Page 85 of Play Your Part

“So impatient,” I murmured, before drawing her lips into mine.

Kennedy moaned as I rolled my hips, teasing her with my dick, over and over, building the tension between us.

“Off,” she finally said as she tore at my boxers. She didn’t wait for me to comply before reaching beneath the fabric and wrapping her hand around me.

Our kisses turned frenzied. Her hand moved roughly up and down my shaft, the feeling so good, I almost lost it. My hips soon matched her movements.

I was beyond lost in this woman.

“Just one time,” Kennedy said suddenly, breaking our kiss and my heart a little.

She pulled back from my lips to meet my eyes.

We promised each other a weekend of fun. This night together was part of that promise, to finally scratch the itch plaguing us since we met. To satisfy the attraction beneath the exasperation.

She wanted to get this out of her system—to know what it was like to be with me—so in two weeks, she could have a clean break.

“Just one time,” I agreed.

And when I kissed her, it wasn’t a frenzy. It was languid so I could prolong this moment as long as possible. So I could commit every second to memory—from the taste of her on my lips to the way she sighed as I pulled down her panties, palming her ass lightly before slipping a finger inside her.

She rocked against me, craving more friction, as she kissed me roughly, our movements a mash of lips and teeth and tongue, all desperation.

Still, I took my time, working her with one finger, then two, not wanting to rush a single second, even as my body tightened painfully, needing release from this torturous tension.

“Alexei,” Kennedy said, her voice soft and curt. “Now. I need you now.”

“How?” I asked, pinning her with a meaningful stare.

“What?”

“How do you need me, Kennedy?”

If she wanted this only once, I would give it to her exactly how she wanted it, how she imagined it between us.

It took a moment for her to understand, but when she did, she inched away from me. “Lay back,” she said, gesturing to the headboard.

Before following her direction, I lunged for my bag beside the bed.

At the sound of the condom wrapper, Kennedy said, “I’m on the pill, and I’ve been tested.”

“Me too,” I said, still holding the condom, not wanting to pressure her. I didn’t care how I had her tonight, only that I did. “But we can—”

“I’m okay without it as long as you are.”

I nodded, then moved into position, my head against the pillow, my entire naked body on display before her, for her. My fingers twitched, wanting to touch her, to make her feel so good, she would never forget this night. But I would follow her lead, even if it pained me.

“As much as I enjoy watching you ogle me, you’rekillingme here.”

“Is that right?” She ran a fingertip from my ankle up the inside of my calf. Her lips parted as she reached my knees, placing a hand on each one, then sliding slowly up. “Unfucking real…”

I smirked at her naked adoration, especially after how long it took for her to admit it.

Kennedy leaned forward, her lips grazing my inner thigh.

“Hey,” I said, reaching to pull her up to me. “Kens, you don’t have to—”

“Iwantto.”

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