Page 38 of The Last Key
Kissing up her neck, I whisper in her ear, “You liked it when I called you that earlier?” Grazing one hand down her thigh, I continue. “Did it make you wet? Were you hoping I’d touch you and find out?”
“Ye-es,” she gasps as my fingers dance across her inner thigh. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“My pussy. God, Devon. Please.”
“Well, since you asked nicely.” I stroke my finger up her dripping wet center. She cries out in response to my touch. “Mm. Good girl. So fucking wet for me.” I brush my thumb over her clit then dip one finger inside her. “Perfect.”
“Yes. Oh.” She gasps as her fingers dig into my back, but this isn’t nearly enough for me. I’ve wanted more with her for so damn long, and since she’s been here, wrapped in my arms, walking around in tiny towels, sleeping in my T-shirts, moaning in the shower, I’ve dreamed of tasting her.
She groans in frustration when I pull my finger out, but then she watches as I bring that finger to my mouth and suck, licking off her heady flavor.
“Why is that so hot? Holy shit,” she groans, lying back on her elbows.
She’s right. It is fucking hot. So hot I can’t help myself.
With a growl, I squat down and bury my face between her thighs, lapping at her sweet pussy and enjoying her intoxicating flavor.
She squeaks and her ass lifts off the counter, but I grab her thighs and hold her in place, licking and sucking at her clit as she fists my hair.
Letting go of one thigh, I drag a hand over and slowly circle her pussy, inching my finger in a little more each time until it’s swirling and pumping deep inside her. She wraps her legs around my back, her thighs clenching against my head as she moans.
Her hips rock into me as I shamelessly devour and finger fuck her, needing to feel her come. Sliding my finger most of the way out, I curl it up, then move in light, fast strokes. She tugs my hair harder as her abs tighten. I suck her clit between my lips in rhythm with my finger pumping into her.
“Yes, right there. Oh. Yes. I’m going to come. Oh…”
She explodes over my face, her creamy flavor covering my hand and coating my tongue.
Slowly, I pull my finger out, but I keep licking until she pushes my head back.
I stand up, then pull her shaking body upright, kissing her forcefully. She melts into me, resting her weight against me as we kiss. When I pull away, I kiss her forehead, then look into her eyes and whisper the magic words, “Good girl.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
KENNEDY
How fast canyou have an orgasm when you’ve just come down from one? Asking because hearing Devon call me “good girl” is the hottest thing in the entire world. I never knew I needed it until he said it earlier and every nerve ending in my body lit on fire. Now it’s all I need to hear and whoops, spontaneous orgasm. Well, almost.
Speaking of orgasms, that may have been my bestever.Which is saying something because I know my way around my own body. I mean, maybe after a long session, I’ve had a harder one, but this was different. Because Devon was the one touching me. Licking me.
The fabric of his boxers rubs against my leg and I can’t take it anymore. In an instant, I reach out, grab his boxers, and push them down until they slide off his legs and onto the floor, then I grab that hardened muscle and stroke it.
The groan he lets out sends a chill up my spine.
“Kend… fuck.”
“That what you want?” I ask playfully.
His eyes darken and his jaw ticks.
“Protection.”
“I’m on birth control. Haven’t been with anyone else in nine months and my last test six months ago came back clear. You?”
