Page 136 of Naughty November
He trailed his lips down my neck, sucked, and bit each inch he covered, leaving behind marks I was sure would linger. I wanted them to linger. His other hand found my cock and stroked it in time with his thrusts. Teasing me, driving me insane.
“Kieran…” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. He silenced me with a deeply possessive kiss and continued his relentless rhythm, each thrust of his hips causing waves of pleasure to crash down on me. “Harder, please. I can take it. Want to feel all of you.”
He shifted, tightening his hold on my hip and positioning himself more comfortably over me.
The change was instant. He set up a faster pace, each thrust harder and deeper and stronger than the last. My body rocked with the rhythm of his relentless assault. I gripped him tightly, digging my fingers into the muscles of his back.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted. “So fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt you…”
But he didn’t let up, even as I cried louder and raked my nails over his back, drawing blood. How could I want the relentless pounding to be over and continue at the same time? But if something didn’t happen soon…something had to happen.
He slammed my hips into the bed over and over. A hand shifted from my hip and wrapped around the base of my cock, fingers lightly caressing as they moved in sync with his thrusts.
“Don’t fight it.” He planted a trail of fiery kisses along my jawline. “Let it happen.”
Trusting him, I let go, losing myself in him, the musky smell of him, the saltiness of his sweat, the hardness of his muscles, the ridge and vein of his cock sliding in and out of me. I came with a scream, clinging to him for dear life as pulse after pulse of ecstasy washed over me.
A low growl erupted from his throat as he buried himself as deep inside me as possible. The gush of his release filled me. A couple more aggressive thrusts of his hips and he emptied himself inside my body.
“Fuck.” He panted heavily, his hot breath tickling my ear. Shivers rolled down my spine. He brushed his lips against mine in a soft, languid kiss.
“Mr. Potato Head,” I whispered.
Kieran raised his head. “What?”
“You asked what the first toy advertised on the TV was. Mr. Potato Head.”
Kieran’s look of confusion gave way to a grin. He threw his head back and laughed. “God, I love you.”
His lips on mine prevented me from answering.
I love you too.
I couldn’t have been happier.
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“Kieran?”
No response.
Where was he? I rolled onto my back but moved too quickly. Shit, my ass hurt. Last night we must have spent two hours in the tub to soothe my body, but the warm water and his gentle care had eased the pain only a little. My ass wasn’t the only thing sore either. My thighs and even my neck ached.
I didn’t know sex worked out so many muscles.
I bit my bottom lip and stared up at the ceiling, but Kieran didn’t come back to bed. He’d left me alone the day after we first had sex. Why would he do that? He’d been the perfect, attentive partner. I was probably ridiculous, but I’d expected breakfast in bed. Kieran often spoiled me. The first year I made the dean’s list, he’d surprised me with a trip to Cabo.
He’d done everything right up till that moment. How could I be mad, though, when he’d given me everything I dreamed of last night? I shuffled out of bed and gingerly went to the bathroom to relieve myself. I showered and brushed my teeth, but when Ientered his bedroom, he still hadn’t reappeared. It was already past nine.
I resisted the urge to call him. One stolen shirt from his closet later, I went downstairs to make breakfast—a bowl of cereal and some fruit.
The front door opened. My heart thudded, and I glanced around for a place to hide.
“What the hell are you doing?” I muttered. “It’s just Kieran.”
Nothing was different.