Page 110 of Kylo
The place was really starting to come together.
There were dishes in the cabinets, some pots and pans, even a crock pot. The dark gray living room sectional had come in. It was starting to look like a proper house.
“It’s the perfect color,” Kylo agreed, sporting some of it on his white tee from where the roller had spit it back at him.
“Did you have some technical difficulties?” I asked, gesturing toward where a large arch of the wall was unpainted below hip level. Because Ernest’s bed was in that corner and, I imagined, he refused to move to let Kylo paint.
“I figure I can get that spot when he gets up for dinner.”
“You spoil him.”
“Me, huh?” he asked, tapping the paint can closed, then making his way toward me. “I bet one of these bags is full of dog treats.”
“Welllll,” I said, making his lips curve up, “some of them are dental treats. Which is more about dental hygiene than rewards.”
“Sure, darlin’, sure,” he said, taking the bags from me and walking into the kitchen.
“I was thinking of making tacos for dinner,” I said as I put the cold stuff away.
“Or,” Kylo said, grabbing my hips and pulling me back until he was leaning against the counter, “hear me out. We spend the next hour or two naked. Then we order take-out.”
His hands were already sliding up under my shirt, cool fingers on warm skin, making goosebumps spread, and a shiver move through me.
He coaxed my arms up so he could remove the material, then his hands were on me again, drifting up my back, working the clasps of my bra free, then tossing that to the side as well.
Then his hands were on me, touching, squeezing, then working my nipples between his fingers until I was whimpering and writhing.
He grabbed me, set me on the counter. Then he was on his knees, slipping under my flowing skirt, yanking my panties to the side, and working his tongue relentlessly over my clit.
White sparks flashed behind my eyelids as I reached down, fingers sifting into his soft hair, holding him against me as he licked, sucked, and slipped two fingers inside me.
I could feel the pressure building, but I needed more, needed him.
My fingers curled in his hair, pulling hard until he was forced to pull backward.
His head lifted, eyes molten. “Problem?”
Words failed me then.
I pulled Kylo to his feet.
Then I hopped down off the counter, reached up under my skirt, and dropped my panties.
Kylo sucked in a deep breath, then I slowly turned and hiked up my skirt.
A growl escaped Kylo as he moved forward, hands massaging my ass, then landed a little slap that had a moan escaping me.
I leaned forward, elbows on the counter, pressing my ass out toward him, silently begging for more.
He was happy to oblige, slapping me a little harder, then harder.
I heard the zip, the crinkle of a condom foil, then felt him move in behind me.
We both gasped as he slammed deep inside me.
It was all sensation then, all clawing, desperate need, until we were both crying out as we came.
Kylo pulled me back against him after, his lips on my neck, my ear.
