Page 47 of Sweet Whiskey
I swallow, coating my drying throat, and then clear it. “Uh. Yeah. Probably put a window over the sink, structure allowing.”
She smiles. “Can I make a request for a farmhouse sink? I’ve always wanted one.”
“You can request whatever you want,” I breathe out.
Kinsey laughs, shaking her head and then coming to stand before me. “Sometimes our dreams are bigger than our pockets.”
“That’s what credit is for, baby. You said it feels like home. I want it to be,” I say, pulling her closer and then kissing her.
She scrambles up, and I lift her by her ass as her legs wrap around me. Her fingers comb through my hair, and she moans as our tongues tangle together. I stumble a few steps, backing her against a wall and pressing my body tighter into her.
Kinsey nips at my lips before pulling away and kissing down my jaw. I roll my head back to stare at the ceiling, willing the need to rut her to diminish.
“Want to see where we’re thinking of putting your nest?”
She jerks back, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed with desire. “Yes, yes.Please.”
I entwine our hands and pull her up to the second floor, then into the large room taking over the entire right side of the floor. It only has a single door, and my heart gallops wildly as I open it for her. Kinsey sucks in a sharp breath and then walks closer.
We had raised the floor a few inches, allowing an instep down to a round mattress taking over eighty percent of the room. The rest of the space has an ensuite bathroom, and then half a wall of cabinets with a small fridge and sink. She lets go of me to step down before kneeling to touch the bed.
I scratch the back of my neck. “It’s all new. We were waiting to pick up blankets and stuff. Figured we'd let you pick.” I clear my throat. “I mean, if you’d want to continue courting until your heat.”
Kinsey looks over her shoulder at me, a sly smile on her lips. “You’re going through an awful lot of trouble for someone you’re not sure of.”
Raising my eyebrows, I cross my arms over my chest. “Oh, I’m sure as fuck on you, baby. I’m just waiting to see if you feel the same.”
She stands up straighter. “And if I already do?”
My breathing starts to shallow. “Then I’ll work twice as hard to build you the home of your dreams.”
Biting her lip, she walks toward me until we’re standing chest to chest, and I slowly drop my arms, staring down at her.
“You’re already working so hard. Words can never say how much I appreciate the effort y’all put toward courting me. Let me show you how much,” she says, her fingernails scratching down my stomach as she lowers to her knees.
“Kinsey, you don’t have to do that…” I hiss out a breath as her hands curl into my belt, unbuckling it to pull at my jeans.
She grins up at me. “I know. I want to. No one has ever bought me a house, and I want to show you how much I appreciate it.”
My cock thickens as her hands brush by it as she pulls at my jeans, undoing them enough to expose my tight boxers. Then she leans forward, kissing the small strip of skin above my waistband. She inhales and groans as my cock grows so hard thatmy knot starts to swell with the need to come already.
“Fuck, Kins. I may just come at the sight of you.”
Her tongue sweeps along her lips, and then she pouts. “Don’t do that. I want to suck your cock, taste your cum on my lips.”
I twitch in my underwear, and my stomach flexes as she scratches the skin lightly before curling her fingers into the waistband and pulling down. My cock springs out, my tip ruddy and dripping, my knot a brownish red and growing larger. Kinsey’s eyes widen, and her mouth falls open when she tries to wrap her hand around the width of me.
“Colt…”
“I know, baby. Try the best you can,” I say, gently pushing the hair away from her face.
She blinks up at me, licking her lips and biting down on them. “Is it bad that all I can think about is how amazing your knot is going to feel inside me?”
I groan, more pre-cum leaking out of me at the thought as well. “Not today, baby. The firsttime we’re together, it will be in a proper bed so I can have you to myself all night long.”
Kinsey blows out a breath, the cool air fanning across my hot dick, and I jerk in her hold. She leans forward, licking my tip and lapping up the mess I’d been leaking. With a moan, she sucks more of me into her mouth, and I forget how to breathe. I’m stuck frozen as the best pleasure of my life short-circuits my brain.
When she pulls back, stroking my shaft with her tight fist as she kisses down my length, I finally inhale and groan.
