He grinned. “Show me where.”
For a second, Kiarra kept her hands clenched in the sheets, but eventually she raised one over her knickers and ran a finger down her swollen folds. His cock jumped, wishing he could see her do that while naked.
All in good time. “As you wish, pet.” He traced her opening through her knickers, proud that she soaked the material—for him. Deciding she’d had enough torture, he plunged a finger into her curls and groaned at her wetness.
He stroked up toward her clit, but drew a path around the sensitive bundle, avoiding direct contact, and traced back to her entrance. Kiarra breathed his name and he lost his restraint, impatient to taste her. He leaned down and kissed her through her knickers. Kiarra raised her hips, and he dragged her knickers down past her knees and pushed her legs wide; she was pink and glistening.
He growled, but resisted tasting her until he blew a hot breath into her folds. Kiarra wiggled and he delved his tongue inside her, lapping her sweet wetness before licking up to her clit and swirling it with his tongue.
Kiarra thrust her hands into his hair and moaned. After sucking her clit between his teeth, he thrust a finger into her wet heat, barely aware of Kiarra mumbling his name. He continued to thrust his finger while lapping and swirling her clit with his tongue. Soon Kiarra was moving in time to his rhythm, so he added a second finger and thrust deeper.
He bit her clit lightly and he felt her tense before her muscles started to spasm around his fingers. Once her muscles relaxed, he stilled his fingers, removed them, and took one last plunge with his tongue. The taste of her orgasm nearly made him come in his trousers.
Jaxton kissed Kiarra just above her curls, before rubbing his hands up her body, gently squeezing her breasts, and nipping her neck. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes half-lidded. Jaxton brushed the hair off her forehead and said, “I told you that you’d thank me later.”
She gave a half-hearted glare, but ruin
ed it with a smile. Kiarra reached up and pulled his head down. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
One minute Kiarra lay boneless, recovering from her orgasm, and the next she’d ordered Jaxton to kiss her. The combination of his weight settling between her thighs and the taste of herself in his mouth made her sex throb, aching to be filled. Jaxton’s mouth and fingers had been glorious, but she wanted his hardness inside her.
She raised her hips against Jaxton’s jean-clad erection and moved. He groaned into her mouth and Kiarra broke the kiss. “Why do you still have your pants on?”
He rested his forehead against hers. “Because once they come off, I don’t think I can stop myself from pounding into your tight, wet sheath.”
Another jolt went between her legs at his blunt words. But then she realized he was minding her feelings. Her heart softened, and she reached up to stroke his shoulders. “But that’s exactly what I want you to do.”
Jaxton growled. “Be very sure about this, Kiarra.”
She ran her fingers under his waistband. “Take them off.”
He was up and out of his pants and boxers so fast, Kiarra barely registered he was gone before he laid his weight over her again. His skin touched hers, and she reveled in the heat of his body. There was no panic or fear, only desire, comfort, and a sense of safety.
Jaxton moved his hips and his erection rubbed against her, creating more wetness between her legs. She tried to wrap a leg around Jaxton’s waist, but he pushed it back down and said, “I need you to help me with something first, pet.”
He sat up and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of his jutting erection, the tip already glistening.
“If you keep looking at it like that, wetting your lips, I’m going to come right now.” Kiarra looked up before he continued, “Now, sit up.”
He put his hands out and she took them. Once she was upright, she stared at his erection again and reached out to touch it. A bead formed on the tip, and without thinking, she put her finger there, rubbing the liquid around the head. Jaxton inhaled deeply and grabbed her wrist.
“Later, pet. You can touch as much as you want later, but not right now.”
She must’ve looked disappointed, because Jaxton leaned in and kissed her gently. “Pouting doesn’t become you. But the choice is yours: I can either fuck you hard or you can take my cock into your mouth. Which will it be?”
She was getting used to his blunt talk in bed. “I like it when you talk like that.” His words encouraged her to be bold, and she moved to straddle him. She rubbed her sex over his erection. “And I don’t like waiting.”
The next second she was on her back again, and she heard Jaxton mutter, “Plan B,” before taking out a condom and rolling it down his cock.
Then Jaxton took her wrists and pinned them above her head. His free hand went between her legs, and all thoughts of reality faded as he stroked first her entrance and then her clit.
She made a sound when he took his fingers away, but he replaced them with the tip of his cock and nudged at her entrance. She arched her hips up, and when Jaxton thrust to the hilt, she let out a gasp. Unmoving inside of her, Jaxton leaned down and kissed her, alternating between nibbling her lips and suck her tongue. As he began to strum her at the apex of her thighs, the uncomfortable feeling of fullness passed and she moved her hips to encourage him.
Jaxton pulled almost entirely out before slamming into her again. A combination of pleasure and pain coursed through her, but she wanted more, to touch him, to move with him. She pulled her arms and surprisingly, Jaxton let go.
He licked her ear and said, “You ready, pet? I can’t hold back much longer.”
In reply she grabbed his ass and dug in her nails. Jaxton bit her earlobe and murmured, “So demanding. Just the way I like it.”