my body, his hands sweeping fire across my skin.
It’s been nearly four months since I first met him. Four months of holding back. Of wanting, but thinking I shouldn’t. Of needing him, but pretending I don’t.
I’m sick of holding back. My teeth scrape across Kit’s shoulder as he groans, dropping kisses all the way down to my navel. His fingers work to unfasten my pants, and he tears them down my legs before running his warm, strong hands back up to my thighs.
I pout, reaching for the fly of his pants. “It’s not fair for me to be naked and you to be clothed,” I say.
Kit grins, spreading my legs with his hands. “I’ll make it fair,” he responds, dropping his head to the apex of my thighs. I arch my back, gasping as he kisses me down there.
This time, when he makes me come with his mouth, I don’t compare him to anyone. I melt in his arms, knowing I belong to only him. My past is behind me, and the only thing that matters is the gorgeous, strong, sensitive man in bed with me.
When I scream his name, tangling my fingers in his hair and grinding against his teasing lips, he lifts his head and looks at me with a grin. He licks his lips, letting out a satisfied sigh.
“Now, I’m ready,” he whispers, laying a soft kiss in the crook of my hip. He slides off the bed and strips his pants off, letting them drop to the floor with a soft thunk.
His cock is long, and thick, and gorgeous. Oh, I need it. Please. Right now. A bead of moisture glistens at its swollen tip, and I lick my lips at the sight. When Kit wraps his strong hand around it, my core tightens in anticipation.
His eyes are dark when he kneels on the bed between my legs. He drags his shaft over my wetness, letting out a soft growl. “I’ve been dreaming of this,” he admits.
“Me too,” I whisper, bucking my hips toward him.
Kit moves slowly, deliberately. “I should get a condom,” he says, his eyes lingering on the space between my legs. With one hand still on his cock, he drags the fingers of his other hand through my folds. I shiver, letting a moan slip through my lips when his fingers enter me.
“I’m on the pill,” I say, vaguely aware that I should probably be more responsible. But in the depths of my heart, I know Kit is the only man I want to sleep with. Why shouldn’t we feel things the way they’re meant to be felt?
“Are you sure?” Kit’s breath catches, his cock throbbing against me. “I haven’t been with anyone since I met you, Serena. I’m clean. I want…” He sucks in a breath, dropping his eyes between my legs.
I hold back a whimper when I feel it, needing his thickness inside of me. “Yes. I’m sure. Me too.”
When I suck my lip between my teeth, Kit lets out a low growl. He positions himself at my entrance, then thrusts. It’s merciless, pushing inside me until I’m speared on his length. My body screams and stretches as the breath is stolen from my lungs, my mouth open in a silent cry.
Kit drops his lips to my neck, my breast. “You okay?”
Rocking my hips, I moan in response. “More,” I pant. “I want more.”
Kit groans, as if my words unlock some primal part of him. Kit drags his length out of me, leaving me empty and craving, then drives himself even deeper. I arch my back, screaming out loud this time, reaching out to cling to his strong arms. I hang off him, rocking myself against him as he drops his chest to mine, thrusting deep and hard until I see stars.
“You’re mine, Serena,” he pants in my ear. “Do you understand?”
“Yours,” I say, eyes squeezed shut, pleasure rocking through my body as I try my best to hold on.
“Always.”
“Always,” I repeat, unable to do anything but mirror his words. Kit’s lips find mine, and he kisses me hard, lashing his tongue across mine as he sinks deep inside me, again and again and again.
This is more than sex. It’s a vow. A promise. A contract, signed and sealed right here on his bed. When my orgasm crests, I feel like I’m reborn.
With Kit, I’m no longer shackled to my past. I’m no longer hemmed in by the expectations of others.
I’m free.
Heat explodes through my core, chasing away the cold. As