Page 34 of Summer in Kentbury
Lavender presses her lips together, her gorgeous face remaining rigid, and I can see the confusion and hesitation in her expression. I know she’s unsure about my motives, about what this moment means for us, and I wish I had the words to reassure her, to make her understand how much she means to me.
But as I stare at her plump mouth, all coherent thought seems to flee my mind, replaced by a primal hunger that threatens to consume me. I want to fuck her hard, to spend all night buried inside her, devouring her until she screams my name in ecstasy.
I take a step forward, my hand reaching out to cup her cheek, my thumb brushing lightly over her lower lip. “Lavender,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire. “I want you so badly it hurts.”
She inhales sharply, her eyes widening at my bold declaration, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans into my touch, her lips parting slightly as if in invitation.
I know we should talk, that there are things we need to discuss and feelings we need to sort out. But right now, all I can think about is the heat of her skin against mine, the taste of her lips, the feel of her body pressed against me.
Slowly, carefully, I lower my head, my lips hovering just above hers. “Tell me to stop,” I whisper,giving her one last chance to back away, to put the brakes on this crazy, reckless desire.
But instead of pushing me away, Lavender surges forward, her lips crashing against mine in a kiss that’s both fierce and tender, a kiss that feels like coming home and discovering a new world all at once.
As Lavender pulls me closer, her cool fingers tracing the line of my jaw, my heart hammers against my rib cage. My mouth waters for more of her taste, and I feel my body respond to her touch.
The world around us seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this moment.” Lavender, are you sure?” I breathe out between kisses.
“Yes. This feels . . . right.” She pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
I press my mouth back against hers. Our tongues dance together, exploring each other’s mouths with newfound hunger. My hands wander down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers. She moans softly, encouraging me to touch her more.
As I reach the hem of her shirt, she pulls away slightly, giving me access to her soft, smooth skin. Goose bumps rise on my flesh as our hands meet in between us, fumbling with each other’s clothes. The anticipation of being skin-to-skin is almost unbearable. Her shirt falls to the floor, revealing a lacy bra.
I can’t help but admire the curve of her breast, the small nipple already hard from our kisses picking through the lace. She watches me intently, a mix of shyness and desire in her eyes.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, leaning in to placesoft kisses along her collarbone. She shivers at my touch; her breath hitching.
Our hands move in sync, unclasping the bra and pulling it off, leaving her completely bare before me. My heart thuds in my chest as I look down at her perfect body covered in goosebumps from our kisses.
As if drawn by an invisible force, my lips find their way to her breasts, tracing circles around her nipples with my tongue. She cries out softly, arching her back in pleasure. I can feel her heart racing against mine.
The beat of our hearts thrums together in unison, adding to the intensity of the moment.
Placing her gently on the bed, I take a step back to admire her beauty. Her tiny shorts are nowhere to be seen, leaving her pink pussy exposed to me. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her, but I resist the urge, instead running my fingers lightly over her smooth skin.
She shivers at my touch, her eyes locking onto mine.
“T-touch me,” she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation.
I nod, slowly parting her folds with my fingers. The heat emanating from her core is almost palpable, and as I tease her entrance with my tongue, she cries out louder, her hips bucking off the bed. At this moment, I know I have her completely. I can feel the trust and desire she is offering me, filling me with a sense of power and responsibility. With one final look into her pleading eyes, I give in to the burning needbetween us, pushing my tongue inside her tight channel.
She gasps and moans, her body trembling under my touch. Her fingers dig into my hair, urging me on as I take her closer to the edge. Her legs shake uncontrollably, and I can feel the pulse of her veins beneath her skin. The sound of our breathing grows ragged, echoing in the silence of the room.
“Oh God,” she whispers, her voice barely audible above the throbbing of my heart. “Don’t stop.”
And then she cries out, her body convulsing violently under mine.I drink her in greedily, savoring every drop as she climaxes. As her breathing slows, she collapses back onto the bed, spent and satisfied. I join her, our hearts pounding in unison. Moments later, I stand and finish undressing, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. I roll it down my length.
As I stand, my heart races in anticipation. The air around us crackles with electricity, and I feel her gaze burning into me. Taking a deep breath, I grab my hardness and position it at her entrance.
She gasps as I begin to push inside of her, inch by exquisite inch. Her walls clench tightly around me, sending waves of pleasure coursingthrough my veins. I can feel every curve and contour of her body against mine as we move together.
I watch her intently, waiting for her signal. She smiles when I move to match her slow rhythm. I pull out just enough before burying myself back inside. The intensity in her eyes blindsides me. She locks her legs around my waist, gripping me hard as I thrust in and out of her. I dip my head to the crook of her neck, sucking her flesh while I continue slamming into her. The bed creaks beneath us as our bodies move together, lost in the heat of the moment.
Her breasts sway with each thrust, her nipples hard against my chest. Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving tiny red marks that only fuel my passion. My heart races as I feel her walls tighten around me, signaling she is close.
“Harder,” she pants, her voice ragged. “Don’t stop.”
I oblige, slamming into her with a ferocity that surprises even me. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and vibrating through my very core. With one last powerful thrust, I feel her body shudder beneath me, and then we both cry out in unison. As the wave of pleasure subsides, we collapse onto the mattress, breathing heavily.
