Page 20 of The Rebound
Note to self: Kinley’s breasts are very,verysensitive.
I tease her nipple with my tongue, drawing lazy circles until her moans crescendo into gasping cries. Sucking her breast into my mouth, I grind my hips between her legs, feeling her writhe beneath me.
“Please, Saint, I—” Her voice is shaky as she pushes helplessly at the hem of her panties.
Yes, ma’am.
It’s easy for me to pull the thin lace down her legs. It’s easy for me to part her legs and gaze at the sweet, glistening nirvana waiting for me there. It’s easy for me to unbutton my jeans, reach inside, and pull out my aching member and rub it once, twice ...
What’s not so easy is the nagging notion that Kinley is pregnant.
I’ve never had sex with a pregnant woman. Are there dos and don’ts I’m not familiar with? Is the baby going to be okay if we go and move around the furniture in there?
Fuck, I didn’t even bring a condom. Amateur.
Kinley looks at me with big, worried eyes. “Is something wrong?”
“Nothing.”
I lean down and kiss her lightly on the lips, soothing her. No point in dwelling on my lack of planning now. One thing I do know is that a little cunnilingus never killed anyone. I coax her mouth open with my tongue, kissing her deeply before I trail my lips down her cleavage and over her belly.
Soon, my kisses move between her legs until my tongue is poised at her clit. She tilts her hips, and I lick and suck firmly against her. She tastes like heaven. Kinley is groaning now,loudly, rocking her hips against my needy mouth as I taste her.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, yes, yes, yes—”
I suck her tight little bud into my mouth, flicking my tongue against it until I feel Kinley’s legs tense around my head, her pelvis shaking erratically with the force of her orgasm.
“Saint, oh my God.” She gasps, her voice catching as she laughs breathlessly. “Best neighbor ever.”
We both laugh at that, and I crawl up her body to press a kiss against her damp forehead. “Happy to be of service.”
“Help me up,” Kinley says, and so I offer her both my hands and pull her upright. She gives me a deliriously happy grin and smacks a big, fat kiss to my lips. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.”
“Now it’s your turn.”
“No, you don’t—”
“Are you really about to say no to this?”
She gives me an unimpressed look, and I relent with a sheepish smile. I lean back, raising my hands in defeat. But if this is defeat, I’m happy to be a loser any day of the week. Because the idea of Kinley’s sweet mouth on my cock? Well, that’s just the best thought ever.
“Have at it.”
And she does. Holy fucking hell, she does.
With some cushions under her knees, Kinley climbs off the couch and nestles between my legs. There’s no nervous fumbling, no tentative strokes. Instead, she immediately puts me in her mouth, and I let out a loud groan.
Her mouth is hot and wet, and wow, how did she learn that trick with her tongue?
She engulfs most of my shaft in her mouth, the rest in her spit-slick hand. When she pulls back, she drags her tongue across the head, teasing it with her lips.
“Fucking hell, Kinley.” I stare down at her in wonder.
This girl.With my manhood utterly at her whim, Kinley is giving it her absolute all.
It’s been a while since a woman looked at me the way she’s looking at me right now. I shudder when she takes me in deep again, feeling my own orgasm creeping up on me. She’s confident and determined and, wow, I’m way too close.
