Kiss by Kiss (Riggins Brothers #3) - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,47
It’s a new feeling for me. It’s not uncomfortable, but foreign, and it feels… good. Really good.
Chapter 17
Grant
I want to fucking devour her. My cock is hard as stone, begging for release, but he’s just going to have to wait. Right now, my girl needs to know how sexy she is. She needs to know that I want nothing more than to ravish her body. I could keep her in this bed for days and never be satisfied. I’ll never have my fill of her.
Never.
Topping my overwhelming need to consume her, she’s telling me I have no boundaries. She’s mine for the taking, and I suddenly feel like a kid in a candy store. I want it all, and I don’t know where to start.
She’s wet and ready for me, but I need to make sure. That’s what I tell myself as I move to slide down her body. The truth of the matter is that I don’t want to rush this. I can’t rush this. I need to take my time and make sure she feels nothing less than cherished.
“W-What are you doing?” she asks, lifting up on her elbows to stare down at me.
“I need a taste,” I reply, licking my lips as I settle between her thighs. My cock aches, wanting in on the action, but I won’t hurry this moment. No, tonight is the night that dreams come true. I can’t even say how many nights I’ve laid in this very bed imagining having her like this. She’s here, I’m here, and I want it all.
“Grant.” She whispers my name, drawing my attention from her glistening pussy. With tremendous effort, I pull my gaze to her eyes. “I— This is new.” Is that fear in her voice?
“Do you want me to stop?” It would kill me, and if she says yes, there is a serious case of blue balls in my future, but if that’s what she wants, that’s what’s going to happen.
“No.” She shakes her head vigorously. “I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know what to do.” There is a hint of panic in her voice.
“You grip my hair, the sheets, whatever you need to. And you lie back and enjoy it. Just feel, Rory. I’ll take care of the rest.” Sliding off the bed, I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge before dropping to my knees. One at a time, I place her legs over my shoulder. “Just feel,” I tell her again before lowering my head.
I lose myself in her taste that explodes on my tongue. I grin when I feel her hands grip my hair and tug. Sliding two fingers back inside her, I suck on her clit gently, but it’s enough to have her arching off the bed. That simple act is followed by a low, throaty moan, and that’s all the encouragement I need to double my efforts.
It doesn’t take long before she’s writhing and calling out my name. I don’t remove my hands or my mouth until her body sags into the mattress. Sated. My chest swells with an indescribable emotion, knowing I’m the man who gave her that. Peering up at her, I see a dopey smile on her face, and her entire body is flushed. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my entire life.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I stand on shaking legs, ignoring my cock that’s screaming for attention, and lift her into my arms. With careful steps, I carry her into the bathroom. Something tells me that I can’t push this. That I need to make tonight about her, and her alone. I can handle my cock, literally and figuratively.
“What are we doing?”
“You’re taking a bath.”
“But what about….” Her voice trails off, but the question is still there hanging between us.
“This might be cold,” I say, placing her on the counter.
“My entire body is warm.”
“To answer your question, tonight’s about you. I need you to see that I desire you. That you’re sexy, and this”—I reach down and fist my cock—“is all because of you.”
“Doesn’t that hurt?”
“It would, but I plan on taking care of it.” Her eyes widen.
“W-What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m going to run you a warm bath, and then I’m going to leave you to relax while me and my friend Rosey palm”—I hold up my hand with my fingers spread wide—“are going to go out there”—I point to my bedroom—“and take care of it.”