The sight of her nearly broke what remained of my self-control.
I breathed once through it and slid both hands up the backs of her thighs, slow, deliberate, watching her face the entire time.
Kelly was trying so hard to be steady.Her reactions made me want to be careful and ruthless at the exact same time.
I kissed the inside of one thigh, then the other.
Her head fell back against the rock again.“Xerses.”
I smiled against her skin.My name in her mouth was becoming dangerously addictive.
“Still okay?”
She nodded.
I hooked my fingers lightly in the sides of her bikini bottoms and looked up for the final question.“Tell me.”
Her eyes met mine.
She sighed and said, “Please,” in that low, breathless voice, I chose her wanting first.
I pulled the bikini bottoms aside and touched her.
Kelly cried out, soft and responsive that it nearly undid me on contact.
She was tight and her moans were clear.
She wanted this..
I stroked her once, slowly, and Kelly’s fingers slammed into my hair hard to sting.The sound that left her was pure, helpless need.
My body reacted like it had been struck.“Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It’s not,” she said, and this time the urgency in it was not simple reassurance.It was plea.“Please don’t stop.”
God.I didn’t stop.
I moved my thumb over the place that made her body jump.
Kelly reacted like no woman I’d met.
Because everything in her was immediate.Unfiltered.
I needed to be careful.
My fingers moved through her slowly.
When I added one finger inside her, the reaction that tore through her was so sharp I stopped dead.
Kelly gasped and her eyes flew open.I looked up instantly.“What.”
For one terrible second she looked like I’d caught her stealing.
Desire flooded back over it so fast anyone less attentive might have missed the first expression entirely.
“Nothing,” she said.
I felt it then.Her body was so responsive it bordered on startled.