And Gwenna is far too nice for all of this.
“C’mere.” I take the back of her head, cradle her so she’s looking up and me.
Now she smirks. “Make me.”
Ah, fuck me. “With pleasure,” I murmur, and push her none-too-gently onto the mattress.
I feel drunk when I’m kissing her. Like I don’t know where to start. Mydickdoes, certainly, jumping to attention as soon as I get a taste of her, but that I’m not so concerned about.
What doyouwant, Gwenna Vale?
Her breath hitches as I move off of her mouth to her jaw, then to her neck, suck gently right where I feel her pulse under my lips. Doesn’t take much to get her bra off now that it’s half-destroyed, and to my surprise and delight, she wiggles right out of her panties, too, as I ease the strap off her shoulder.
“You in a rush?” I murmur into her neck.
“I’m…ah.” She gasps, and I release her from where I’d caught her neck with my teeth. Not hard enough to bruise or anything, but. “Are you not?”
“Correct. I am doing everything in my powernotto be in a rush,” I say, shifting up so I can plant a forearm on either side of her head. “If you…catch my drift.”
“Ah…ha.” She smirks. Like she thinks that’s funny.
“Oh, you little fucking tease,” I crow, stroking the top of her head. “Trying to get me to bust early?”
“I’d be flattered.”
I snort. “You say that now.” I lean in and take her mouth again, because it’s been like thirty seconds since I properly touched her and that’s way too fucking long. I try to take my time here—just brush my fingers over her smooth, warm skin, pull her closer to me half an inch at a time, until finally she pushes me away.
“Can you…” She swallows. “I want…you. To.”
God, she’s cute when she’s inarticulate. “To?” I prompt.
“Um. To…” She squints up her eyes. “Can we have sex now?”
I cannot stop the smile that takes over my face.Is there alesssexy way to ask that question?
No, I answer myself.And there’s no more Gwenna way, either.
Outwardly, I just cock my head. “You think you’re ready?”
She gives me a look. “Kai, I’m an adult woman. I’m not?—”
Jesus. “Not…emotionally ready,” I interrupt. “I mean…”
I shift slightly and slip my fingers inside her.
“Ready.”
She shudders.
“Hmm.” I draw my hand away slowly, dragging a smooth, slick finger over her clit as I do.
Yeah. She’s good.
Okay, so fuck going slowly. I rock back to my knees, more than ready to get these stupid breeches off, which only makes Gwenna whimper, and I’m out of the suspenders and shoving the waistband down my legs when a thought occurs to me.
Shit. I kick the pants away and crawl back up to Gwenna, lying on my side to face her. Frowning, she turns to me.
“What’s wrong?”
