Page 39 of 7 Nights of Sin

He smirked, but it wasn't the usual cocky one. No, it was more of a slow, seductive thing, and I made an involuntary noise of desire in the back of my throat.

Before I knew what was happening, he'd moved us away from the door. He tossed me down onto his big, unmade bed, and I bounced a bit. There was no time to get my bearings before he was moving to loom over me, pressing me back to the plush pillows as he crowded into my personal space and started kissing me again.

I went with it. I met each kiss with one of my own, body writhing under him, fingers twisted into the fabric of his shirt.

He had one hand bracing him above me, and the other traveled down my body, skimming over my breasts with little more than a squeeze, and then down, down, down to the center of me, right between my legs where I was the most needy for him.

He pressed a firm palm to my cunt, and even through my pants and underwear I could feel the heat of it, and my pussy responded in kind, throbbing and getting even wetter.

"Please," I gasped against his mouth, hips bucking up again, chasing more of that friction. "Don't tease."

He looked down at me, and for a moment it looked like he was going to say something, but then he just nodded and licked his lips, pulling away for a second.

My body immediately mourned the loss of his touch, but I was treated to the sight of him pulling his shirt over his head, showing off his toned arms and chest, and the trail of hair that led from just under his navel to the waistband of his pants.

I hadn't seen his cock in years, but I remembered it. I remembered the full stretch of having it inside me, the way he knew just what to do with it, and my mouth watered just thinking about it.

When his hands went for his belt, I followed his lead. There was no going back from this either way, and I was so turned on it was hard to breathe.

I pulled my shirt over my head, and I hadn't bothered with a bra after my shower. My breasts were on display, modest handfuls with dusty pink nipples that were already peaked from the attention.

I wiggled out of my pants and underwear too, kicking them to the foot of the bed in a careless heap. And then I was naked under him, toes curling in anticipation.

Kevin stopped what he was doing and just looked down at me, lips parted. "Fuck," he murmured. "Jesus Christ."

I blushed and glanced away, not sure if I wanted to watch him watch me.

"Stop staring," I muttered back.

"I can't help it," he said, and he climbed back over me, his pants off, but underwear still on. "You're so fucking beautiful, Caro. Jesus."

"Stop that," I said again. "Just...get on with it."

For a second, he ignored me, still gazing over my body like it was a work of art. I was on the verge of hitting him before he dipped down to kiss me again, hot and fast, and then rolled away for a second.

When he came back, he was naked, and I got a good eyeful of his cock.

It was thick and hard between his legs, jutting up from the patch of pubic hair. My breath caught, and part of me wanted to push him down and get that lovely dick in my mouth, but my pussy was needier, already soaking and trembling at the thought of being full.

Kevin watched me watch him, and then grinned.

"Tell me again," he said.

"Fuck off," I grumbled.

He shook his head and got between my legs, stroking the head of his cock gently over my folds. I tensed immediately and then moaned, the soft feel of it sending shivers up my spine.

"Please," I moaned. "Fuck."

"That's what you want?" he asked. "You want me to fuck you? Like old times? You want me to fill this pretty cunt up with my cock?"

I licked my lips, but then shook my head. It took a second for me to find my voice. "No, I want you to show me what you've learned since then," I fired back, and he grinned at my words.

"Oh, baby," he said. "I can definitely do that."

Before I had time to get a clever retort off, he was spreading my folds with the head of his cock, rubbing through my wetness until he found my entrance. He was big, and it had been a while, so there was a moment where he had to push hard before the tip slipped into me, easing the way for the rest of it.

I gasped and closed my eyes, breathing through the stretch and the slight pain it caused.

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