around me again with one arm while I ripped the condom open with my teeth.
“Keen?” she teased.
I nodded. “Embarrassingly keen.” I grinned.
I pulled my cock out of my shorts and gave it a few swift strokes as I looked at her. She was so fucking beautiful. Outside, yes. But what made her beautiful on the inside just made her all the more gorgeous to my eyes.
“You sure–”
“Kit!” she huffed.
“I was only asking about the kitchen, baby.”
She wrapped herself tighter around me. “To start with.”
My eyebrow rose. “To start?”
“I want to try everything.”
“I’ll do my best to accommodate.”
I rolled the condom on, then took hold of her hip and brought her to the edge of the bench again. Pressing into her, I rubbed my cock through her folds. She moaned softly and her arms tensed around me.
As I kissed her, I ran my fingers between her legs. She was wet and ready. I guided myself into her gently, kissing her deeply. She relaxed around my cock just as she held me tighter.
I started thrusting, again astounded at how she made me feel. Nothing had ever felt more right, more perfect, than our bodies moving together. Her fingers threaded through my hair as I held her hips firmly, her legs wrapped around my waist. My thrusts came harder, faster, deeper, and she moaned against my lips, pulling me even closer.
One hand ran up her back under her jumper. She pulled away only long enough to help me get it off her then our lips met again in frenzied passion. She nipped my lip gently before pressing her forehead to mine and looking into my eyes. There was total abandon in there, pure wanton desire and a hefty bold streak that called to something in me.
“Harder, Kit,” she panted.
“Harder?”
She nodded. “Harder.”
She wanted it? I was happy to give it. So, I did. I put my hand on the back of her head and kissed her as I pumped into her faster, harder. Her hand gripped my back, her nails digging into my skin, and her head dropped back, so my lips trailed to her neck.
“Oh, God! Don’t stop, Kit. Don’t stop!” she moaned, and you can bet I wasn’t planning on it.
She was warm, she was tight, and she was very close to breaking every ounce of control I’d ever prided myself on. I was too close. I slid my hand between us and found her clit. She whimpered. It was so sweet and so sexy, it amped up the tightness in me, but I hoped it was going to be enough for her.
It almost wasn’t. I finished first but didn’t let up until I felt her tighten around my cock and her body contract around mine. She cried out in pleasure and was shaking around me as I gently slid my hand out from between us.
I took Amber’s face in my hands and kissed her softly as I slowly slid out of her. Her hands rested on my chest as she kissed me back. Everything about her was languid and soft. Until she looked at me and I saw that had done nothing to sate the desire in her eyes.
“What’s next?” the little minx asked and all I could do was laugh breathlessly.
17
Amber
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I muttered as I finally caught sight of why my phone had been vibrating like mad for the last half an hour
I scrambled out of Kit’s bed hurriedly. Kit’s bed. The bed I’d been in all night. Again. I was sore, but a good kind of sore. Which wasn’t surprising considering that Kit had had me in the kitchen, on the lounge, and twice in bed before we finally fell asleep – or passed out in complete sated exhaustion in my case.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
I turned to look at him and tried very hard to ignore the very obvious desire in his eyes as they roved over me unashamedly. It made me want to get back into bed with him. So badly. But I couldn’t. I sighed.
“What?” he asked.
“Don’t you with the sexy morning voice, Kit,” I chastised, and he chuckled roughly.
I leant my head back for a moment as I prayed for the strength to walk away, then grabbed one of his shirts from where it was lying on the bedroom floor and pulled it on.
“What’s the rush?” he asked me, and I knew he had the same thing on his mind as I did.
“I’ve got six missed calls from Mum!” I hissed. And I