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Kane was so good at what he was doing to me that I found myself fighting not to get to where he wanted me to go.

But Kane was just that good, so he managed to make me climb higher and higher regardless of the effort I put in to hold on and prolong what was happening.

The craziest thing about it all was that I knew this wouldn’t be it. I knew he’d take care of me like this, and then he’d take care of me again, using other parts of his body that were just as talented as his mouth.

So, I stopped fighting.

I let go, while my fingers curled around the back of his head and held him close to me. Kane saw me through my orgasm, not stopping until I’d made it to the other side and loosened my hold on him.

Feeling utterly sated, it was a wonder I could focus on what happened next. Kane’s mouth traveled up my body, kissing me on my hip, moving over my abdomen, and up toward my breasts. He stayed there for a bit, his tongue licking, his teeth nipping, and his mouth sucking. It shouldn’t have been possible, but somehow, I could feel myself getting turned on again.

When Kane freed my breasts, he continued his ascent. He stopped at my neck, having learned a couple of weeks ago that if he kissed me there, my body responded.

Almost instantly, I was no longer feeling so lazy and sated. I wanted him.

I rolled my hips against him, and my hands roamed over his naked and heated skin.

Naked.

That was another thing Kane had given me.

We slept naked together, and I loved it. I loved that he wanted unhindered access to my body, and I loved that I got to feel him like that next to me all night long.

Taking advantage of the fact that he didn’t have anything on right now, I squeezed the rounded flesh of his ass in one hand while the other slid up his back and into his hair. My hips never stopped moving against him, and I must have sounded like a broken record, considering I hadn’t stopped moaning.

When Kane pulled his face from my neck, he did it only to reach out to grab a condom and roll it on. But instead of returning to where he’d been, he fell to his back, took me with him, and said, “It seems like you’re interested in taking charge for a little bit.”

I smiled against his lips as I swung my legs over his body. Reaching down between us, I positioned him and lowered myself down on his cock.

I could have been content to drop my torso to his, kiss him, and stay just like that for hours. But since he’d already taken care of me once and had done a stellar job at building me up again, that wasn’t going to happen.

I wasn’t going to let all of that work he’d done go to waste, and I certainly wasn’t going to not try to make him feel even half as good as he made me feel.

So, I got to work, and I rode him hard.

It had been fun to experiment with him. I’d never been eager to please like this before, so while it was both satisfying and rewarding for Kane, it was exciting and fun for me. And he’d been more than willing to give me the opportunity to try out and hone my skills. I hadn’t been a virgin coming into this, but he recognized the fact that I hadn’t really had the desire or the opportunity to explore this part of who I was.

The more practice I got, the better it was. And I loved it. I loved not only being intimate with him, but I relished in the rewards I received, especially when he gave me the chance to take the lead.

I loved seeing how what I did affected him. It was evident in the way he gripped my hips or squeezed my thighs. I could hear the sounds of his enjoyment in his deep groans. And there was no missing the look of utter satisfaction and desire on his face whenever I was with him like this.

The biggest confidence booster for me, though, was when I managed to bring him to the brink of an orgasm. Knowing I’d done that to him, made him feel that good, only served to make me more self-assured in the bedroom. I trusted myself to recognize the things that Kane enjoyed and to put those things into practice more often.

“Fuck, princess, you’re going to make me come,” he shared.

And that?

That was another thing. Hearing him call me princess was one of my favorite things. Because I knew that when he said it, he wasn’t saying it arbitrarily. He meant it. Obviously, I knew I wasn’t a real-life princess, but he made me feel like one.

And that made all the difference in my world.

I planted my palms on his chest, leaned into them, and moved my hips faster over him.

“Fuck,” he growled, one hand planted on my ass while the other reached up to cup my breast.

As his fingers played there, he lifted his head and captured my other nipple in his mouth.

I moved quicker, desperate to take him there. His mouth still on my breast, he hummed with delight. Knowing he was on the verge of an orgasm, having his hands and mouth on me, I was right there with him.

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