Page 23 of Safe Word
“You good?” he asked, tilting his head as his hand moved to my face to make sure he held my eye contact.
“Now I am,” I said, nodding as I kissed him slow and deep.
My fingers burrowed into his hair, pulling him closer to deepen our kiss. I needed that kiss to tell him everything I was hesitant to say. Kannon let me set the pace, letting his hands brush gently up my sides and back down to my waist. The sound he made as I grinded my pussy against his ever-ready hard dick went straight to the stem of my brain. I did it again just to hear that sweet, tortured groan.
“Bed?”
“Here, I want you here.”
Using one of his hands, he palmed my ass, securing my body against him as he brought his mouth to my throat. He tookhis time flicking his tongue against my warm skin, writing his own song in a language only he and I understood. I whimpered, cursing under my breath when his teeth grazed my neck.
He smiled that wicked smile against my neck before doing it again, biting down harder this time as his fingers found their way into the bottom of my shorts. I loved the way he held me like I was this fragile thing but strong at the same time.
Our lips found each other’s again, settling my frantic nerves. I shuddered and arched my back as his fingers teased my folds, and his eyes flickered up to mine, almost questioning. His hesitation made me hungrier, so I thrust my hips into his hand allowing the heat and moisture to encourage him.
“I’ve never been scared of a damn thing my whole life until I realized I’m going to have to let you go back to your life one day soon. That shit is terrifying.”
He pulled his fingers out of my panties, running them up my stomach as he nipped at my bottom lip, running his damp fingers across my bottom lip then taking it into his mouth. This time, his hand rushed back to my panties, not stopping until two of his thick fingers breached my walls. I gasped then cursed into the air, causing him to laugh into my neck. The slow curl of his fingers made me push my titties into his hard chest, the friction torturing us both.
“Please,” I whined, barely able to recognize my own voice.
I looked up into his heavy-lidded eyes begging for just a little more as I thrust my hips to meet his patient rhythm. Granting my wish, he sped up.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me,” he urged as his thumb teased the slickness of my swollen nub. “Carrie, baby, I don’t know how the fuck I resisted your pretty ass all this time. I must have been walking around with blinders on. I knew you were sweet and pretty as hell, but I don’t think I ever would have stepped to you if this shit didn’t go down. Now I don’t know how I’m going togo back to normal after this. I miss you already, and you haven’t even left yet.”
“Let’s not think about it, baby.”
“I need you to tell me you’re going to be OK, Carteay. I will kill one of them niggas down there behind you. All you have to do is tell me which way to go.”
“I don’t need that, Kannon. I need you out here with me. I need you to be a reminder of what genuine love feels like.”
“I’ll always be that. I don’t want you to ever hesitate to call me. I don’t give a fuck where you are or what I’m doing. I’m coming.”
“I will. Now I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything,” he vowed.
“I need you to tell me how to live without you when this is all said and done.”
“If it’s up to me, you will never have to.”
Kannon said that, then crashed his lips into mine. I rocked my hips, riding his fingers and losing every bit of shame I had left as I screamed his praises. The orgasm that ripped through me almost tore me apart. I clamped my hands over my mouth, and Kannon used his free hand to slap me hard on my ass before snatching them down.
“Nobody’s here but me, Carteay. Let me hear you, baby. Let it go.”
And I did. I didn’t try to hide the ugly honesty of how he was ripping me apart piece by piece. His eyes searched mine hungrily like he was collecting his reward. As I came down, I tugged at the waist of his shorts, eager to repay the favor. Plus, I had been thinking about the weight of his dick against my tongue and the taste of his cum since after breakfast. I took him in my hand, keeping my eyes on him as I covered him with my hot mouth.
I swirled my tongue eagerly, sweeping away any remnants of the precum seeping from his dick. He groaned, putting one of hishands on the back of my head. I expected him to push, but he just fisted my hair and let me do my thing. I went harder, taking him further into my mouth until I felt the urge to gag.
“C,” he grunted. When his fingers tightened around my hair, I looked up at him. “Keep looking at me like that and see what happens.”
Just to push him, I hollowed my cheeks and used my tongue to tease the sensitive underside of his shaft. His thighs trembled under my hands, making me feel powerful. When he pulled me up by my hair, his dick yanked out of my mouth with a pop.
“I need you,” he confessed, cupping my face and kissing me sloppily.
Those three simple words wrecked me. Him lowering me onto his dick finished me off. The way he angled his hips and pushed into me from below made the world tilt on its axis. I rocked greedily, meeting each of his strokes. His strong arms held my chest flush against him as he rocked his body, rocking my world with each deep stroke. I clawed at his back as my walls clenched around him.
“Gah damn!” he professed like he was witnessing a miracle. “You be trying to embarrass a nigga making him cum all fast.”
