I pull her into a kiss, and Kennedy hesitates for just a second, her hands flat on my chest, before the chemistry explodes between us and desire and hunger take over.
I pick her up again, holding her under her thighs and bringing them around my waist.
I don’t give her a chance to do anything but submit to my furious desire, but the way Kennedy kisses me, entwines her fingers in my hair, and bites my mouth, shows that she wants this too.
When I pull away just enough for her to breathe, the deep blue of her eyes seems to pull me into her. My body burns with lust and the desire to devour her. I want my mouth to explore every inch of the body that has been my torment because imagining her naked, open, taking me inside her pussy, has been my fantasy for over a month.
Our eyes don’t disconnect, and I like it that way, for Kennedy to know who her master is from now on, because she is mine.
The hunger I feel is fierce, raw.
I walk to the carpet in front of the fireplace and lay her down. It’s plush, thick, and won’t hurt her.
When I position myself over her, Kennedy arches her back, giving in to my kisses and hands.
I strip her, removing her clothes piece by piece like someone in front of a long-coveted present. Kennedy manages to stir all my most primal instincts. With her, I can’t pretend. My need is raw, unmistakable.
With her face flushed with excitement and her mouth swollen from my kisses, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
I kneel, observing her perfect body. The tips of her breasts are hard, her hair spread out on the carpet, her thighs only slightly parted for me to fit between them but giving me a view of her pussy covered with short, brown hair.
I part the lips of her sex with my thumbs, and she tries to close her legs.
"No. I need to taste you. I dream of your taste every night, Kennedy."
I lower myself to kiss her mouth and slide a hand between us, my middle finger touching her sex and confirming what I already knew, that her little pussy is soaked for me, because I saw the sheen of her arousal when I opened her labia.
Our mouths seek each other avidly, and Kennedy kisses me almost angrily, as if not being able to control her own desire makes her wild.
I rise to take off my shirt and throw it carelessly on the floor, but she is impatient, and her small hands come to my waist, pulling me down urgently, wanting everything.
Her breathing is labored, and her moans drive me to the limit.
I kiss her neck and make a descending trail with my tongue through the valley of her breasts, her nipples, stopping at each to suck and nibble.
The chemistry between us is inexplicable. Pure, insane desire. Just touching her skin, smelling her scent, triggers fervor in my blood.
I continue kissing her abdomen until I reach the place that, I’m sure, will become my private paradise.
Every shiver and moan drives me crazy, creating a short circuit in my body.
I bring her thighs to my shoulders, open the lips of her sex again, and this time, she doesn’t try to flee. Without stopping looking at her, I lick her pussy, and the first time my tongue touches her clitoris, she screams my name.
I eat her sex with the hunger of someone deprived of food, and even after she comes the first time, I can’t stop. "I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stay away from this pussy."
"You’re wicked, Hades."
"I’m crazy about you, Kennedy."
She sighs and squirms when I go back to eating her. She must still be lost in the pleasure of the first orgasm because she doesn’t seem embarrassed anymore.
The smell of her arousal dominates my senses, increasing my hunger. I nibble the tender flesh of her pussy lips, and she almost lifts off the floor. Her hands come to my hair, urging me to continue.
My thumb caresses her clit in circular motions as I suck her voraciously, drinking her, crazy with thirst. I fuck her with my tongue, pushing deep, but when I try to replace it with a finger, she writhes.
"Ow . . .”
"Did I hurt you?" I ask, confused. I wasn’t that deep, and I didn’t do it forcefully.