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“I grew up in Dorchester. My neighborhood was really diverse and full of working-class families. My mom did her best, but being a single parent, she had to work and wasn’t always around to supervise a punk like me.”
“You fell in with the wrong crowd?” she surmises.
“Let’s just say, I spent more time spray painting the city than studying. I didn’t want to end up another dumb townie, though.”
“And you wanted to be like your neighbor.”
“That’s right. I just looked up to him a lot. And since I didn’t have any kind of father figure, I probably went over there too much and annoyed him. But he never acted bothered. He was wicked smart, you know?”
A thoughtful look crosses her face. “I think you’re smarter than you give yourself credit for.”
Her words mean a lot to me. I embrace the fact that I’m big and strong, but when people assume I’m dumb because of that, it hurts. I’ve just had to work harder and apply myself more, or maybe just differently, than others. But I’m not a quitter. It’s not in my nature. If I set a goal, I won’t stop until I accomplish it.
And right now, I’m dead set on kissing Sailor.
We both set our glasses down on the counter, and before I can even make a move toward her, she’s in my arms. I grab her waist and lower my head, bending down to reach her lips as she pushes up on her tippy toes. She tastes so sweet– like a thousand lollipops– and I deepen the kiss, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Her response is immediate and her tongue glides against mine. But I need more. She still feels too far away.
I move my hands from her waist, sliding them around and down over her ass, and scoop her up. She’s so light, practically weightless. She wraps her legs around me, and I set her ass on the edge of the island, forcing her head back and drinking deeply. She tastes like whiskey and sugar, and she has the softest, fullest lips I’ve ever kissed.
She’s also bursting with passion. That's not something I ever experienced with Penelope, who viewed intimacy as a chore. But Sailor is an active participant, and her sexy whimpers tell me she’s enjoying this as much as I am. I’m losing control fast.
Kissing and touching Sailor is something I’ve only dreamed about, and the reality is so much better. She slips her hands beneath my shirt and touches my stomach, making my muscles flex and jerk beneath her soft, roaming fingers. When she starts tugging my shirt up, I waste no time reaching behind my head and yanking it off.
Sailor pulls back, gaze roaming over my bare torso, and for a split second I freeze. My captors believed in all sorts of nasty, inhumane ways to torture me when I was a prisoner. Ways that left permanent visible and hidden scars. I’ve buried that part of my life deep in my mind, rarely thinking about it; I’ve made my peace with what happened. And let’s face it, opening that can of worms won’t result in anything but me going back to a therapist.
Instead of commenting on my war wounds, she lowers her head and begins kissing my chest.Holy hell.I arch my back, giving her better access, and watch her mouth trail kisses all over. When her tongue circles my nipple and lightly nips, my dick threatens to tear out of my pants.
“I’m going to kiss you all over,” she murmurs.
I groan. “Whatever you want, babe. Take it, suck it, fuck it. I don’t give a shit. I’m all yours.” I sound like a fucking caveman, but my words are failing me fast under her touch.
Sailor pulls back, eyes lit up like a raging blue fire. “You say that to all the girls? Or am I special?”
“You’re so goddamn special,” I tell her.
She reaches for my belt and I pull my wallet out of my back pocket, open it and find the condom stashed in there. Watching as she unbuttons my pants, I’m dying to start undressing her, too. Those curves of hers tempt me to no end. So many curves on such a tiny body. Before she can reach for my zipper, I grasp the edges of her t-shirt and pull it up over her head. My gaze dips to admire her luscious breasts overflowing from a light pink, satin bra.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper in a ragged voice. I capture her mouth in a heated kiss and cup her breasts, molding them, loving how they fill my hands and then some. Leaning closer, I push her back down on the island with my body and dropping the condom, I step between her legs. She moans as I break our kiss, then drops her head back as I trail my lips down her throat and between her breasts, slowly moving lower. I linger at her belly button, circling it with my tongue. Grasping the edges of her jeans and panties, I slide them over her ass and down her legs, kissing the arch of each foot before placing them on the countertop and tossing her clothes aside.
Sailor pushes up on her elbows as I run my hands up and down her bare thighs, eyeing her like a lion eyes a gazelle. My gaze dips to admire her, nearly naked and spread before me like a feast that I'm ready to devour. I grab her hips and drag her closer, pushing her legs further apart.
“I’m dying to taste you,” I murmur, locking gazes with her again. She flushes and I brush my hand over her mound. “So pink and pretty. I bet you taste so fucking sweet.”
Her lips part, but for once she has nothing to say. No saucy or teasing remarks. I’ve finally got Sailor at my mercy. I lower down and lick up her slick folds. She gasps, tries to squeeze her legs shut, but I wedge my shoulders between them, opening them wider and gaining full access to her pretty, soaking wet pussy. I plan to make her come on my tongue. Really fucking hard.
With a soft whimper, she falls back and I use every trick in my book to make her writhe and pant. I flatten my tongue and drag it up her crease then suck her clit into my mouth. Her palm slaps against the counter and her breathy cries fill the kitchen.
“Kane,” she moans.
“You’re so fucking wet, Sai.” I slide a finger inside her while I continue to suck and lick her taut, swollen clit. I maneuver another finger into her hot core and crook it, stroking her, finding the spot that makes her hips lift off the countertop.Fuck me, she’s tight.For a second I question if she’ll be able to take me. I’m not exactly a small or medium when it comes to dick size.
But I know my Sailor likes a good challenge.
I can feel her body tighten and pulse around my fingers so I keep doing exactly what she’s responding to and it’s driving her straight to the edge. She’s so close. I can feel it, taste it. “C’mon, Sai. Let go.”
Her throaty whimpers are driving me insane and I reach down and unzip my pants before I bust through them. I’m dying to be inside her, but this is my Sailor. I need to make sure she’s taken care of and ready for me first.
I work her another ten seconds before she slams a fist against the counter, arches up and cries out. Her small body shakes as a series of tremors ripple through her and I watch as the orgasm leaves her panting and grinding her hips.
