Page 65 of Body Language
She gasped. “Kendrix, stop—”
But the way it slipped out, half-moan, half-plea, betrayed the hell out of her
“Mm. What happens if I don’t stop?”
She turned, grabbed my face, and kissed me like she’d been starving for it. She walked us backward into the house, giving me that look like,follow me if you bold. And I was bold as fuck.
By the time we hit her bedroom, we weren’t thinking about shit but each other. Her clothes were off, my shirt half unbuttoned. My hands roamed, learning every curve I’d been imagining since the first night I saw her.
I kissed down her chest, sucked her nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue until she moaned loud enough to make my dick ache. My hand teased the other, fingers pinching, pulling.
The second her lips crashed against mine, I knew that night wasn’t ending like all the others.
I’d tasted her before. Had her grinding on my face, moaning my name, damn near breaking me with nothing but her body and that slick ass mouth. But I hadn’t been inside her yet. And the way she was looking at me, I knew her body was begging, even though her mouth would never admit it.
She pulled me toward her bed.
“You sure you ready for this?” she whispered, smirking like she was daring me.
I laughed, pressing her back into the mattress. “Pretty, I’ve been ready since the night you walked into that club.”
I kissed down her neck, slow but hungry. She spread her legs without even thinking, and I groaned when I saw how wet she was.
“Damn,” I said, touching her. “You ready for me, huh?”
She bit her lip, lifting her hips into my hand. “Nigga, shut up and fuck me.”
I stroked myself, letting the tip tease her entrance.
“You gonna let me in, Pretty?” I whispered, rubbing circles on her clit with my thumb. “Or you still pretending you don’t want me?”
She moaned, rolling her hips. I pushed in. Slow, deep, steady. Her gasp hit my chest, and I damn near lost it right then.
“Fuck,” I growled, burying myself in her tight, wet pussy. “You feel like heaven, Pretty. Wrapped around me like you’re mine already.”
Her nails dug into my back as she whimpered, “Kendrix… oh my God…”
I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, hard enough to make the headboard shake. She cried out, legs locking around me.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I groaned, driving deep. “Take this dick. Don’t run from me.”
She tried to smirk through her moans. “Who said I was running?”
“Oh, you not?” I flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her ass up. “We gone test that.”
I slid back in from behind, gripping her hair to pull her head back. The sound she made went straight to my dick.
“Say my name,” I demanded, thrusting slow and deep.
“Kendrix—fuck!”
“Louder.”
“KENDRIX!”
I slapped her ass, watching it jiggle. “Good girl. Keep that same energy.”
She pushed back against me, throwing it back so good I had to close my eyes and catch myself. She looked back with that wicked smile.
