Blow - Kim Karr Page 0,100

go—not yet.

She was behind me, on her knees, with her arms wrapped around my waist. I had already been revved up from her earlier touch, and now I was instantly hard. Around her, it didn’t take much. If she thought I made her feel good, I wished she could feel how I felt with just the sensation of her fingertips.

Alive.

Electric.

Owned.

I twisted my body so I was facing her and then I lowered her down onto the mattress. I wanted to make her feel good and I was going to as long as she’d let me.

She blinked a little as if adjusting to the postdawn light, and when she looked at me with that seductive gaze, I knew she wanted me. Without hesitation I lowered my mouth to kiss her.

Her lips were soft.

Her mouth welcoming as she opened it to let me in.

Our tongues collided and all thoughts of anything but her left my mind. Needing her, I rolled on top of her. She felt so good. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me right now. But I didn’t. I was careful to keep my thoughts to myself. Still, I wanted to let her know how much I wanted her. That my need to drive inside her was so deep, I couldn’t think of anything else.

That her crazy thoughts were my same crazy thoughts.

I might not be able to tell her with words, but I could definitely show her how I was feeling.

Control left me as that thought lingered in my mind. Devouring her mouth in gulping, sweeping movements, I had to have every part of her.

My pulse raced as my hands drifted up her body. From her slender hips, to that taut stomach, up to those perfectly shaped breasts. This was the first time that we’d be fucking when her niece wasn’t nearby and I hoped I drove Elle so far over the edge, she screamed my name when I made her come—over and over.

I wanted to give her that.

At least that.

We were dressed, and the first place to start was getting naked. I lifted my shirt over my head and her eyes watched me. I swear I saw her lick her lips. It was her turn and I pulled her top off, making sure to skim her skin with my fingers. She shivered a bit and I grinned at how her body reacted to my touch.

Refocusing, I looked at her. Her bra was black and lacy, and I sucked in a breath when it came into full focus. I think my fingers were trembling when I ran them around the fabric to her back to unclasp it.

With a simple toss, the bra hit her floor and her perfect breasts were all I saw. Overcome with the need to touch them, squeeze them, suck her nipples into small peaks, I had my mouth and hands on them in less than a heartbeat, but then I remembered to slow down.

I could take my time with her today and wring every ounce of pleasure out of her—make sure she knew how much she turned me on.

My fingers skated over her smooth skin and her body responded instantly. In a way I’d never watched a woman before, I watched her. This was as much for her as for me. I was captivated not only by her actions, not only by her beauty, but by her body language—she was telling me she wanted me in the only way she knew how.

Message received.

Holding each breast, I didn’t let my gaze wander as I lightly massaged them, pinching her nipples between my fingers when I did. Her eyes were hooded and I knew she was enjoying this.

The eye contact was too much, I felt a little too exposed, so I lowered my mouth, trailing my tongue down her neck, using my teeth to guide me.

She trembled with each inch downward and I knew just how much she liked it.

I kept going until I reached my hands. Keeping one in place, I let the other drift lower as my mouth took over its actions. With my tongue, I licked around her nipple over and over. She writhed beneath me and I went further, tugging it with my teeth and then pulling it into my mouth to suck on it.

Her skin tasted so good.

She arched her back when my free hand slid under the elastic of her sweatpants. My pulse was racing in anticipation of tasting her pussy. And