Page 40 of Knight's Fall

Chapter Nineteen

Wings felt all of his senses tuned to Courtlyn. Her scent enveloped him in an appealing mixture of citrus and sunshine. His eyes zeroed in on her teeth as they nibbled her bottom lip, making the skin swollen and glistening. He could hear the hitch in her breathing that told him she was as turned on as he was by having her in his bedroom.

The whole time he had to keep her waiting while he locked up the house and took care of Mo, he feared she would change her mind and leave. He never wanted to pressure her into doing something she didn’t want to do, but if she did go, she would leave him wanting and hard.

He craved her. The few kisses they’d shared weren’t enough. He wanted to taste every inch of her. He wanted to feel her around him. He wanted to drive her to the edge of desire until only he could give her the release she craved.

His wants overwhelmed him. He had to remind himself to go slow. She fidgeted, her fingers tugging at the waistband of her dress and her weight shifting from foot to foot.

As much as he wanted to lose himself in her, this moment had to be about her. He would show her how beautiful and irresistible she was. He wanted to make her feel good. Hell, he wanted to make her feel so good that no other man would do for her.

“What is going through that beautiful brain of yours?” He approached her with slow, measured movements.

“So many things,” she whispered.

When he was close enough to feel the heat from her body, he slid his fingers through the silky strands of her hair. “Tell me.”

“You’ll think I’m stupid.”

He shook his head. “Not likely.”

She breathed deep, her breasts rising and straining against the fabric of her dress. Did she yearn for his touch the way he yearned for the feel of her?

“What am I thinking?” Her tone was breathless as she spoke more to herself. He wondered if she realized she said the words out loud. “I’m thinking that I should have used more deodorant just to be sure I don’t smell bad. I’m thinking that it’s been so long since I’ve slept with someone that I could have reverted back to being a virgin. I’m wondering if you use a special conditioner on your hair to make it look so amazing. I’m trying to remember what underwear I’m wearing and if it’s sexy enough for you. I’m thinking…”

He stopped her rush of words by placing a finger against her plump pink lips. “You smell amazing. I like the idea that it’s been a while since you’ve had sex with someone because I plan to leave a lasting impression on you. You can find out for yourself about my hair care products because I fully plan for you to use my shower in the morning before you go to work. It doesn’t matter what underwear you’re wearing. You won’t be wearing it long enough for it to matter because you are plenty sexy enough for me.”

Her mouth opened and captured his finger between her lips. Her tongue roamed over the tip before she sucked his finger. His cock jumped and strained against his zipper. He wasn’t going to last if she kept up with her innocent seduction, but damn, if he was going to stop her. She released his finger, her gaze holding his.

She reached behind her back, and he could hear the zipper of her dress hiss as she pulled it down. She pushed one strap then the other from her shoulders before drawing the material over her full breasts encased in a simple pink bra that had his blood heating. When the dress fell into a heap at her feet, she moved to remove her bra, but he stopped her.

“This, I want to do.”

He ran a finger down the side of her neck and over the slope of her shoulder. He smiled at the goosebumps dimpling her skin. His lips dropped open mouth kisses to her throat and followed the path outlined by his finger. Courtlyn’s body arched against him, her hands gripping his biceps. He reached around to deftly unhook her bra and pulled it from her body. His hands cupped her breasts, his palms overflowing with the fleshy mounds. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples until they hardened into little pebbles.

“You. Are. Perfect.” He drew out each word, his tone low and reverent. Her skin flushed, and his nostrils flared at how responsive she was to him.

“I’m not perfect. I’m just me.” The husky tone to her voice stoked his desire.

He stepped forward until there was only a whisper of space between them. “Like I said. Perfect.”

He dropped his head and captured a nipple in his mouth while he kneaded the other breast. She moaned and moved her hands to his shoulders. He swapped his attention to the other breast and continued alternating licking and suckling the two until Courtlyn was squirming against him. He lifted her, and her legs wrapped around his waist. He crushed his mouth to hers, nipping at her lip until she opened her mouth on a gasp. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth, savoring the spicy and sweet flavor. His legs propelled them forward until they bumped against the side of his bed.

He laid her gently on the mattress and finally broke the kiss. She reached to pulled him back, but he evaded her embrace. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and drew them down her legs with a slow sensual move. She was laid out naked before him, and for a moment, Wings’ heart stopped beating.

Her eyelids were heavy as she watched him, and her tongue snaked out to moisten her bottom lip. “Stop looking at me like that. I need you to touch me.”

He palmed her mound, using the heel of his hand to apply pressure to her clit. His smile was devilish when she moaned and arched her back.

“Yes,” she cried, but the word was more of a breathless gasp. “More.”

He dipped a finger between her pussy lips. She was saturated with need, and he lost a bit of his control. Lowering his body between her legs, he threw one over his shoulder to open her up to him. Then his mouth latched on to her clit and sucked.

“Oh, God!”

He barely registered her cry. She tasted too good on his tongue. He licked and sucked and devoured her until her body trembled with the approach of her orgasm. He drew back and pushed away her hands when they tried to pull him to her. He shucked his clothes in record time, withdrew a condom from his bedside table and covered her body with his before her ardor had a chance to cool.

With one thrust of his hips, he impaled her with his cock. Her channel was tight and gripped him like she would never let him go. As good as she felt, he didn’t want to be let go.

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