her on the thigh, I pull away and say, “I said I wanted you to sit on my face.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Princess, I’m not fucking worried about you hurting me. Now sit that pussy on my face so I can get a good taste.”
Her legs buckle, and I groan in satisfaction. Already her thighs are shaking, and I encourage her to grind on me as I fuck her with my tongue, then suck her clit until the noises coming out of her throat are choked by sobs. My dick is as hard as a fucking rock, and it takes all of my concentration to keep from coming right along with her.
She melts to the bed as I arrange her on her back and pull a condom from my nightstand. What can I say? I may be celibate, but I’m a good little Marine—always prepared. I have it on my dick in the next breath. My hand goes between us to find her silky-wet and sensitive, if the way she jerks is any indication.
I meet her eyes to touch base. “This okay?” I ask.
Kenna nods, smiling softly. “Yes.”
Her arms twine around my neck as I drive inside. She arches, baring her neck, and I bite the soft place between her shoulder and throat. Her thighs bracket my hips, and she tightens around me, enclosing me and surrounding me with her limbs, her heat. I said being around her was like stepping into the sunshine, and that couldn’t be more true in this moment.
I’m so close to the fucking edge I have to sit back up and catch my breath. Grabbing her knees, I spread her wide, and she thrashes her head from side to side. I wish I had a little vibrator to bring her back to orgasm and make a mental note to invest in one. Instead, I release my hold on one leg, lick my thumb and rub it softly over her clit. Her responding moan is deep and breathy.
I grit my teeth, so close to coming from that sound alone. “God fucking damn, you’re beautiful all spread out like this. I want you to come all over my dick.” She clenches around me at the sound of my voice. Princess likes when I talk dirty to her.
I release her other leg, and she keeps them high and wide. I bring one of her hands to feel where I’m driving into her, and I damn near think she stops breathing. Putting my hand to her throat, I don’t squeeze but just let her feel it and confirm she’s still breathing. God, she’s so fucking close.
My thumb glides over her frantically now. I drink in the sight of her all flushed and slick, taking me deep and gripping me tight, her fingers spread so they can feel where I’m grinding into her.
And that does it for me. I come first a-fucking-gain, but then she expels a long breath and whispers, “I’m coming, I’m coming,” and I don’t beat myself up too bad. Hard to when she looks so goddamn beautiful as she does.
* * *
Later, I give her my sweats and a T-shirt to wear after we’ve napped on and off and cleaned up. I tug her out of the bedroom and get her situated on a stool at the bar in the kitchen. Gramps is taking an afternoon nap, and Sunny wanders down the hall at the smell of food cooking. Spotting Kenna, he beelines for her and leaps into her lap.
She pets him idly and sips a cup of coffee I placed in front of her. “Thanks. Oh my god, this is so good.”
“It’s no mocha, but it’s hot.”
“Tastes like heaven. Thank you for all of this. The food and letting me stay here.”
I glance at her as I plate the pancakes and douse them in thick, organic maple syrup. “You don’t have to thank me. I want to.”
“Would you happen to have a tablet or something to log in and check my socials? Maybe I can get ahold of Riley there.”
“Of course.” I keep an eye on the next set of pancakes as I retrieve my iPad from the table next to the sofa. After checking the charge, I hand it to her. “Use it as long as you need. When the roads clear up, I’ll take you into town to get a new phone.”
“That would be amazing.”
We work in silence, and a blanket of peace settles over me. I missed this. I missed having another person around—probably much more than I’m willing to admit to myself. The only thing missing is the sound of a little girl’s laughter. . . Then, it’s like a cloud settles over me. It’s not until I smell something burning that I realize I’ve drifted back into a dark place.
