“And what, we’re supposed to ignore that you’re here?” Kit asks incredulously.
“That’s the idea.”
Kit glances down at me, his eyes meeting mine steadily as he checks in that I’m happy with this arrangement. ‘Happy’ isn’t exactly the word I’d use. Flustered? Yes. A little hot and bothered at the thought that Finch is going to be here the whole time? Sure.
But whatever he sees in my expression seems to appease him.
“All right, then.” Kit doesn’t wait another moment before he tugs me toward him. As I stumble forward, he catches me andpresses his lips to mine. I’m still smiling and let out a little yelp as we collide.
And then my smile melts away. So does my awareness of the room around me. Kit’s lips are soft yet firm as they meet mine in a kiss that has me letting out a little moan. His hands smooth down my sides, and then I’m being hoisted into his arms, and we’re travelling through the air and onto the absolute mountain of blankets they’ve collected from somewhere. Kit kisses me again before abruptly stopping to pull away and peer over my head. I follow his eyeline to see that a couple more candles have gone out.
“Shit, I somehow forgot about them,” he says, resting his forehead against my collarbone. “That’ll teach me for trying to be athletic.”
“You’re fine,” Finch calls. “I’ll make sure you don’t set the place on fire, love. Just... carry on.” He waves a hand around airily from his position in the corner, one leg splayed out with the other in front of him. “Go ahead. I’m not watching.”
One tentacle then reaches out to pluck knitting needles from somewhere while the other forms a little barrier in front of his eyes, as though it’s preventing him from watching. I snort and Kit’s shoulders shake as he wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight.
It might not be the best start, but my nerves have all pretty much disappeared by this point. It’s also a reminder that Kit’s here with me and we’re doing this thing together, however strange it might seem.
Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I drag him to me. Our lips meet for a moment, and then he proceeds to kiss along my jaw and down my neck, slipping the material of my dress from my shoulders and kissing the bare skin as it’s revealed.
Kit continues to move slowly down my body with every kiss a tease. All of them are different, his tongue swirling or licking a stripe along my flesh, or sucking gently. He buries his face between my breasts, letting out a little groan. Then he sucks my nipple into his mouth, sending a jolt of pleasure directly to my clit.
“Oh, gods. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Don’t mind me,” he mutters against my flesh. “I might be here a while.”
He pulls back and pushes my breasts together so he can lavish the same attention on both at the same time. Sucking and licking at the flesh like he’s serious about staying right there. I arch my back and watch as he smirks, deliberately teasing me by slowing his movements and once again enveloping my nipple in his hot mouth.
“Kit,” I breathe his name and that exasperating smirk widens as he peers up at me, slowly moving down my body.
“This dress is gorgeous,” he says. “But let’s get it off you, shall we?”
He undresses me with unnerving ease, unbuttoning the dress with deft fingers before peeling it off me and tossing it over his shoulder to Finch, who snags it out of the air with one hand. Finch’s tentacle then grabs the dress and waves it over his head like a lasso for a moment before he admonishes it with a little tap, and it sets to neatly folding the material.
Talk about not being distracting. It’s lucky that Kit is doing such a good job of making me forget my name already, or I’d be laughing my head off.
Kit then strips off his own clothes with zero modesty, treating me to a display of his lean, muscled chest and forearms that have me drooling. He leans over me, elbows on either side of my torso as he kisses the soft flesh of my stomach, down to my splayed thighs which he pushes wider before settling himself down between my legs.
“Out of curiosity.” He says, kissing my thigh before moving to my clit. “How many times have you come in one night before?”
Not letting me answer, he buries his face between my legs, tonguing my clit with none of the teasing strokes from earlier. He’s unhesitant and determined, lapping and licking and then sucking my clit into his mouth, leaving me squirming helplessly with a chorus of moans.
“Kit, oh—”
“I—”
“Oh, my m—do that again. Ohh.”
I’m an absolute mess by the time he pulls back, his lips already glistening with my arousal.
“How many times, sweetheart?”
“Twice? Maybe?”
Who am I and how did I get here? I can’t feel my legs other than a vague tingling sensation since it seems like all of my senses have shifted their location to the throbbing between my legs. I feel like I need both more and less at the same time. I need him to stop and also to never, ever stop.
“I need you inside me, right now,” I tell him.
“Only twice?” he says. “We’re going to do much better than that. Should I give you your first orgasm now or make you wait for it?”
