pushed him, demanded so much from him this season, seem a little anxious to be so bare and vulnerable in front of him.
The only light in the guest room came from slivers of moonlight that peeked in through the half open curtains. It made Gia’s skin look hazy and softer than it normally did. It made her seem like some sort of angel sent right to Kai to eradicate the pain he thought would keep him from breathing.
In the moonlight, Kai could make out the shape of her breast, his mouth watering, and he rubbed his thumb over her nipple, moving the pebbled skin between his fingers, loving how she reacted, how she moved her hips against him, arching over his lap when he held onto her back.
She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen; a perfect storm of fierce strength in the sharp curve of her toned body and soft roundness of her generous breast and ample ass. Hell, how he wanted to taste every inch of her, feel her wrapped around him and never come up for air.
Kai was going to reach for her, lick and taste and touch what she offered, but Gia didn’t give him a chance. She leaned over him, pushing him back against the mattress, her fingers moving to his shoulders as she kissed him, her lips soft, gentle against his mouth, then over his neck. She laid him out with his arms stretch, straddled over him as she kissed every stretch of skin she moved across on her slow trek over his body.
“Gia…ah,” Kai whispered when she moved her tongue over his flat nipple and across his chest, fingernails teasing his ribs, her hot center against him, teasing his cock with every move she made. Her hair was damp from the shower she’d taken, but still soft when he brushed it in his fingers, loving the sensation of her tongue and mouth against his chest, then down his stomach as he held onto her.
“Kai,” she started, looking up at him with her fingers moving to his belt. “You’re beautiful. So damn beautiful.” And Gia smiled, her gaze focused on him as she unfastened his belt and jeans, as she took him from his shorts. He was going to tease her for throwing his own words back at him, but Gia wasted no time licking him, her warm mouth covering over the tip of him, her hand curled around his base and then she took him all and Kai forgot all about teasing her.
He fought the urge to move his hips and instead gripped the sheet again, marveling at how fucking glorious she looked with him in her mouth and how much better this felt than anything he had imagined about them together. She made small noises as she sucked him, indistinct sounds that made him want to slam into her mouth, made him want to flip her over and service her the same way she did him. Kai closed his eyes, fighting the sensation of wanting to explode right then. It was almost too much, the feeling overwhelming and Gia seemed to sense this, to understand he didn’t want this to be how he took comfort from her. She gave him a few more slow strokes with her hand and mouth before she pulled away, moving back long enough to rid him of his shoes and jeans.
Kai fought the impulse to grab her, to have her hard and desperate on his cock. He wanted her too much, but he would wait, let her lead, let Gia do whatever she wanted with him.
“Do you want to touch me?” she asked, coming back to straddle him, rubbing her hand over her stomach. He nodded slow, licking his lips when she tugged on his hands and pressed them to her breasts. “Touch me everywhere, Kai.”
He sat up, teasing her with his fingers then holding her breasts between his hands, cupping them, pinching the nipples until they were hard and Kai wanted them in his mouth. When he licked each one those small noises Gia made became louder and when he sucked on them, the noises strengthened into a moan.
“Kai, yes…” she started, curling her arms around his head, holding his mouth to her breast, feeding him with more than her body. He was ready and from how she moved against him—the quick rhythm of her hips on his, the wetness he felt when her pussy grazed his cock told him she was ready too.