Page 92 of Other Side Of Never
It fucking flew.
And so did our day together.
When Isaiah slipped into a chocolate-induced coma, Kian took me to his bed.
He was insatiable, his hands, his mouth, his muscles ripe with tension as he took me apart, piece by piece.
“What’s going on with you, baby?”I breathed as he rolled onto his back, bringing me with him.
Clasping his hand around the back of my neck, he brought my mouth to his.“Let me taste you, Bridget.”
I opened to him, and he hummed low in his throat as he stroked my tongue with his before dragging his lips to my ear.Hands sliding down my sides to my hips, he ordered.“Get up here.Ride my face, sweet girl.”
For one brief moment, fear urged me to refuse.But I wasn’t going to be the woman who denied herself sensual pleasure based on some antiquated idea of what made up the feminine.Not anymore.
Rising to my knees, I shimmied up to the headboard and swung one leg over his face.
Before my knee hit the mattress, he wrapped his hands around my thighs and yanked me down onto his mouth.
“Aw, fuck, yes,” he growled, plunging his tongue as deep as he could get inside me.
I threw my head back, mewling, “Kian.”
My hips shot forward and I pulled them back sharply, holding my body still.I was not a tiny girl, and I didn’t want to overwhelm him.
A sharp slap on my ass elicited a surprised gasp.
“Don’t you dare hold back, sweet girl.Ride my fuckin’ face.”
I shifted my hips forward slightly, sucking in a breath at the satisfied hum coming from the man between my thighs.He flattened his tongue against my clit.
“Oh,” I breathed.
“Use me, Bridget.”He rubbed his lips over my clit as he spoke.“Get yourself off, baby.”
Bracing myself on the headboard, I rubbed my pussy over the flat of his tongue, groaning when he swirled it around my clit.
Pleasure rose hot and fast, almost unbearable in its intensity, but that’s how things were with Kian.
Since the first day.I felt more for him than I’d ever felt for anyone else.
This sweet, kind, gentle man who kept such tight control over his every emotion except in our bed.
Fingers digging into my thighs, he pulled his mouth away to plant gentle, sucking kisses everywhere except the one place I desperately needed it.
“Kian,” I mewled, grinding down.“Give me your tongue.”
“Say please.”
I growled like a little cat.
He laughed, his chest vibrating under my ass, and shifted his kisses to the inside of my thigh.
“Please!”I hissed.
Returning to the scene of his recent abandonment, he covered my clit with his mouth until I fell apart.
His hands stroked my hips and thighs while I came down.
