Page 109 of Faking Forever
“Kiss me,” she pleaded and his laughter faded as his gaze probed hers.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she whispered, offering him a warm smile, hoping he’d see the sincerity and ignore the inconvenient tears. “I told you I’ve become a watering pot. Everything is perfect, Smith. Please kiss me?”
He smiled, nodded, and with a dip of his head, gave her exactly what she’d asked for.
Chapter
Twenty-One
Smith kissed her lazily,not wanting to rush, even though it was killing him to go slow. Unlike Kenna, he hadn’t had the luxury of coming and he was so turned on, a stiff fucking breeze could make him come right now.
Her hand slid down his chest toward his painfully throbbing cock, and before he had a chance to react, that confident, capable, talented hand, which had saved so many lives, fisted him. Then stroked him, imitating his own lazy strokes of earlier.
He groaned against her mouth and helplessly pumped into that tightly clenched hand, his precum adding enough slickness to make her hand feel like hot velvet around his sensitive shaft.
He lifted his mouth slightly, until there was only a hairsbreadth between their lips.
“You’re making it very difficult for me to go slow, Kenna,” he muttered.
“I don’t need slow right now, Smith.” Her hand tightened around him to the point of pain and he jerked, dangerously close to coming.
“Fuck,” he groaned and she smiled. He was too close to see it, but he felt the movement against his lips.
“Yes, that’sexactlywhat I want.”
“You’re going to kill me,” he groaned.
“Not before we come, I hope,” she retorted saucily.
He laughed again, the sound a little helpless.
“You’re going to have to let go then, you little minx.”
She spluttered with laughter, her hand loosening.
“Seriously? Have you been bingeing regency romance shows ag—aah!” Her sharp cry of pleasure rang out when Smith lined himself up and without warning, thrust his hard shaft home.
He groaned as that velvety, tight-to-the-point-of-pain sheath closed around him.
“Jesus, you feel so good,” he whispered.
Kenna didn’t respond, simply stared up at him. Her pupils were blown and her lush lips parted. He couldn’t tell if she was breathing or not as he dragged himself out almost all the way to the tip before slamming home again.
The hard thrust of his cock was met with a breathless, “Uh!” from Kenna. It was the first sound she made since he’d slid into her.
Her head fell back, exposing the beautiful line of her throat to him. The temptation was too great and he pressed a kiss into the scented cove below her jaw before slowly drawing his length out of her grasping passage, until only the tip remained inside.
He hovered for a moment, his cockhead ringed by her tight entrance, and then pounded his way back. The sound of his flesh slapping against hers was almost as fucking hot as the feel of her tightness constricting around him.
“Uh!” That soft, involuntary grunt was like a fucking flame to fuel. It drove him absolutely wild and made him desperate to hear it again.
And again.
And a-fucking-gain.
Kenna had been a mostly quiet lover. A few pleas here and there, but her orgasms were always silent. And in the past, blissful, satisfied sighs and soft moans had been the loudest she would get.
