On his way to stand before me again, Killian plants kiss after kiss up my leg. On his knees, his whole face sinks into my belly with one long, wet, open-mouthed kiss.
On his feet and leaning over me, he kisses each breast before following my cleavage up to my neck to kiss me hard and fully on the mouth. It’s the deepest, hottest kiss we’ve shared, so far. One of those never-ending kisses. The kind you lose yourself in. Where time and reality disappear.
“How do you want it, baby? Slow and easy or fast and hard?” Killian asks shedding his flannel.
I slide my hands under his tight, white T-shirt. My fingers trip over the hard ridges of his abs before setting on the broad planes of his pecs dusted with hair. He’s too tall for me to lift the shirt any further, so he bends to let me pull it off of him. When he stands at his full height again, I’m so distracted by his masculine beauty, I forget that he asked me a question.
Then he prompts me, “I need your answer, baby,” and I remember.
“Both,” I say bringing a lusty smirk to his lips.
“I can do that.” He guides me until the back of my knees hit the bed forcing me to sit.
With his lips on mine, Killian lays me back before sinking to his knees beside the bed nestling himself between my legs. His beard tickles the inside of my thigh with every kiss he places on my skin.
“Fuck, you feel nice. All I want to do is squeeze and bite and feel every inch of your thick body in my hands and mouth.” He licks and bites the sensitive flesh of my thigh beside my mound and sucks on the skin while his tongue dances around the taut surface he’s drawn into his mouth.
I can’t breathe, let alone speak. All that comes out is a strangled squeak when he finally lets go with a pop. Where his mouth was is a dark bruise that mirrors the rose tattoo on my other thigh.
“You’ve always been mine, but now it’s official.” He smooths his thumb over the swollen mark before leaning down and giving it a soothing kiss. “You’re mine. Say it, baby.”
My pussy clenches when he moves and his breath heats my skin as he hovers his mouth over my center.
My body quivers anticipating the moment he tastes me, I practically shout at him, “I’m yours, Killian. I’m all yours.”
The words have barely left my lips before his tongue swipes through my slit and excites my clit. He licks me with long lavish strokes of his wide flattened tongue until I’m insane with lust.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I yelp as my hand finds the back of his head. I hold him against me—not that I have to, he’s not fighting my grip in the slightest—writhing and bucking my hips.
Killian just hums his satisfaction working me over until the tight ball of energy in my core sparks and explodes.
“You taste so fucking sweet, baby.” Killian licks me again as my body quakes in the aftershock of my orgasm. “Sugar cookies and Irish cream.”
He hums lapping at my wet pussy. My body is limp and sated except when he finds my clit and it sends a jolt up my spine. But I could go again. I relax into every circle of his tongue.
“Please, Aimz, baby, I want to live the rest of my life getting drunk on the taste of you.” He devours me again, hooking his arms under my legs to grip my hips. I don’t want to get away from him but I couldn’t if I tried. Once again, I ride his face until my body bursts with another earth-shattering orgasm.
I’m still recovering, when Killian kisses the peak of my sex one last time before standing.
My God, he is glorious. The mountain truly has been good to him.
As much as I like the hard lines and bulging muscles of his upper body, there’s another bulge I want to get a better look at below the waist.
His jeans are still open from the ride up the mountain. All I have to do when I sit up and take the waist of them and his boxer briefs in my hands is pull and his hard, heavy length bounces free.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I wrap my hand around his shaft and take the broad tip of his cock between my lips. He tastes good too. Dark and earthy. As manly as he smells, like smoke and fresh snow.
“Fuck, you’re good at that.” Killian moans and palms the back of my head. I let him guide me further down his length until he hits the back of my throat. “Not like this,” he says, then growls pulling me off his cock and pushing me back on the bed again. “Do we need to have the contraception talk?”
“I’m good if you are,” I say, knowing I have all of my bases covered so it’s okay if he doesn’t.
“Thank fuck because I want to feel you. All of you.”
Killian nudges my legs further apart to make room for himself between them. Gripping his length, he swipes his tip through my lips before slipping into me one thick inch at a time. Buried until our hips meet, Killian covers me with his big, burly body as he rolls his hips slipping in and out of me at a deliciously slow pace that lets me feel every bit of him. His lips brush my shoulder and he whispers my name on my skin.
Again and again, before confessing, “I’ve missed you so fucking much. I never should have let you go. It should have been us. This should have been us. Always.”
“Yes. God, yes. We’re meant for each other. Aren’t we?”
