Page 34 of Best Friend Burden

He moaned with every kiss, biting my underlip just a bit as he pulled away, never pushing too hard against me as he sent me to heaven and back, filling my body with so much lust and tension that I thought it might tear me apart.

And leave me begging for more.

Kiefer pinned me against the doorway and growled in my ear.

“I want you,” he said.

I looked at the fire in his eyes and nearly melted into a puddle I was so turned on.

“Then take me,” I told him.

He lifted me up as though I weighed nothing and sat me on top of the kitchen island, then cradled my back as he lowered me down. I wanted to scream at him to stop being so gentle and hurry up, though the anticipation was delicious and I appreciated the affection.

His hand moved down the center of my chest to the button on my jeans and popped it off with ease, then unzipped me and pulled the pants off as I shimmied just a little bit to help him. My panties were absolutely drenched by this point, and I could see a thin smile of satisfaction as he rubbed his thumb over my clit through the cotton, enjoying the wetness.

It was the tenderest of touches and I'd never felt so good in my life.

He lifted his shirt off of his chest, revealing the tattoos across his chest. A bullet with butterfly wings on one pec and flaming musical notes on the other. A sleeve down his arm culminating in the cover of Abbey Road. I wanted to trace all the lines and follow them to discover all the hidden meanings, asking him when he got each one and why.

Instead, I sat back and looked on in awe.

He was seriously hot shit. And he knew he was, too. That subtle smirk let me know he was getting off on being the object of my desire. Fine by me, so long as I got to look at him.

But he wasted little time flexing those broad shoulders as he put his hands on my panties and dragged them all the way down my leg, leaving me vulnerable and open to whatever he had in store for me.

That smirk reappeared because he had the upper hand. He knew what was going to happen next, but I could only hope. I let out a sigh of surprise as his face dove deep between my legs, but it was almost painful the way he stopped before he reached my pussy. No, he was in complete control of me, kissing the inside of my legs and rubbing his soft, masculine stubble against me. This wasn’t like the other night when he went right for me. No, he was in a teasing mood, and I almost hated him for it.

But I didn’t because it was the best feeling in the world.

How could something feel so incredible and simultaneously be so torturous? That was the mystery of Kiefer. Ever since I'd first met him, I'd wanted him so bad that it ached. And now that I had him right here where I wanted him, it only ached more. And yet, I wouldn't trade that pain for any pleasure that anyone else could give me.

It was agonizing how close he was getting to me. I could feel the warmth of his face, but his lips and tongue remained on my inner thigh, tiptoeing towards my pleasure center to give me the release I so dearly needed.

And then, like the first ray of light at dawn, he made it there, and I let out a gasp so deep and intense that it made my lungs burn.

“Oh my fucking God,” I said. Or at least I think I said it. It sounded like my voice and it was coming from my mouth, but it wasn't my brain that put those words together.

I pressed my palm against the counter, pushing down and angling my back to try to keep from coming right then and there. It felt too good to let it all out like that all at once. I had to make the moment last as long as I could.

With all the might I had, I held back that release.

Or at least I tried to. I barely made it ten seconds before releasing a scream as piercing as a train whistle. I couldn't control it. It kept going until the edge of my vision began turning dark, and I thought I'd lose consciousness.

My arching back fell against the counter and I lay there, breathing deeply, unable to speak, as a tear of pure joy fell down my face.

When I finally had the awareness to look down at Kiefer, resting his head on my leg and looking back at me, I could see that same smirk as before.

“Let me know when you're ready for round two,” he said.

I tried to respond, but words failed me as I was still short of breath. After taking in a little more oxygen, I shivered. Everything suddenly felt so cold. I said, “Can you move me to the bed?”

He picked me up and brought me to his bedroom, putting me down onto the bed and helping me out of my shirt and bra. My pants must have still been in the kitchen, where they could stay until at least tomorrow as far as I was concerned. I wasn't going to have any use for them any time soon.

Kiefer took the thick blanket and covered me with it. I was still shivering, but he caught my attention as he removed his pants and boxers. He had the most incredible body that didn't stop at his abs. His legs were powerful and toned, to say nothing of the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen in my life, pointing straight ahead right at me.

It wasn't just large — plenty of men had big dicks and thought they were God's gift to women because of it — it was also perfect with that sexy vein across the top of it. Just looking at it was getting me turned on again, somehow finding the energy to keep going after the explosive orgasm he'd just left me with.

He crawled under the covers with me and brought his warmth with him. It was like being in front of a campfire. And then he covered me in his body and kissed me on the mouth.

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