Page 113 of Kaden & Keegan
Bristol kissed him back, her arms sliding around his neck, holding tightly when he lifted her off the ground, his hands filled with the soft, rounded globes of her ass. He hadn’t intended for things to go this direction, but it seemed the universe had another plan for him. Perhaps wanting her for so long had altered his ability to be a gentleman in her presence.
He didn’t bother attempting to make it to the bedroom; instead, Kaden took her down to the lumpy couch, settling himself over her. He loved the way her thighs cradled his hips, as though he was right where she wanted him.
“Woman,” he breathed roughly, “I don’t know what the hell it is you do to me.”
He could feel her smile against his lips. “The feelin’s quite mutual. But you’re wearin’ too many clothes.”
“I thought we were gonna talk,” he teased.
“Talkin’s overrated.” Bristol moaned, arching her back to press into him. “Clothes, Kaden. Get them off.”
Kaden was all for it but getting her naked seemed more important right then. It took little effort to relieve her of her panties and that thin tank that had covered very little. She took the liberty to remove his hat, setting it on the coffee table while he let his lips trail down her sweet-smelling skin.
He had half a mind to hold back, to engage her in a little light conversation.How’s the weather? How’re you feelin’?That sort of thing.
Of course, her nipples pebbled, and his train of thought went right out the window.
“Do you have any idea all the dirty things I’ve wanted to do to you?” he muttered, trailing kisses to her taut nipple.
“Tell me,” she murmured.
Lifting his head, he met her gaze, surprised by her request. “You want me to tell you?”
“Well”—she grinned—“provided you can show and tell at the same time.”
He licked her nipple.
Bristol moaned, arching her back. “Kaden, I don’t know what’s goin’ on here, but I feel like I’m gonna go up in flames.”
He didn’t know either, but he felt the same overwhelming intensity. It was a desperate hunger, a driving need to possess her in every possible way.
Ducking his head, he took her nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over it briefly before moving to the other.
“Have you ever had your tits fucked before?” he asked.
Bristol moaned. “Oh, God … Kaden.”
He paused his assault on her flesh. “Yes or no, Bristol?”
“No,” she breathed out roughly.
“Squeeze ’em together,” he instructed, lifting his head to meet her gaze.
Bristol did as requested, her hands plumping her breasts. They weren’t big, but they weren’t small, pretty much perfect as far as he was concerned.
Kaden leaned down, pressed a kiss to her chest, then dragged his tongue along the valley between her breasts. “Right here. This is where I want my cock.”
Another moan as she began rocking her hips.
He flattened his palm on her ribs, pushed his middle finger between her tits, working his way through the tight fit, imagining his cock tunneling between the warm, smooth flesh.
“Slidin’ between your tits, your sweet little tongue swipin’ over the head…” Fuck. It was possible he was going to come from simply talking about it.
Before he got too sidetracked, Kaden repositioned her so that her head was on the armrest while he moved back so he could venture lower. He had other things in mind right now, important things. Kaden dipped his tongue into her navel, licking gently, feeling her stomach muscles contract against his ministrations.
“And this sweet little pussy.” He groaned, nuzzling her flesh, inhaling her musky scent. “Put your foot up there,” he urged, nodding toward the back of the couch. “Spread your legs so I can see how pretty it is.”
A sharp inhale preceded Bristol’s movements, but she did as he requested, propping one foot on the back of the couch, the other moving to the coffee table. It opened her wide, gave him an unobstructed view of her slick, pink flesh. She was so wet she glistened.
