Page 16 of Property of Kevlar

May I? Since when was he so damn formal? Manners weren’t his forte. Typically, when in this sort of situation, things were a hell of a lot more feral.

At this point, he wasn’t even sure what he’d asked permission for, but she said yes. So, what was he waiting for? He’d take her agreement and run with it.

Gripping a fistful of her hair at the nape, he tilted her head upward. Shifting on the couch, he positioned himself over her slightly before crushing his mouth against hers.

Soft, sweet, and delicious. She tasted of strawberries and sunshine. Whatever the hell that was like. Pressing against her, Kevlar guided her, and together they lowered onto the cushions of the couch. Using his knee, he parted her thighs and nestled himself between them as he brought his body weight over hers.

When he settled, his swollen dick rested against the scorching heat of her pussy, only thin layers of fabric keeping them apart. This woman would be his undoing.

He claimed her with a possessive kiss, and his tongue swiped against hers and tangled in an erotic dance. This was the sort of welcome home he had hoped for.

Kelsey

On her back, with a bulky biker between her legs, his hardness against her sex, Kelsey was drunk with intense desire. Logic, reason, her sense of self-preservation, all of it evaporated the moment his fingers tangled in her hair.

Kev took her mouth with such fierce tenderness; her blood boiled with need. He released his grip, and his fingers trailed down the side of her face, her neck, and covered her breast. Tiny, invisible fireworks popped along her skin.

Her nipples tightened into peaks beneath the fabric of her sports bra. While he massaged her breast, she groaned into his kiss, and her hips rolled to meet his. The friction wasn’t enough to get her anywhere near release, but holy hell, did it drive her wild. Like two teens making out in the back seat of their first car, they dry-humped each other.

With a series of tugs, he peeled the longline sports bra up over her chest. Reluctantly, they broke the kiss so he could remove it from her body. Panting, her chest heaved as her breasts fell free.

Licking her bottom lip, she studied the greed in his eyes as he cupped her boobs in both hands, bringing them together. A smirk appeared as he squeezed. When his lips came in contact with the tight peak of her nipple, her eyes fluttered closed. She moaned, throwing her head back and enjoying the feel of his tongue flicking against her sensitive flesh while his beard tickled her skin.

Kev pinched and tweaked her other nipple, and her desire strummed higher than before. Kelsey arched her back, thrusting her chest into his hands more, offering herself to him.

Snaking her hands along his sides and around his hips, she fumbled with the buckle of his belt. His teeth grazed her skin. He applied enough pressure to make her gasp and jolt slightly beneath him. This man played her like a fiddle.

With his weight atop her, his talent with his tongue, and the roughness of his hands, everything about this man had her intoxicated and wanting more. Awkwardly, she got the button of his jeans undone and dragged the zipper down.

“Looking for something?” he murmured, kissing his way over to shower her other breast with as much attention as the first one.

“Maybe,” she whispered. “What have you got for me?”

A throaty chuckle vibrated in her chest and reverberated through her body.

He reared back onto his knees, shrugged out of his black leather vest, and tossed it to the side. Unable to help herself, Kelsey ran her hands under the hem of his Henley. Her fingers grazed the coarse hair covering his abdomen and up his chest.

Looking down upon her, he curled his lip on one side in a half smile before he divested himself of his shirt. That too was thrown away.

“Now we match,” he announced.

She licked her bottom lip, drinking in his body. There was no six-pack. He wasn’t overly fit. His stomach wasn’t large but on the softer side. His shoulders were broad, and his arms were thick. She couldn’t say for sure if he went to a gym or not, but he had strength to him.

Shuffling on his knees, he backed up. His fingers curled into the waistband of her pants. Her skin burned. She’d never wanted to rip her clothing from her body more than she did in that moment.

But he hesitated.

Why?

“Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine?” He winked.

She couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her.

“I love how your tits jiggle when you laugh,” he said with his gaze fixated on her chest. “They’re real and glorious.”

She decided that was a compliment.

“Can I see all of you?” he asked.