Page 19 of November's Bad Boy: Kacen
I tear open the packet, rolling the condom on as she watches with unabashed interest. Then she's moving toward me, pushing me back onto the couch.
She's in my lap again, but this time there's nothing between us. Just skin against skin as she positions herself above me. Her eyes lock with mine, a question in them that I answer by gripping her hips, steadying her.
Then she's sinking onto me, taking me inch by inch. It’s almost too much. I close my eyes for a moment, overwhelmed—by her, by this, by everything we’re becoming.
She's tight and hot and perfection around me. When I open my eyes again, her head is thrown back, her throat exposed, her lips parted in a silent gasp.
"Fuck," I whisper, unable to form any other coherent thought.
She moves, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that has both of us breathing harder. Her hands are on my shoulders, using me for leverage as she rises and falls. I grip her hips tighter, guiding her movements, helping her take me deeper.
"God," she moans, and the sound travels straight through me with a bolt of electricity.
I can't stop watching her—the way her body moves above mine, the flush spreading across her chest, the slight furrow between her brows as she concentrates on chasing that feeling again. My hands slide up from her hips to her waist, then higher, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers.
She gasps, her rhythm faltering for a moment before she finds it again, more desperate now. I thrust up to meet her, and she lets out a broken sound that I want to hear again and again.
"You feel so good," I tell her, my voice rough with need. "So fucking perfect."
Her eyes flutter open, finding mine with an intensity that makes my chest ache. There's something raw and honest in her gaze. Something I've never seen from her before. It's not just desire. It's vulnerability and trust.
Leaning forward, I capture her mouth with mine as we move together. The kiss is messy, all tongue and teeth and shared breath. I can feel her tightening around me, her movements becoming erratic as she gets closer.
"I need..." she pants. "I need..." she pants against my lips, her movements growing frantic.
"Tell me," I urge, sliding one hand between us where our bodies meet. My fingers find her clit, circling with just enough pressure to make her gasp.
"That," she breathes. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I don't. I keep my fingers moving against her, matching the rhythm of our bodies as she rides me harder. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and her breath comes in short, sharp pants. With the way she tightens around me, and the trembling in her thighs, I can feel her getting close again.
"Look at me," I whisper, and when she does, her eyes are dark and wild. "I want to see you."
The raw honesty in my words pushes her over the edge. She comes with a broken cry, her body clenching around me so tight it nearly ends me right there. I hold her gaze as she shudders through it, her lips parted, her expression somewhere between pleasure and surprise.
"God, you're beautiful," I breathe, unable to look away as she falls apart in my arms.
The sight of her coming undone, the feel of her pulsing around me is too much. The tension that's been building low in my spine suddenly snaps. I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks as I thrust up one final time.
"Natalie," I groan, my voice breaking as I come. My entire body shudders with the force of it, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I empty myself inside her. For a moment, the world narrows to just this—her skin against mine, her weight on my lap, the incredible pulsing heat where we're joined.
She collapses against my chest, both of us breathing hard. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as the aftershocks ripple through me. My heart hammers against my ribs so hard I'm sure she can feel it.
"Holy shit," I whisper into her hair, unable to form a more coherent thought.
She laughs softly against my neck, the vibration sending a pleasant shiver through my oversensitive body. "Yeah," she agrees, her voice muffled against my skin. "That was..."
"Incredible," I finish for her.
We stay like that for a few moments, her weight against my chest, our breathing gradually slowing. I trace lazy patterns on her back, not wanting to break the spell between us.
"We should probably clean up," she murmurs finally, pressing a kiss to my neck before carefully lifting herself off me.
I nod, feeling the loss of her warmth immediately. "Yeah, probably should."
She stands completely unselfconscious in her nakedness, and extends her hand to me. I take it, letting her pull me up from the couch.
"Bathroom is down the hall," she says, leading me through her house. Her hand feels small in mine, her fingers laced through my own like they belong there.
