Page 18 of Loving Words
I chuckled. “So polite.”
The tip of my right thumb barely grazed her panty-clad fold when a noise in the distance had us both freezing.
“What was that?” Kennedy whimpered, her chest heaving as I pulled my hands back.
I listened closely and squinted my eyes, as if it would help me hear better.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
The sound grew louder about the time of our eyes widened.
“Is... Is that a vibrator?” I asked, amusement lacing my words.
Kennedy’s mouth flapped open and closed a few times. “Oh my God, I think it is,” she said, pushing me back and jumping down from the counter.
I followed her out of the kitchen, and we rounded the corner, the vibrating becoming louder with each step. I nearly ran her over when she abruptly stopped in front of Gran’s door.
A rustling accompanied the buzzing a second before a moan of pleasure could be heard through the door.
Kennedy’s hair swayed back and forth before she turned to face me.Oh my God!she mouthed, her eyes bugging out of her head.
Not wanting to think more about the matter, I bent, pressed my shoulder into her belly, and stood. I didn’t bother with any lights and carried her up the stairs over my shoulder until I reached what I thought was her room.
I slid her down my front and brushed her hair back from her stunned face. Grabbing her hips lightly, I held her flush to me, not wanting to break the connection we’d made earlier.
“My granny has a vibrator?” she whispered.
“Don’t you?” I asked, images of her sliding it in and out of her folds coming to mind.
“Yes, but—”
“But what? Are we the only ones allowed to get off?” I asked, sliding one hand to her bottom and squeezing.
“No, I just don’t want to think about it,” she said.
I dipped my head as I chuckled and nipped her earlobe. “Then don’t. I can make you think of other things.”
Her hands wound around my waist and up my back. “Oh? I’m not sure I’m going to recover.”
Running my nose up her neck, I breathed her in. “Do you need CPR? Or would you rather my fingers find their way back to your pussy?”
Kennedy whimpered at my words, and I grinned. “Damn, those are much better thoughts.”
“Not as good as wondering how you’ll taste on my tongue,” I said and nipped her lower lip. “While you ride my face.”
“Fucking hell,” she whimpered as I pulled back.
“Sweet dreams, Kennedy,” I said and turned toward my door, adjusting my erection before I did more than just tease us both.
“Asshole,” she muttered as I shut the door behind me.
I scrubbed my face with both hands and clenched my teeth. Turned on beyond belief, I unbuttoned my pants and slid my hand into my underwear. I grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed, hoping to quench the boiling desire in my veins.
Peering down at my thickness, I hissed, “Calm the fuck down.”
The damn thing was throbbing, making me wonder how it would feel to have Kennedy pulsing around me as she came.
“Fuck, that’s not helping.” Releasing myself, I turned toward the door and pulled it open. The hall was empty, and for a moment I debated knocking on her door.
