Ky balls the sheer material clinging to my body in his fist and drags me slowly to him. I place my latte down right before he kisses me. Kisses me like he’s never kissed before. So slow and torrid and deep and consuming that I lose myself in the feel of him. Ky could so easily be my destruction. His gentle side makes me weak, and his dominant side makes me wet. It’s a detrimental yin-yang I love being entangled in.
“Maybe I’ll make you keep this on?” He tugs on the nightie. “You look sexy as shit in it.”
“I thought you might appreciate it.”
“I do, baby.” Ky slides his hand with the material in it down my torso and touches me right between the legs. “I’m going to fuck you in it and then I’ll rip it off your body.” He sneaks his finger between my folds and strokes my clit, and just like every time before, I turn into putty from his touch.
“You better hurry up, then, ’cause I’ve been waiting for you all morning.”
“I need some foreplay first.”
“Oh, yeah?” I go for the button of his jeans. One blow job, coming up.
“Not that.” He stops me.
“No?” I pout.What, then?
He picks up the latte. “I want to watch you drink this.”
“You kinky bastard,” I laugh.
“I have my moments.”
I sip the latte as seductively as possible just to appease him. He watches my face the whole time.
“Did that turn you on?” I tease. Ky grabs my waist and presses his erection right into my hip. “I guess so.”
“It’s what you do to me.”
“I’ve got skills.” I take another sip of my latte.
“And one hot, sexy body.” He lifts me off the ground and places me on the countertop. It’s cool underneath my bare bottom.
“Is that all you want me for?” I toy with him. “My body?”
“Pretty much.” He scoots himself between my legs. “I’m a caveman. What can I say?”
“Who likes fast cars,” I fish.
Ky opens his mouth to respond, then catches himself. “Cars?”
“Yeah, you borrowed Gerard’s Viper to get breakfast.”
“It’s fucking sweet. I needed four wheels, so I checked out the garage. My bike doesn’t exactly have cup holders.”
“My mom gave it to him as a wedding present.”
“She’s got good taste.”
“She does know her cars.”
“Yeah, there was a hot Vette in the garage, too. I almost took that.”
“Good thing you didn’t. She’s overly protective of that car. Even I need permission to drive it.”
“Why’s that?” He gropes my body.
“It was my grandfather's. Last thing she has left of him. That was kind of their thing. Working on cars.”
