Page 36 of Her Kensington
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Summer
The second myshirt leaves my body, his palms encase my face and his lips press against mine. My brain tells me to stop him, that I’m too angry for this to continue, but my body says otherwise. The increasing pressure between my thighs convinces me that I need this, that I need the release he can give me to make me forget.
Kissing down my neck and over the swell of my breasts, his fingers fiddle with the clasp of my bra before the cool air surrounds my sensitive skin. The fabric has barely touched the floor and his mouth is on me. His tongue circles around one peaked nipple while he pinches the other with his fingertips.
I’m panting just from that alone, and I can’t help but moan when he releases my nipple with a pop and runs his tongue down my stomach then along the edge of my waistband. Heat pools between my legs as I think about having his tongue against me.
My button’s popped open before my skirt and panties get pulled down my thighs and dropped around my ankles.
“Sit back on the desk.”
I do as I’m told, the coldness of the wood making my breath catch.
Grabbing my ankles he spreads my legs wide open and stares down at me. “Beautiful,” he groans before leaning forwards and licking the length of me.
The sensation has my arms trembling and threatening to give way behind me.
He licks and sucks until I’m trying to back away from him. Knowing what I’m attempting to do, he wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me right to the edge of the desk. His tongue plunges inside me and I break. I scream as my release races through me. Tingles erupt from my core and run all the way to tips of my fingers as I pulsate around him.
I throw my head back and fight to catch my breath as my release begins to subside.
“Fucking hell.” Pulling my head up, I find him staring up at me. My feet are on his shoulders and his eyes run over every inch of my exposed skin.
He places a kiss to each ankle before he drops them and pulls me to him. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he carries me over to the bed before gently lowering me down. His lips find mine and he kisses me for the longest time as his hands continue to roam my body, driving me crazy and getting me ready for another release.
Part of me doesn’t want to give him anything. I want to punish him for lying to me, but as the minutes pass it becomes clear that I need him inside me and I’m only punishing myself by holding back.
Running both of my hands down his back, I ensure my nails scratch as they go. A deep groan rumbles up his throat and my thighs squeeze together as the memory of his hot mouth assaults me once again.
When my fingertips hit fabric I run them around to the front and tease him through the denim.
“Fucking shit, Summer,” he grunts. The sound gives me the confidence I need to take what I want.
Once I’ve got the button undone, he helps me out by pushing his pants down his legs a little, allowing me the access I need.
Pushing him onto his back, I throw one leg over his waist before staring down at him.
“Have you uh...got any condoms?”
It takes a second or two for my words to register. Disappointment floods his face as realization hits. “No.”
I almost throw caution to the wind and sink straight down on him. I’m desperate to feel him inside me but knowing we’ve already been reckless, and after experiencing my first false alarm, I can’t do it.
Crawling down his legs, I go for my second option and wrap my hand around the base of him, sucking him as deep into my mouth as he will go, all the while cursing myself for allowing my shot to run out.
* * *
“Come and get in bed,”Harrison says from the doorway to the bathroom. Our eyes connect in the mirror, his pleading with me. I know I shouldn’t have been intimate with him. I knew it would lead to him thinking everything was okay, but the second he touched me I was powerless to put a stop to it. I might be angry at him, but I still love him, I still want him. That’s not changed.
I understand why he did what he did, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt that he’d keep his own children from me.
Dragging my eyes away from him, I stare at my own reflection and wonder how at only twenty-one I’ve managed to find myself married and in another country with two almost teenage step-kids. This really was not the life I was expecting to have.
“Summer, stop. Everything’s going to be okay.” His body heat warms my back as his hands creep up under the white shirt he was wearing earlier and come to rest on my belly.
“I know,” I whisper.
