Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
To hear it now… Her smile wobbled and her eyes flooded. She wound her arms around his neck.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded and his laughter faded as his gaze probed hers.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she whispered, offering him a warm smile, hoping he’d see the sincerity and ignore the inconvenient tears. “I told you I’ve become a watering pot. Everything is perfect, Smith. Please kiss me?”
He smiled, nodded, and with a dip of his head, gave her exactly what she’d asked for.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Smith kissed her lazily, not wanting to rush, even though it was killing him to go slow. Unlike Kenna, he hadn’t had the luxury of coming and he was so turned on, a stiff fucking breeze could make him come right now.
Her hand slid down his chest toward his painfully throbbing cock, and before he had a chance to react, that confident, capable, talented hand, which had saved so many lives, fisted him. Then stroked him, imitating his own lazy strokes of earlier.
He groaned against her mouth and helplessly pumped into that tightly clenched hand, his precum adding enough slickness to make her hand feel like hot velvet around his sensitive shaft.
He lifted his mouth slightly, until there was only a hairsbreadth between their lips.
“You’re making it very difficult for me to go slow, Kenna,” he muttered.
“I don’t need slow right now, Smith.” Her hand tightened around him to the point of pain and he jerked, dangerously close to coming.
“Fuck,” he groaned and she smiled. He was too close to see it, but he felt the movement against his lips.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”
“You’re going to kill me,” he groaned.
“Not before we come, I hope,” she retorted saucily.
He laughed again, the sound a little helpless.
“You’re going to have to let go then, you little minx.”
She spluttered with laughter, her hand loosening.
“Seriously? Have you been bingeing regency romance shows ag—aah!” Her sharp cry of pleasure rang out when Smith lined himself up and without warning, thrust his hard shaft home.
He groaned as that velvety, tight-to-the-point-of-pain sheath closed around him.
“Jesus, you feel so good,” he whispered.
Kenna didn’t respond, simply stared up at him. Her pupils were blown and her lush lips parted. He couldn’t tell if she was breathing or not as he dragged himself out almost all the way to the tip before slamming home again.
The hard thrust of his cock was met with a breathless, “Uh!” from Kenna. It was the first sound she made since he’d slid into her.
Her head fell back, exposing the beautiful line of her throat to him. The temptation was too great and he pressed a kiss into the scented cove below her jaw before slowly drawing his length out of her grasping passage, until only the tip remained inside.
He hovered for a moment, his cockhead ringed by her tight entrance, and then pounded his way back. The sound of his flesh slapping against hers was almost as fucking hot as the feel of her tightness constricting around him.
“Uh!” That soft, involuntary grunt was like a fucking flame to fuel. It drove him absolutely wild and made him desperate to hear it again.
And again.
And a-fucking-gain.
Kenna had been a mostly quiet lover. A few pleas here and there, but her orgasms were always silent. And in the past, blissful, satisfied sighs and soft moans had been the loudest she would get.
But this? Fuck, it wasn’t exactly a scream. It wasn’t a word. It wasn’t anything but a quiet, helpless moan emerging in a broken thready voice.
But it was…
So.
Fucking.
Hot.
His hard thrusts quickened and Kenna, still with that dazed look on her face, inwardly focused on her building pleasure, grunted in time with every single one of them.
“Uh…uh…uh! Uhuh! UH!”
He varied his rhythm.
Slow. Fast. Slow. Fast. Fast. And with every single thrust, he got what he wanted.
That beautiful, involuntary keening sound of pleasure.
She drew her knees up to his hips and he hooked a hand behind each one, spreading her wider, lifting her higher as he continued to fuck her hard and fast.
So focused was Smith on the music he was making between his body and her voice that he barely noticed when his balls tightened and that warning snap of electricity gathered at the base of his spine.
All he saw, all he heard, all he felt was Kenna.
And all he wanted was to see her unravel again.
He knew she was close. Her soft, helpless little cries were getting louder, sharper and her pussy was contracting almost uncontrollably around his hardness.
It was the viselike squeezing around his cock that finally made him recognize how very close he was to falling over the edge.
He was only a thrust or two away. It surprised him, how stealthily it had crept up on him. He couldn’t come yet, Kenna was close, but not as close as he was.
In desperation, he shifted her long, toned left leg over his shoulder and leaned into her. Changing the angle of his hard thrusts, finding and hitting her spot more accurately, with his blunt cockhead.