On the threshold of the bedroom, she paused and looked behind her to make sure Kellen was still following. He walked as silently as a cat and hadn’t touched her since they’d reached the top of the stairs. He’d stopped several paces behind her and was staring. Had he changed his mind? She would try to be understanding if he had, but damn, she wanted him to lie beside her in that big comfortable bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Looking at you,” he said as he hurried to catch up with her.
She allowed her gaze to travel up his long, muscular legs. The sexy vee of his hipbones drew attention to his cock, which stood rigid before him. He was so hard, she could see the tortuous ridges of veins beneath the surface of his darkened skin. She forced her attention upward. His washboard abs begged to be nibbled on. Her hand clenched at the thought of exploring the contours of his firm chest. Her gaze didn’t make it higher than the two bumps at the base of his throat. She grabbed him by the wrist and tugged him toward the bed.
She’d stare tomorrow. For the rest of the night, she just wanted to feel him. She set the candle on the bedside table and gave her hands liberty to touch him. Everywhere.
He grew impatient quickly and lifted her onto the high king-sized bed, settling over her so he could trail soft kisses across her chest.
“Don’t know what it is about these freckles that I find so sexy,” he said, rubbing his lips and tongue over her speckled skin as if determined to collect the little spots in his mouth.
“I’ve always hated them,” she admitted. She didn’t tan. In the sun, she generated dots, dots, and more dots, but never enough to completely cover her in an even tone. She envied Kellen’s darker skin color.
“They’re beautiful,” he said. “Every last one of them.”
He discovered her breast as he kissed her freckles. His lips brushed soft butterfly kisses around her areola until her back arched in bliss, and he flicked his tongue over the hardened tip.
She moaned his name and her fingers stole into his long, silky hair. She freed the thick mass from the tie at his nape, and it tumbled around his face to caress her skin as he pleasured her breast. She’d never thought long hair on a man was especially attractive, but it worked for Kellen. And as he kissed his way down her ribcage, it tickled her skin and worked for her too. He nibbled around her navel and continued lower. Lower. Was he going to kiss her there again? It was as if he couldn’t stay away.
He nuzzled her mound, his breath hot between her thighs, his glorious hair draped over her belly. She parted her legs for him, and he groaned.
“You smell so sexy,” he murmured. His tongue worked its way into her cleft and brushed her swollen clit.
She gasped as pleasure shot down the insides of her thighs, up her spine, all through her pu**y, and even deeper inside her.
“So sexy,” he said. “And when I lick you here…” His tongue stroked her clit. “It just gets sexier.”
“Feel free to make it as sexy as possible,” she said.
He chuckled. “I’d hate to become boring because I’m so fixated on tasting you again and again and again.”
“Oh, trust me. I’m not bored with that at all.”
And she doubted she’d ever get bored with the way his mouth moved against her clit, her lips, her opening. She rocked her hips involuntarily as he rapidly brought her to the pinnacle of desire and pushed her over the edge. His fingers slid inside her as she came. Again. She’d lost track of how many times the man’s mouth had sent her flying to nirvana. She clung to the bedspread beneath her as she shook with release.
By the time his lips moved from her clit to brush the inside of her thigh, she was trembling uncontrollably. Her legs had turned to jelly.
He kissed his way back up her body. His fingers, still buried deep, began to move inside her. She recognized the rhythmic rise and fall of his tempo as the cadence of the sea and her song. He suckled her nipple as his fingers drew her back toward her peak. She hadn’t even fully recovered from her last orgasm by the time he had her writhing in ecstasy and begging for more. His thumb brushed her clit. She groaned in torment; her body didn’t know how to find release again. That unbearable feeling of almost had her in its clutches and wouldn’t let go.
Kellen shifted his mouth to her other breast, his fingers still plunging into her body in that same maddening rhythm. A finger brushed her back entrance, and she gasped in surprise. His thumb worked her clit again. She could hear how wet she was as he continued to pump his fingers into her body.
“I can’t take much more,” she said.
He bit her nipple, and her hips lifted from the bed.
“You might as well stop fighting it then, because I’m not going to stop until you come.”
“I can’t,” she cried.
“You will.”
He sucked her nipple so hard she felt the pull in her womb, and then his devious mouth worked its way down her torso again. He peppered her mound with tiny nips. It drove her insane, but it was nowhere near as maddening or exciting as the unwavering rhythm of his fingers plunging and withdrawing, plunging and withdrawing. She strained against his hand, needing to come so badly, wanting to, but she just couldn’t. She teetered on the edge for an eternity.
“I should have known you’d be stubborn,” Kellen said.
“I’m trying.”
“That’s the problem, baby. You’re trying. Just feel me, Dawn. Feel my rhythm. Our rhythm. Do you hear it?”
She heard the sounds of flesh moving inside slick flesh. The creak of the bed. Her breathing and his. The pounding of the surf outside her window. She could even hear the pulse throbbing in her ears if she concentrated hard enough.
He placed his lips against her mound and hummed her melody. She exploded like a supernova. Her core tightened as waves of ecstasy ripped through her body. Fluids gushed from her clenching pu**y. Stunned, she lifted her head to gape at Kellen, but the pleasure was too intense, so her head dropped back on the bed and she squeezed her eyes shut as she continued to ride the waves of bliss shattering her.
“Fuck, yes,” Kellen said in a sexy growl. His fingers slipped free of her body so he could lick her freely flowing cum like a starving man.
She wasn’t sure when he stopped making out with her pu**y or when he turned her onto her belly. She was still recovering from whatever the hell had just happened when she became aware of his strong hands massaging the globes of her ass. Each time he tugged her cheeks apart, her rear opening ached, until she was rubbing her mound against the mattress beneath her, wanting more of him. More. How could she possibly want more?