He bites my bottom lip, licking away the sting.
He’s all over me, but it’s still not enough.
I ride the wave, mouth never leaving his, and when he circles his thumb over my clit, I explode.
It’s loud and messy.
I’ve never come this hard.
I guess that’s because this is the first time anyone else has ever made me climax.
So many firsts with Kit.
My body continues to shudder when Kit removes his fingers, only to drop to his knees, taking my shorts with him.He strips me of my underwear, and I watch in utter fascination as he lowers his mouth to my sex and licks away my arousal.
Whatishe doing?
At first, I’m embarrassed and try to shift away.
But he holds my thighs, keeping me still as he licks me, up and down, before parting my folds with his tongue.He sinks in deep, using his tongue in an almost come-hither motion.
He licks and sucks, encouraging me to bounce on his face.
My shame is long gone as I lose myself to the way his soft mouth feels, combined with the roughness of his coarse beard against my heightened flesh.
He eats me out with such ferocity.His desire for me is clear.Whether this is purely physical, I don’t care.All I know is that I want to have my normal with Kit, and nothing,no one, will stand in my way.
I thread my fingers through his hair, using the soft strands as reins to guide him to where it feels good.He hums against my sex, igniting a new wave of arousal.
I wonder if this longing will ever end?
But when he buries his face deeper into my sex, I know the answer is no because I want more.
More.
More.
Iwake with a start, unsure of where I am.
It takes me a minute to realize I am in Kit’s room.
In his bed, to be precise.
Seems I ended up in here regardless of my protests.
Whether it was from the alcohol or the fact that I had two mind-blowing orgasms, I pretty much passed out.I remember getting into bed and not much after that.
I feel rested, but I’m also concerned.
Being with Kit is easy, so easy that I’ve lowered my guard and forgotten who I am.
Is that such a bad thing?I ask myself.
I know the answer to that.
“Morning,” Kit says, entering his room, a cup of coffee in hand.
Does he have to look this good in the morning?His hair is wet, fresh from the shower.His cologne is woodsy and spicy.The sunlight streaming in through the window only seems to highlight the vibrancy of his eyes.
