Page 88 of Other Side Of Never
My hips jerked underneath him.“Oh, yeah?What if it’s my pussy doing the rubbing?”
He grinned down at me, his hands gentle in my hair.“I can get behind that.”
I cocked my head to the side.“The idea or me?”
Pressing his lips to mine, he smiled.“Both.”
I threw back my head and laughed.
He took the opportunity to duck his head and lick a trail down my throat.
I hummed.“Kian.”
His mouth moved to the other side of my throat and worked its way back up.“Yes, Bridget.Whatever you need, whatever you want, it’s yes.”
Eyes flying open, I stared up at him and began to squirm.“If I had the strength, I’d have you on your back,” I confessed.
He dropped his forehead to mine.“Anything but that,” he amended.Sitting back, he worked my shorts and panties down my legs before going for my t-shirt and making short work of my bra.“This first time, I’m going to take you the way I need to.You can tease the fuck out of me for the rest of our lives.Fair?”
“It’s a good deal,” I breathed, stretching out beneath him.
He chuckled.“Thought you’d see it my way.You never know, you might just like hanging out on my pillow every now and then,” he murmured just as his teeth closed on my naked shoulder.
I arched back, gasping.
“So sweet,” he murmured, his mouth trailing soft kisses down between my breasts sheltered beneath his calloused hands.Licking across my abdomen, he praised, “So soft.So responsive.”
His tongue dipped into the valley of my waist before tracing a line over the steep curve of my hip.Spreading my thigh wide, he pressed a wet, sucking kiss to the crease of my thigh before whispering over my quivering flesh to the crease at the other side.
“Kian.”His name escaped my lips in a soft grunt.
“Your skin is so soft,” he whispered against the gentle swell of my tummy before working his way back up to my breast.
He pulled my nipple inside his mouth and hummed like it was the sweetest candy.Then, bracing his hand at my head, he hovered over me.
His free hand cupped my mons, his wrist flexing to fuck his fingers deep inside me, every stroke lighting up my core, my clit, my labia, there was no part of my center he wasn’t touching.
Clutching his wide shoulders, I spread my thighs wide.
“Utterly wanton,” he breathed.“Gorgeous.”
Slitting my eyes open, I watched him watch me, his eyes hot, jaw tight, gaze intent.
“You going to come for me, Bridget?”
I nodded, feeling it coming, then he tore his hand away as I protested.
“Not like that you’re not,” he murmured.Kneeling between my thighs, he reached behind his head and yanked his shirt off before pushing his jeans down and rolling a condom over his length.
Then, fitting his lean hips between my thighs, he pressed my knee back, and slowly pressed inside me.
His fingers did little to prepare me.It had been so long since I’d taken a man, my body arched at the invasion.“Kian!”
“Take me, Bridget,” he urged, his hips flexing infinitesimally, driving inside me inch by beautifully thick inch.
I blew out a breath, tilted my hips, and rocked against him until my body gave and permitted him entry.
“Fuck,” he groaned, stilling as he bottomed out inside me.
