Her brows knitted. “Yes.” She’d barely gotten the word out and I took a nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently and palmed the other. She gasped and said, “Stop.”
I froze, and every muscle of my body tensed. She leaned over with an “oomph” and reached for her glasses on the side table. She pushed them on and blew her fringe out of her face. “Okay. Continue.”
I smiled and went about my work, splitting my efforts fairly between her breasts. Sweat prickled my back as I moved lower, continuing my kisses over her sweet soft abdomen. “Is this okay?” I asked, panting.
“Yes.”
My hands roamed over her sides and hips. I growled and flipped her over onto her stomach. “Is this okay?”
“Uh, yes?” Her voice was as shaky as my body. Thank the lord I worked out so much. I was basically planking over her as I kissed between her shoulder blades and down her damp spine. She wiggled and shifted restlessly.
I sat up only to study her perfect backside. I loved her dainty shoulders that curved into her tight waist and gave way to that amazing bum. I tongued down her spine, tasting her sweet and salty skin.
I tugged her hips up to bring her onto her hands and knees. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” she whispered, a little shy.
I wanted to take her like this. I could so easily slip into her and fuck her into the bed, and I bet she would love every fucking second of it.
I would get there, but first …
I pushed up and off the bed, to kneel on the floor next to it, and pulled her arched body toward me. On her hands and knees at my eye level, her most intimate parts on full gleaming display. My new favorite view in the entire universe. I kissed her full hips and ass. I bit gently on the ample flesh, and she gasped out. I continued to the area I wanted to explore the most, already swollen and ready with want. I blew out a soft stream of air before I repeated, “Is this okay?”
“Charlie.” She growled out my name. “Just assume everything is a yes. From here out. I will tell you if it’s not okay.” She was half wild, her hands gripped the pillows, and her hips canted impatiently.
I chuckled and kissed her inner thighs to taunt her with touches as she had done to me. She lowered to her elbows, angling not so subtly for what we both wanted. Finally, I let myself taste her. A long, slow lick. We both groaned. She was delicious, and I was anxious to devour her, but I wanted her begging for it. I moved back again to brush my lips over her arse and nip at the sensitive skin where it met her thighs. She canted her hips up and whined.
“Shh,” I said patiently. This wasn’t an easy angle, but worth the payoff. I went back to lick down her soaking lips and flicked her clit again before retreating. I watched as she clenched at the air, desperate for more. I retreated again to massage her hips and thighs and lower back, occasionally brushing the most sensitive areas lightly.
“Charlie,” she groaned.
Finally, I put her out of her misery. I quickly flipped her over, eliciting a shocked squeak from her, and put her thighs on my shoulders. It was fun to enjoy her juicy arse from her previous position, but it was time to get down to business.
I delved back into her sweet cunt without warning. Her gasp of surprise melted into a moan. I kissed and licked and devoured her. My hands continued to massage her full ass as her legs squeezed my head. She writhed out of control, slick with sweat and arousal. I whispered praises to her in between breaths. My whole body shook with exertion, but I had zero complaints. I inserted a curved finger and then another while she bucked, driving her even closer to the edge. Sweat covered my shaking body. I’d never wanted to make anybody come so hard. I sucked her clit into my mouth, tongue undulating as my fingers worked. She was all but crying out, feet digging into my back. Christ, I hoped she left bruises. I would wear them like bloody medals of honor. I didn’t relent until her entire body tensed and she screamed out my name.
She collapsed back, legs and arms sprawled. “Bloody hell,” she said in what I think was an attempt at a British accent.
I laughed as I came to her side on the bed. My muscles ached but I felt like a god.
“I’ve never—not like that—I didn’t think I could. Was that first part, uh, from behind, a British thing?” she asked.
“Hmm.” I kissed her shoulders and neck. “I must admit to a slight obsession with your backside.”
“I think we can be amenable to that request,” she said primly.
“Is that the ‘royal we’?” I asked and she giggled.
“God save the queen,” she said on a satisfied sigh.
I wrapped myself around her, knowing I was probably bruising her hip with how achingly hard I was.
She turned to me; her face close to mine. “Is this okay?” she asked with a teasing eyebrow and then kissed me.
I had been so wrong about my feelings for her. She was all I needed. I couldn’t let anything take her away from me. I couldn’t go another two years without touching her. I wouldn’t manage a single day after this. How could I ever get enough of Kate?
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Kate
