Page 68 of Kylo
His hips jerked as his hand slapped down on the back of my neck and a ragged curse escaped him.
His reaction had a little moan escaping me, the sound vibrating around his length, dragging a groan out of him before I started to work him.
He gathered my hair and fisted it at the nape of my neck, letting him watch me as I moved up and down his cock.
The taste of him, the way he tensed, gasped, groaned, cursed, it all had my own desire ratcheting up once again.
But then his hand was twisting my hair tighter and pulling until the burn across my scalp gave me no choice but to slide backward until his cock slid out from between my pursed lips.
Kylo pulled just a little harder until my head was angled back to look up at him.
And what I saw had my sex clenching hard.
The heavy-lidded eyes, the wide pupils, the gaze that was borderline primal.
He got to his feet, his hand still in my hair, taking me with him.
His lips crashed down on mine—hard, hungry, almost bruising in their intensity.
And me?
I melted into it, into him.
So when he leaned down and hooked his hands behind my thighs, lifting me up off my feet, I didn’t need any prompting to pull them up and wrap them around his back as my arms slid around his neck, holding on as he started to walk us across the balcony.
I didn’t know where he was going.
I didn’t care as his tongue toyed with mine.
But I felt my belly bottom out as he hooked forward, leaving me desperately holding on until I felt the soft material of the outdoor bed beneath me.
Kylo kissed me for one long moment before pulling away to stand off the side of the round, partially shaded bed.
My gaze tracked down his body, finding his cock still out and straining.
A sound escaped him, catching me watching. Then his hands pushed down the soaked material of his boxers.
He reached down to something on the ground. I thought, possibly, to free his feet of the clinging material. But when he came back up, I saw the little gold foil square in his hand.
His breath rose and fell as frantically as mine as he raised the foil to nip the corner.
Then he quickly protected us before coming to the edge of the bed, his knees pressing in.
But he didn’t come right over me.
His lips found the outside of my knee and kissed upward. Over my thigh, my hipbone, my belly, ribs, the underside of my breasts, then between until he was kissing my neck once again.
I was trembling with need when his weight finally crushed into me, pressing me deeper into the cushions.
My legs slid up his sides, heels digging into his ass as he lowered down, his hard length sliding up my cleft as his lips finally found mine once again.
He was clearly trying to be soft, gentle, taking his time with me.
But the need was too strong, too desperate.
I was rocking against him. My nails scraped his back.
“Kylo, please,” I whimpered, breaking off the kiss.
