Or reassurance.
Her fingers curl again, this time with intention. My body relaxes and I shift just enough to face her. My hand rises to cradle her jaw, my thumb drifting along her cheekbone.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
Rather than give me an immediate response, she takes a moment to consider the question. “Yeah, I am.”
Relief rushes through me.
It’s almost a surprise when her hand drifts lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my boxers. Her fingers slide over my skin before continuing their descent and brushing the hard length of my cock.
The slight touch is enough to pull a groan deep from my chest. Before I can protest and tell her she doesn’t have to do this, her fingers curl around my thick shaft. She strokes upward, then slowly back down, testing the weight in her hand like she’s learning exactly how she affects me.
The heat that rushes through my veins is enough to make me lightheaded, and I squeeze my eyes tightly shut. My control continues to slip as my body reacts so violently, it feels like it might short-circuit.
All I can think about is that I’m in trouble. If she keeps touching me like this, I won’t last. I learned long ago how to ignore my impulses and bury them down so deep they barely registered. Hockey. Elody. Responsibility. Those were the only things I allowed myself to want.
Everything else was noise.
A distraction.
But having Kia touch me—want to touch me—feels like something I don’t have the strength to withstand. Like my body has been starved for so long it doesn’t know how to handle being fed.
“You don’t have to,” I manage through clenched teeth, the words sounding more like a warning than a protest.
Her steady gaze lifts to mine. “What if I want to?”
The question hits harder than I could have expected, and a groan rumbles up from within me as her fingers tighten. The slow slide of her warm palm along my length is dizzying. My head tips back against the pillows and my jaw locks as I fight for control that already feels like a losing battle.
Even though she’s barely touched me, I’m dangerously close to the precipice. My muscles tighten as every nerve screams for more.
When she releases my cock, the sudden loss of her touch has me biting back a sound as my body protests. I force myself to breathe through it, to accept whatever she’s willing to give without expectation or pressure.
I’ll take this as slowly as she needs, and wait as long as she wants. I’ll?—
I’m caught off guard when she rises to her knees and shifts between my thighs. Her movements are calm and deliberate, as if she’s acting on a decision that’s already been made.
The sudden awareness of her proximity heightens everything—the heat of her body, the soft glide of her skin, the way she eases herself between my legs. There’s a quiet confidence in her I didn’t expect, and the discovery of it settles low and deep as I watch her, completely undone by the simple, undeniable truth that she’s choosing this.
If I wasn’t hard as steel before, the sight of this woman kneeling between my thighs would certainly do the trick.
With her gaze locked on mine, she grips the elastic band of my boxers before tugging them down and freeing my erection. Only then does she lower herself enough for me to feel the warmth of her breath ghost over my bare skin. Her tongue darts out to lick my cock, velvety softness swirling around the crown. After lapping at the head, she draws me into her mouth. My fingers tunnel through her thick blonde strands to hold her in place.
Holy fuck.
Even though it’s tempting to close my eyes and enjoy the feel of all that decadent heat surrounding me, my gaze stays pinned to hers. I can’t remember the last time something felt this amazing. The way my hard length disappears between her pink lips is the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed.
Kia is so damn beautiful.
And mine.
Whether she realizes it or not, this woman now belongs to me.
And there’s nothing I won’t do to keep her.
Another tortured sound escapes from me as she sucks me down so deep that it feels like I’m nudging the back of her throat. Both of her hands are splayed wide against my thighs. After a few moments, one drifts upward to cup my balls.
With each pass, she takes even more of me into her mouth. The muscles of her throat constrict with each swallow, tightening around my dick. Pleasure explodes inside me.
