Page 19 of Safe Word
I placed kisses on her face and down her neck as I moved down her body, taking the tiny shorts that had almost driven me crazy down her legs in the process. Her natural saccharin scent invaded my senses, almost making me nut on myself on inhale. This girl made me delirious with need. I lifted her legs, placing her knees in the crooks of my arms. I lowered my head and kissed the innermost part of her thigh. It was probably my favorite part of her body.
“Do I need to worry about your legs?” I asked, flattening my tongue and flicking at her swollen bud before looking up at her for the answer.
“No.” She panted and lifted her hips from the bed, chasing the warmth of my mouth.
I wasted no time obliging to her unspoken request as I dove into her warm center face first. She hissed when I covered her clit with my lips. I’d already learned the exact amount of pressure to make her spine curl off the bed. The sharp exhale that came from her lips indicated just that.
I loved how generous she was with her audible praise, because I was greedy for it. Every swipe of my tongue was rewarded with the sweet sounds of her throaty moans. Her legs clamped around my neck, assuring that I held in place. I had no plans of moving but not having to hold her legs down to keep herfrom running, freed my hands so that I could push my sweats down.
As much as I wanted to eat her pussy until the sun came up, I wanted to feel her even more. I gripped my dick at the base, biting down on my bottom lip as I eased my way into her cozy space. I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath as I ended my own torture and pushed to the depths of her. My muttered words were drowned out by her as I stilled to let us both adjust to my intrusion.
“Fuck, Kannon!” she yelled, pushing back against me with her thighs.
My eyes popped open as I dropped them to her face.
“Take this muthafucka, Carteay. I asked if I needed to worry about your legs,” I reminded her.
Her head shook vigorously, but I wasn’t buying it. Her eyes blinked a few times as she waited for my next move. Her pupils were dark and dilated. The need apparent in her eyes.
“Kannon.” She spoke my name on another shuddered breath, urging me to give her more.
My name on her lips would be my undoing. She had exclusive ownership to that particular song. I never wanted to hear anybody else sing it.
When I felt like it was safe, I rocked into her, slow and deep. I wasn’t in a hurry. There was nothing to prove. She was already mine, whether either of us wanted to accept it or not. This time, I just wanted to enjoy her enjoying me. Carteay’s voice hit a certain octave that drove me crazy every time. Lifting her leg, I dove deeper, hungry to hear that note again.
“Eyes, Carteay,” I said, soft yet commanding when I noticed that she’d closed her eyes.
I needed her to remember who the fuck made her feel like this. Her eyes met mine, causing an unexpected sting in my chest. Fuck, she was beautiful. It was wild how you could see thetruth in someone’s eyes, even when words failed. I wanted to tell her the feeling was mutual. Instead, I fucked her harder. She fell apart, pulling at the ties to free her hands as she screamed for more. Her conflicting reactions made my head spin, so I could only imagine what was going on in her own mind.
“Kannon, baby, yes. Just like that!”
“I got you, baby,” I vowed as I continued fucking both of us into a frenzy.
“Kannon, wait!”
“Mercy,” I growled, daring her to speak that word at this point.
“No, don’t stop!”
When her back arched and her belly caved, I knew she was on the edge, so I pushed her off. Brushing my thumb back and forth across her clit frantically, I barked.
“Eyes! Look at me when you fuckin’ cum, Carteay.”
She nodded her head vigorously and gave me those hypnotizing brown eyes right as she flooded both me and the bed when her dam broke like a faucet. Her arms struggled against the silk fabric as her body stiffened under me. I loved how pretty and wrecked she was when she let go. I was right behind her, nutting so hard that my vision was blurry.What the hell was that?This girl was going to be the death of me.
I removed the ties from her wrists, kissing them to begin the healing process. She didn’t put up a fight when I picked her up and carried her to the shower. My girl was weak as water, but she could stand, so I bathed both of us before drying off and rubbing her down with some of the inflammation oil I used on my shoulders after a workout. I made sure to put some on her wrists.
Once we settled into bed again, I pulled her naked frame to me, securing her under my chin and against my chest where she belonged. Her soft cheek felt perfect against my hard chest.I closed my eyes and listened until I couldn’t distinguish her heartbeat from mine. I stroked her back slowly just to make sure she knew I was here and would be as long as she needed me.
“Tell me something about you,” she muttered against my chest.
“I’m good at keeping people safe,” I stated the obvious.
“Something I don’t know.”
“I’m good at keeping other people safe, but I ain’t good at protecting myself once my heart decides to take over.”
My confession felt raw but necessary. Her body went still like she wasn’t even breathing as she considered my words. She angled her head and kissed my collarbone.
