Tackling Love - Kathleen Kelly Page 0,12
closed while chewing on her bottom lip. I arch up, she gasps, her beautiful blue eyes fly open, and she smiles down at me.
“Do that again,” Skye demands.
I do as she asks, and Skye increases her speed. She’s glorious. I’m amazed she let me do this to her again, but this time she’s in control. My hands are tied above my head, and I would do anything to be able to touch her to feel her skin.
“Let me loose,” I growl.
“No, I’m close. So close,” purrs Skye.
“I’ll make it better for you if you let me loose.”
Skye grinds down on me as a moan escapes her, and she shakes her head. “No, just go with it.”
“Skye—”
“Shh!” She places a finger to my lips.
I draw it into my mouth and suck, but I’ve had enough of letting her be in control. Straining against my constraints, I pull down, bending the metal she’s tied me to, releasing me from my bonds.
My left hand is the first to be detangled from restraints, so I use my thumb to press and swirl against her clit. Using my other hand, I move her faster. Skye’s pussy contracts around my cock as I push into her harder. The noise she makes as she comes is fucking hot, somewhere between a scream and moan. It’s loud, and I adore it.
With both hands clutching her hips, I continue to drive her pussy down and over my cock relentlessly until she pleads with me to stop. “Stop, please, stop!” The sounds are almost a whimper.
I sit up, claim her mouth, and move her off me in one fluid movement. Standing beside the bed, I draw Skye to her feet.
“Do you think you could kneel on the bed?”
She smiles, nods, and positions herself on the edge. Skye is beautiful, long blonde hair thrown over one shoulder, her ass up in the air, waiting for me to claim her. I run my hands across her ass, grip her hips, and slowly ease into her. Skye lets out a moan of pleasure. I twist her hair around my fist and drive in and out while she matches me thrust for thrust. My fingers dig into her hip as I strive to go deeper and deeper.
“Work yourself, come for me again,” I order.
Skye does as she’s told, and I feel her tight, velvet pussy contract, her orgasm washing over her almost immediately.
“That’s my girl,” I growl as I spill inside her while feeling every nerve ending explode with electricity as I find my own release.
When I’m finished, I pull out, pick her up, and take her into the bathroom.
“What are we doing?” asks Skye.
“I’m staying tonight. You aren’t kicking me out again. So, I’m going to wash you, then we are going to spoon until daylight. Okay?”
A small smile plays on her lips as she nods. “Okay.”
Hours later, I hear Skye singing. Rising, I pull on her robe, it’s pink and very girly and go in search of her. It’s early morning, the clock in her living room reads seven. She has the radio on and is flipping bacon in a pan, belting out the chorus and dancing as she cooks.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I say, startling her.
Skye is dressed in beige shorts and a tight black tank top, her off-key singing stops, and she walks to me then kisses my lips. It’s not a chaste kiss, it’s hot and heavy. The robe falls open, not that it was covering much it’s that tight and exposes my rock-hard cock. I lift her onto the kitchen bench, undo her shorts, pull them and her underwear down and off.
“Colt! The bacon.”
“Fuck the bacon,” I say as I claim her mouth again. With ease, I reach over, turn off the stove and move the pan away from the heat. Then I drive into her, and she yells out in surprise.
“Too hard?”
A smile spreads across her lips. “Harder,” replies Skye.
“This is going to be quick,” I tell her.
“It’s morning sex, baby, it’s supposed to be quick.”
I grin and use her beautiful body to pleasure myself. I love morning sex, it’s an excellent way to start the day.
With a groan of satisfaction, my release hits me quicker than I anticipated, and I stay imbedded in her while simply enjoying the feel of her. My hands trace patterns on her ass, and I kiss the side of her neck.
“I know you said it was going to be quick, but that was quick.” Skye giggles.
“Sorry, it’s you and what you do