Page 26 of One Night With You

He let out a little grunt, as I laughed, I went to kneel between his legs. “Well, I see you have an agenda?” he asked, as he put his hands behind his head.

“I’m just saying. I didn’t get to do this last time.”

“Well, take your fill. Until it’s my turn again.”

I gripped the base of his cock, my fingers not touching, and licked my lips. He groaned, and I leaned down over him, my hair covering my face, as I licked the tip of his cock.

Salty pre-come settled over my tongue, before I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock in. His whole body shuddered, one hand going to my hair, the other reaching down to play with my nipple. He must have levered himself up somewhat on the pillow, but I let him touch me, because I needed him to touch me.

I bobbed my head, flattening my tongue as I let him fully into my mouth, pressing the back of my throat. And when I swallowed, letting him further back, he moaned.

“Dear God.”

I didn’t smile or say anything, mostly because his cock was in my mouth and I knew if I pulled back, he would probably pounce on me. And while I liked the thought of that, I wanted to give him something more. So I rolled his balls in one hand and continued to bob over him, letting him go past the back of my throat and deeper, taking him all the way in. My nose nuzzled the coarse hair at the base of his cock, and I hummed against him. His whole body shook as he tried his best to stay still, his breaths coming in pants as I did mybest to breathe through my nose. And then I pulled back, panting, and met his wide gaze.

“Oh my God,” he muttered.

“Did I mention I can swallow really well?” I teased.

“Well, I think we just became best friends.” Laughing, I went back to him, taking more and more of him.

I continued my pleasure, loving the little grunts that came from him, and when he stiffened, his balls tightening in my hand, he pulled me away, and kissed me again.

“As much as I want to come down that pretty throat, or on those tits of yours, I really need to be inside you.”

I nodded quickly as he went to the bedside table and pulled out condoms.

My brows raised.

“Well, this was originally supposed to be Kane’s bedroom, so we’re just not going to think about anything. Since I, you know, packed the house with him.”

I laughed, grateful that we had that taken care of, and then I was on all fours in front of him, and he was gripping my hips.

“You tell me if it’s too much.”

“I trust you,” I said, meaning every single word.

He kissed up my back, before he spread me again, and then there was nothing else. He speared me,pounding into me thrust for thrust until he was balls deep, and I was meeting him with each movement.

He pulled me up so my back was to his front, his one hand on my throat, the other on my breasts, and I continued to roll my hips against him, needing that sensation, needing him.

There was so much, and yet not enough, and I couldn’t breathe.

And when I came around him again, he pulled out of me, and twisted me so I was on my back, and he was rolling his hips into me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he cupped my cheek to kiss me softly.

“I’m almost there. I’m almost there, Claire.”

“Finish. Take me.”

He smiled his wicked smile, and then he was moving, and each of us meeting gazes, and never breaking.

And when he came, his mouth parting, I knew I was in deep trouble.

So he leaned down and took my lips, and I held onto him, meeting every inch of him.

As we finally settled, able to catch our breath, Kingston held me close, and smiled against my lips.

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