I’m not afraid of Kash. I’ve made peace that he’s it for me. Initially, I wasn’t sure because he was so much all at once, but I can’t imagine feeling this way about anyone else. Whether or not I’m with him, I know that I’m safe and cared for. Kash would never cheat or wander. No matter how much he tries, I know he still carries the scars of losing his dad and mom all at once. One was by choice; the other was not.
Kash’s nostrils flare as he leans over me, tugging my pants slowly down my legs, leaving me in my bra and panties. I wore the yellow set on purpose. It was an impulse buy when I was browsing things online, but he calls me Sunshine, so what better color than yellow?
“You won’t be needing those, or these.” His fingers hook into the sides of my underwear, slowly dragging them down my legs. His rough hands have me squirming beneath him. I part my legs as Kash crawls over me, letting him settle. I can feel his hard length against my core. Even through his boxers, I have no doubt he can feel how wet I am.
Leaning down, Kash looks me directly in the eyes. “Do you remember your word?”
Staring back at him, I smile. “Brownies.”
“Good. If it gets to be too much, let me know.” He seals his mouth over mine.
My hands immediately go into his hair, clutching the strands while I fuse my lips against his mouth. I can feel Kash’s moans as our tongues are tangled, tasting each other. Goosebumps break out across my skin, heat flooding my veins. My body demands more.
Every part of me feels hot. Kash slides his hand around my throat, applying just enough pressure to remind me he’s in charge. Nipping my bottom lip, he pulls back. “Lean up, baby.”
Following his instructions, I move and allow him to fix the tie around my eyes. He gently knots it at the back, then tugs on it to make sure it stays in place. “Can you see me?” he asks while moving a bit. I can sense his motion but can’t see him at all.
“Nope.”
“Good.” Kash’s hand reaches around behind me, unclasping my bra, then pulling the straps over my arms. Completely naked, I try not to panic. I’m aware Kash won’t hurt me, but the idea of not knowing what’s coming next is thrilling. I’m completely at his mercy.
“You look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, running a fingertip from my neck, down to my chest, then further down my body. “I can touch you anywhere I like, right, Mila?”
Nodding my head, I arch my body into his touch. I crave him in a way I didn’t know was possible.
“I want your words. Tell me I can touch you how I want. Tell me that I can do what I want to this body.”
“Yes,” I moan as he slides his hand down my pussy. My arousal coats the inside of my thighs, and I’d almost be embarrassed, but he brings out this different side of me. “Whatever you want.”
“That’s a dangerous offer, Mila,” he murmurs. “I want a lot of things from you.”
“Take them. All of them.Please.” My fingers are clenched in the sheets, and he’s barely touched me. I’ve been waiting all evening for this. I need it just as much as he does.
“Careful what you wish for.” When he slides hisfingers into my body, I jolt at the intrusion. I lift my hips, pressing against him, silently telling him I need more.
Kash hums as he grazes his thumb against my clit, praising me as he strokes my body. “You feel so good gripping my fingers.” He moves faster against my clit, making me squirm.
“You do so well for me,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking perfect for me, Mila.” Kash drops between my legs, sweeping his tongue up my slit. He takes one long pass with his tongue, then pulls my clit into his mouth, tugging. More wetness gushes from me, coating my thighs and his face.
Reaching out for him, I blindly feel around. His soft hair rests loosely, so I seize the opportunity to push my body further into him. Kash reaches up with his free hand, grabbing the hand that I have holding his head in place. Prying my fingers away, he glides his hand up my stomach until he reaches my chest.
It’s sensation overload. Pressure is building but I’m not ready to come yet. I don’t want it to be over. I can hear the wet sounds of my pussy as Kash eats me with vigor, one hand inside of me, the other teasing my breasts.
And then all at once, he’s gone.
“Kash!” I whine.
“Don’t cry, Sweetheart. I’ll take such good care of you,” he murmurs close to my ear. Turning my head toward the sound of his voice, I tilt my lips toward his. I don’t care that I’ll taste myself; I just want him.
“Please don’t tease me.”
“I thought you said I could do what I wanted,” he whispers against my lips before sealing his over them. Tilting my body, I lean into him. His skin is hot to the touch, and so smooth. I swear I can almost feel the lines on his tattoos as I run my hands across his body.
“Patience, Mila. Good girls get rewarded.”
“I need you, Kash. Please.”
“You beg so nicely,” he hums in approval. “Let’s see how you do with this.”
