sensitive skin. I manage to hold myself together as he continues to kiss my back, his hands still squeezing my ass. It’s never occurred to me until now just how erogenous that area is.
Kingston gently urges me forward, making me move away from the bed before he pulls my thong down by sliding his hands beneath the thin straps on my hips and tugging. The silky fabric falls to the floor around my ankles, but I don’t move. Can’t. Hell, I can hardly breathe.
His lips are everywhere, his hands sliding up my thighs, over my ass again. I’m aware of his tongue as it glides down my spine slowly.
“Oh, God,” I moan when the warmth darts between my ass cheeks. I have no idea what he is doing, what he is even planning on doing, but I’m not sure I care. Okay, yes, I’m a little nervous because his exploration is extremely foreign to me, but it feels too freaking good to make him stop.
Before I have too much time to wonder, he pulls me backward, forcing me to sit against him, his denim-covered cock pressing against my butt, his bare chest against my back.
Big, strong hands reach around, cupping my breasts, which are still restrained by my red bra. The red bra I put on this morning with the optimistic notion that this might happen. I’ve never been so happy that I was prepared.
Kingston’s lips find my neck, and I tilt my head while his fingers work between my breasts to unclasp my bra.
“I hope you know that I fully intend to take you up on your request.”
I can feel the rumble of his words against my back. “What request is that?” I honestly don’t know what he is talking about. My brain isn’t exactly firing on all cylinders at the moment.
“The request to kinkify you.”
Oh, right. That request.
I moan when his mouth latches on to my neck, the warmth sending electrical pulses right to my clit.
“I plan to do very naughty things to you.”
God, I hope so. “Like what?”
His hands continue to roam, sliding over my breasts, then down my stomach until he reaches the apex of my thighs. Kingston manages to force my legs wider, hooking my knees over his thighs, opening me completely.
I have to lean back against him when his fingers slide against my slick flesh, gliding over my clit, then lower. I’m already wet and ready for him. So ready.
“Everything,” he replies. “I plan to show you all the ways I can pleasure your body. Even ways you never thought possible.”
I like the way he thinks, but I can’t deny there is a slight bit of trepidation on my part. I have had good sex in my life, but no doubt about it, I’ve had purely vanilla sex. Nothing kinky, nothing adventurous. Pretty much, missionary-penis-in-vagina is about the extent of my experience. However, I’m not above watching porn, so I know there are a lot of kinky things that are far out of my realm of expertise.
“Just don’t hurt me.” A breathless moan escapes when he pushes one finger inside me. What I mean to say is don’t break my heart. I know Kingston would never physically cause me pain, but I can’t say as much about emotionally. I know I’m not supposed to get attached to him, but I can feel it already happening. And that scares me.
“Little girl, I’ll never hurt you. I swear to it.”
I know he won’t, at least not intentionally, and that is the only reason I manage to give myself over to this man, willing to let him do whatever he wants to me.
Kingston
This woman…
I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life, and it isn’t simply because she has a rocking body that my hands can’t seem to get enough of. It’s everything about her. She pulls me in, makes me want crazy things. If it weren’t for the fact that my brain is on overload, my body aching desperately to be one with her, I’d probably be waxing poetic right about now.
Instead, I’m riding the high that her sensual moans invoke. The way she is leaning into me, her hands sliding over my arms as I continue to tease her with my fingers against her smooth, wet flesh. I want to make her come a million different ways. I want to spend the next twenty-four hours learning her body, learning every gasp and moan, every sigh and swallow.
“Kingston…”
I can hear the desperation in her tone.