Page 158 of By His Vow
“Kingston,” she moans, rolling her hips in the hope of enticing me closer.
So un-fucking-necessary.
Leaning over her, I plant my hand beside her head and duck down to claim her lips again.
Kissing has always just been a prelude to the real thing in the past, but one sweep of her tongue against mine, and I suddenly understand what all the fuss is about.
It’s so much more than just a warm-up.
She trembles as I slide my other hand up and down her body, touching every inch I can and learning the lines of her curves.
I groan as she drags her nails down my back, trying to speed me up.
Fuck. I don’t need any fucking encouragement, but I’m trying to do this right.
She deserves more than a quick fuck to find our releases.
This is…this is more than that.
“I swear to God, if you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to?—”
“What, baby?” I ask, my lips tracing across her jaw. “What are you going to do?”
Sliding my hand down her stomach, I push myself up so I can look into her eyes as I give her what she needs.
I push my hand between her thighs, my fingertips dancing over her sensitive skin.
Her eyes widen and her pupils dilate.
“Please,” she whimpers, her hips jumping from the bed to try and force my hand.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you, Tatum?” I muse.
“I need you to touch me, King.”
My chest swells, hearing her call me that.
Fuck yeah.
“OH MY GOD,” she screams when I push my hand lower and plunge two fingers inside her.
“Eyes, Tatum. I need you to know who’s doing this to you.”
“I know,” she pants. “Trust me, I know.”
As I pump my fingers in and out of her, watching her fight to keep her eyes on me as her fingers twist in the sheets, I can’t help but remember who this is beneath me.
My best friend’s little sister.
I never had to promise him that I’d never go after her. It was more than obvious that neither of us could stand each other from a very young age.
My smirk grows. Just look at how that turned out.
“Good. And don’t fucking forget it.”
I kiss her again, fucking her mouth just like I am her pussy until she’s trembling and chasing her release.
“King, please,” she gasps the second I release her lips.