Page 45 of Demo
We were both shaking with laughter as Knox ran his hands down to my waist, then around and up my back and cupped my shoulder blades, his face still buried in my neck. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
“My family is crazy,” he said, his words muffled.
“Yeah,” I said, taking my turn to kiss his neck. “But I like them.”
“Yeah?” He pulled his head out of my neck just enough to make eye contact with me.
“Yeah.”
Knox held my gaze, then quickly crushed his lips to mine, searing me, claiming me, thanking me. Pulling away abruptly, he added, “No more talk about my fucking family tonight, OK?”
He didn’t wait for me to answer. He pulled me away from the dresser, spun us around, and walked me backward until the back of my legs hit the bed, and we both descended. He crawled right up over me and continued kissing me. My hands roamed, sliding up his stomach and pulling his shirt up, and he broke away from our kiss just long enough to pull it over his head, then he gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it up and over my arms and discarded it along with his.
His eyes raked over my black bra before he dipped his head down to trail kisses down my cleavage and pull one cup down to expose my nipple, which he took into his mouth. He sucked it tightly as he wound his hands around my back to unclasp my bra, then slid the straps down my arms and tore it away.
“Damn,” he bit out as he took one full breast in one of his hands and the other nipple in his mouth. “Fucking sexy,” he mumbled around it.
I fisted his hair in my hands and arched my chest up into him, moaning his name.
Knox chuckled, his breath making my nipples tighten further. His hand roamed further down my body, and I tried not to tense as he had to have felt my lumpy stomach. But he must have felt me still.
When I instinctively brought a hand down over my stomach, Knox pulled away from my chest. He skooched down and gently pulled my hand away, then looked me in the eyes as he shook his head ever so slightly.No. He leaned down and trailed open-mouth kisses all along my soft stomach. Up, down. Side to side.
I shook as he brought his hands to the waist of my jeans, undid the top button and pulled my zipper down. His hand slid beneath my pants and rubbed my damp panties, and he hummed against my skin.
“You’re not the only one who was being tortured through dinner,” I said, breathing heavy and raising my hips to grind my groin into his palm.
“Good,” he said against my stomach as he slid a finger along my center and began to stroke.
I panted and awkwardly reached for the waist of his pants and clumsily unbuttoned and unzipped them. I gripped his hard length just as he slid a finger inside me.
We both groaned.
“I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this,” he gritted out as he pulled back and pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs and kicked them off, then grabbed my jeans and panties and yanked them down my legs, flipping me in the process. I braced myself face down on the bed with my right hand, still half on my side.
His hands dug into my ass cheeks as he gave them a rough squeeze and released me, which made my rear jiggle. Then I felt his teeth softly dig into my right cheek, making me yelp, as he again took handfuls of my rump.
“I’ve been dreaming of this ass since you flashed it in the courtyard,” he said against my skin as his tongue licked the area where he teeth had just been.
“What?” I panted, confused.
“Nothing,” he murmured against my skin.
I felt the bed dip behind me as he laid down and, keeping himself positioned behind me, Knox slid his hand around to play with me. I arched my back, so my ass was pressed against his erection, and I snaked my arm over my shoulder, gripped his hair and pulled his face to the side of mine, turning to kiss him deeply.
And he claimed me in return, with his mouth, his tongue, his hand. Then he pulled away and I heard his nightstand drawer open and close, then the tear of foil. Next thing I knew he was back behind me, half on top of me, nudging my right knee up with his, while I braced myself with my hands on the mattress. He pulled my hip up just enough to meet him as he pressed just into my entrance.
“You ready?” He kissed my shoulder.
“Yes.”
And he slowly sank into me, equal parts pulling me onto him and pushing himself into me. He hissed as we each adjusted to get the perfect fit, then he pulled out and pushed back in, harder and faster this time.
“This OK?” he grunted.
I purred, and he chuckled.
I gasped as he found his rhythm, his one forearm braced by the side of my head to keep from lying all his weight on me while his other hand wrapped around to cup my breast. Then he used that hand to push his torso up a bit as he again nudged my knee with his to get a deeper angle as he continued his thrusts.
