Page 57 of Good Enough

One hand reached up to trace his ab contours, but he captured her exploring hand in both of his, gently kneading the palm with his expert thumbs. “Don’t know, baby.” He kissed the pads of each finger. “I don’t think about guys taking off their clothes, so it’s never been on my radar.” He sucked the tip of her thumb into his mouth, laving the pad with his tongue, his eyes never leaving her face.

“I need to touch you. Please,” she pleaded.

“Well, I guess I have to agree to that since it’s way too early for you to be begging,” he teased as he let go of her hand and shifted his legs to straddle her thighs. Now her hands were free to smooth over his abs, his pecs, then slide over his shoulders as he leaned down to touch his forehead to hers, her nails lightly scoring the skin she touched. His hands were also busy, gently caging her waist and softly stroking small circles with his thumbs. “So beautiful,” he whispered.

She blushed at his praise, and her hips involuntarily bucked up trying to make contact with his own. “Waters,” she whispered.

“What, baby?”

“More kissing, less talking.”

His whole body felt like it was on fire as he kissed her forehead, both of her eyelids, and the tip of her nose, then finally settled butterfly-light on that Monroe beauty mark that drove him to distraction. From there, it was an easy reach to touch the tip of his tongue to the seam of her lips. She opened on a sigh, and he slipped inside, taking a full tour of her mouth. He stroked her tongue like he planned to stroke the inside of her channel with his fingers, and eventually his cock.

He continued to lay a trail of kisses down her body. Her chin, the underside of her jaw, the hollow of her throat, the valley between her breasts, her stomach, and finally, just above her belly button before dipping the tip of his tongue in her navel.

Watching him, she giggled at the tickling sensation as he rimmed her. “That tickles.”

Slowly, he crawled part way back up her body and dropped sweet, chaste kiss after kiss across the top of her bra cups, fingertips lightly drawing random patterns on the material covering her breasts. His eyes held hers captured. “I definitely like pink.” He dipped his mouth back between her breasts and gave a soft lap with his tongue to the side of one breast, then turned his attention to the other. Sliding his hands to the straps of her bra, he asked, “Yes?”

She nodded.

He slid her bra straps down her arms, using them to pull the entire garment down to her waist without unhooking it. Her nipples popped the moment he bared them to the air in the room. “Fuck me,” he groaned. He framed both breasts with the palms of his hands, his mouth devouring one nipple and then the other, nipping, sucking, until Kai was thrashing underneath him. “So sweet, baby. You taste like cotton candy. Can’t wait to get to the sticky-sweet parts.”

“Waters, I… I…”

“What, baby?” he whispered. His tongue granted mercy to her nipple and moved away from the sensitive peak. But it wasn’t really a mercy move because a moment later, he blew air across the distended tip and brought on a whole new form of torture as her skin pebbled in gooseflesh.

And when his teeth lightly grasped the bud, she gasped, her eyes going wide in surprise. Her back arched, and Waters watched in awe as another orgasm washed over her body.

“Goddamn, Kubrick,” he marveled. “That was… incredible. You come so pretty.”

“Please,” she begged between pants.

“Please, what?”

Now he truly understood what a “hot mess” looked like. Her breath was coming out in rapid pants, her hair was a tangled halo around her head, her heart was racing, and her skin was flushed and burning beneath his touch. “I… I… oh my God, I don’t know. I can’t even think clearly.”

“Tell me what you need,” he demanded.

Her face contorted in something that looked like a mixture of pain and embarrassment.

“Kubrick, if I’m going to learn to please you, I need to know what you need. Some of it I’ll learn by doing. I’ll be paying attention, trust me. But if you want something specific, you have to tell me.”

Her expression struggled a bit more, and then she clearly gave up with a groan. “Do that again.”

Now, the smile became one of the cat who got into the cream.

“Is that all? My pleasure.” And her other nipple was captured by his talented tongue.

18

MARCH 6TH

Kai

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

A third orgasm rolled over Kai’s body, Waters’ promise fulfilled from her request of a repeat. Was there something wrong with her that her body flipped for him like this?

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