Page 62 of Kiss Away Your Pain (Wounded Hearts 2)

“Stand up,” I say as I get off of him.

He stands and I unbuckle his belt then unbutton and unzip his pants as he watches me. I slide his pants down his legs and remove them, one leg at a time. Then I go back for his boxer briefs. Moving the waistband over his hard-on, I slide them off. His body is incredible. Flat, hard pecs tensed above ridges of abs. Strong arms I want wrapped around me. And toned, powerful legs. My blood races, heat gathers in my chest.

I give him a nudge, pressing my fingers into his chest, and he sits back on the sofa. With his eyes salacious on my body, I put my thumbs into the waist of my sweatpants and move them down my legs, stepping out of them. Slowly dropping between his knees, I take him in my hand and stroke. A groan rumbles in his chest, traveling into mine. Then I lean forward and circle his head with my tongue, eliciting a delicious sound from him. Popping the tip of his head into my mouth, I pull it out and flick my tongue against the sensitive V. His body tenses as another begging sound releases, buzzing the room.

I repeat the motion a few more times, then wrap my lips over my teeth and take him into my mouth. A groan roars from the abyss of his expansive chest. When I look up at him, his eyes are wild, his mouth drops open. He watches me. My heart races, greed mixes with need. I return my attention to his dick. With my hand and mouth working in unison, I get my rhythm, pumping up and down him. His breaths grow louder, faster.

“Candi, wait.” His breath intense, ragged. Lust careening. “Jesus. You’re gonna make me come.” Another hard breath hurls. “Come up here. It’s my turn.”

I want him. I want him inside me. I want tofeelhim inside me.

Releasing him, I stand then straddle myself above his lap. Covering his lips with mine, I move my panties aside and slide myself onto him, releasing a moan of pleasure, sucking a controlled breath as he fills me.

“Fuck,” he grunts a breath, gripping my hips. “What are you doing? Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” I say, rocking my hips.

He groans. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill.” I continue rocking my hips, clenching my walls around his girth.

He moves his hands to my breasts, palming them and squeezing them. Sliding one strap of my bra down over my shoulder, exposing my breast, he leans forward, taking my nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue. Then he slides his hand between my legs and rubs my nub. My body ablaze with fire. The sensation is too much. I remove his hand from between my legs. Without a word, he takes my guidance. Leaning back, I put my hands on his knees, letting my body rock back and forth on him. He moves his hands to my lower back, joining my motion and pumping up into me. I want to feel him slide in and out of me.

Lifting myself off of him, I turn around so my back is facing him and I spread my knees outside of his. Then I take him in my hand and guide him inside me again. He growls on an exhale. Using my legs, I lift myself up and release back down on him. Up and down, up and down. He puts one hand on my hip and grabs my hair with the other, tugging.

His heightening sounds drive my desire. A groan rumbles, vibrating my body, shaking the ground under my feet. “You feel too good this way,” he says, heaving breaths.

Time to do what I know how to do. I lift off of him again and straddle him, facing him once more. His eyes flicker rapidly between mine. Then he leans forward and kisses me. As we kiss, I push him against the sofa and grab the top of the sofa for leverage. Working my body and pelvis in a wavelike motion, I ride him, unbridled passion driving me.

“Fuck,” he says under his trembling breath. Grabbing my hips with his hands, he matches my rhythm as he pulls me down onto him. “Candi. You’re gonna make me come.” The harder his breaths, the louder his groans, the more relentless my gyrating. “I don’t wanna come yet. Not before you.” Leaning back and continuing my movements, I slide my hand between his legs and rub the length of skin between his balls and his butthole. “Oh, Jesus, Candi.”

Finally, his body tenses over and over as he releases loud, animalistic growls. He holds my hips still as he pulses inside me and shudders, his head pressed back into the sofa. As he chases his breath, I squeeze my walls around him, causing a flinch and groan as he digs his fingers into my skin.

When his shudders subside and his breathing normalizes, he lifts his head from the sofa. Taking my face in his hands, his eyes voracious, he kisses me tenderly.

“I gotta pee. I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” I lift off of him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. I don’t think I can move.”

I walk quickly to my bathroom and clean myself up. Then I grab a washcloth and get it wet with warm water, looking at myself in the mirror.Holy shit that was incredible. He felt so good inside me.I wring out the washcloth and go back out to the living area. He’s right where I left him, head resting back, arms splayed out next to him, knees resting open.

I kneel between his legs and wipe him off. He watches me, gratitude abound in his gaze.

“Thank you.”

Resting my elbows on his knees, I cradle my chin in my hands. “I’m starving. Are you hungry?”

A chuckle rolls out of him. “Yeah, I could eat. What do you want?”

“After that? I’m ready for a cheeseburger and fries, chocolate cake, and champagne.”

“Done,” he says, flashing me that sexy smile of his that makes my knees wiggle.

Taking the washcloth, I grab my sweatpants and sweatshirt and go to the bathroom again. When I go back out, he’s wearing his boxer briefs.

“It’ll be about twenty minutes. Do you mind if I take a shower?”

“Not at all.”

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