I switch to the other side, sucking and nibbling on her sensitive skin.
“Please, Kieran. More. More,” she begs, reaching out to pull my hoodie from my body.
“You’re perfect,” I state before claiming her lips again and tugging her from the wall.
Forgetting about my hoodie, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and holds on as I carry her through her apartment.
Her lips move down my throat, and I scan the room, taking in all my options.
The couch, the coffee table, the kitchen island, the windows again.
Fuck, that was hot.
But while I might want to take her on every available surface of her home, this time, I opt for something a little more normal.
As soon as we’re in her bedroom, I throw her onto the bed and watch her bounce.
Mine.
She is all fucking mine.
“Kieran?” she questions when I don’t immediately follow her.
She pauses in the middle of the bed and pushes up on her elbows.
She’s wearing only her yoga pants and sneakers. Her chest is heaving, and her breasts already have hickies and bite marks covering them. I can only imagine how she’ll look when we’re finished.
My cock jerks as I think about her with my marks all over her.
“What are you waiting for?”
Lifting my hand, I comb my fingers through my hair.
“Nothing. Just taking a moment to appreciate how fucking awesome you are.”
“Okay, but could you do that maybe while your head is between my thighs?”
A laugh erupts from my throat.
“See,” I say as I stalk closer. “Perfect.”
She watches intently as I drag her sneakers off, tug her socks from her feet, and then tuck my fingers around the waistband of her yoga pants and panties.
She trembles as I drag them down her legs and abandon them on the floor.
“Fuck,” I groan, standing back to full height. “Spread your legs for me. Show me what’s mine.”
Slowly, she pulls her knees up, sliding her feet along the sheets.
She’s teasing me, but I love it.
Make me wait.
Make me want it even more.
My fists clench as my heart pounds harder and precum soaks my boxers.
My eyes jump to hers, and I find a smirk playing on her lips.