Page 102 of Sliding into Love
"That's exactly what I'm going to make you do." I run my fingers down my body, holding his gaze as I rub my palm over my erection. "Eventually. But first, you're going to tell me what you want. Everything you want. No holding back."
Kenneth runs a hand through his hair, a gesture I recognize from a thousand moments before this one—frustration, hunger, desire barely contained.
"I want you," he says roughly. "I want you in those panties for approximately thirty more seconds, and then I want you out of them. I want you on the bed on top of me. I want to taste every inch of your skin. I want to hear you say my name when you come. I want to be inside you. I want—" He stops himself, clearly trying to rein it in.
"Don't stop," I command. Normally I’m not one for switching, but the passion behind his plea has me interested.
"I want to make you feel so good you forget why we even fought," he continues, his voice rough and desperate now. "I want to mark you up so that when you go out tomorrow, you remember that you're mine. I want you to be so sated you can barely walk. I want… God, Royce, I want you to want me as much as I want you."
My breath catches in my throat. I pull him close, kissing him hard. This is what I needed to hear. This admission. This need that matches my own.
"I do," I say against his mouth. "I do want you like that. I want you so much it terrifies me."
He makes a sound, a blend of a groan and a growl, and tugs me on top of him.
I help my little menace work his underwear free. Once he’s completely bare beneath me, his body relaxes into the soft mattress of my bed. His cock is still very, very hard, a strong juxtaposition to the rest of him.
Shifting my hips forward, I allow him to feel just how hard he makes me. I let the fabric barely containing me stretch ever further with the move as I reach for the bottle of lube in my nightstand drawer.
“Your Majesty! Please don’t tease me. I won’t last.”
"Isn't that exactly what I should do?" I lean down, bracing myself on my hands over his chest, and kiss him slowly. It's a leisurely thing, exploratory, my tongue tracing the seam of hislips before he opens for me. I can feel the tension coiling through his body, the way his fingers dig slightly into my hips. "You've been avoiding me. Making me miss you. Making me doubt—" The thought cuts off as I feel him try to move beneath me, try to adjust his position. "Stay still."
He forces himself to comply, jaw tight with the effort of restraint.
I kiss my way down his body, taking my time—the line of his jaw, his neck, the hollow at the base of his throat where his pulse races. He tastes like salt and expensive cologne and Kenneth. I spend time on his chest, using my teeth gently on his nipples, and his breathing becomes ragged.
"Please," he says, and the word is almost a prayer. "Royce, please."
"Please what?" I ask, moving lower, my lips trailing down the center of his abdomen. I can feel his muscles tensing beneath me.
"Please stop torturing me. Please let me have you."
I pull back enough to look at him, and the expression on his face—complete desperation, raw need—sends another surge of heat through me. My body is already primed, already desperate, and I haven't even gotten him inside me yet.
I reach between his legs and wrap my hand around his cock, stroking slowly. Kenneth's hips jerk upward involuntarily, seeking more friction, and I tighten my grip in warning.
"I said stay still," I remind him.
"You're going to kill me," he says, his voice hoarse. But he does stay still, lying back against the pillows with his hands fisted on either side of him. The effort it takes him not to move is evident in every line of his body, and God, it's hot.
I lower my mouth to him, taking him in slowly. The weight of him on my tongue, the salt-musk taste of him, the way his breathing stutters when I do it—it all feeds the hunger buildingin me. I work him with my mouth and my hand, finding a rhythm that makes his legs tense and his hips strain upward against the restraint of my free hand on his abdomen.
"I'm going to come if you keep doing that," he says urgently after only a few minutes. The fact that he's already this close makes something dark and satisfied purr inside me.
“Well we can’t have that. I want you to come inside of me.”
“You want… oh, fuck. You want to feel me come inside of you? Like bare?”
“That’s exactly it.” I line myself up over his body, flicking the cap to the lube open and spreading a generous amount over my hole and his length. There will definitely be a burn to this since I’m too fucking impatient to wait. Good thing I like a little pain with my pleasure every now and then.
"Oh God," Kenneth says, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. "Royce, you feel so?—"
"Hush," I say, and continue lowering myself until he's fully inside me. For a moment, we just stay like that, completely still, completely connected. I can feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palms on his chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
"Move," I demand, and Kenneth obeys.
He thrusts up into me, and the angle is perfect, hitting that spot inside me that makes colors explode behind my eyes. I meet him stroke for stroke, riding him with intensity, demanding more and more. The building pleasure is almost overwhelming.
