Page 94 of Finding Kenna
“Then you’re going to have to move your hands.”
Move her hands? She could do that.
Slowly, she ran her palms down his flat belly and left them resting just above his waistline. He made a few more swipes with the razor before she made her next move.
Marshall wore a pair of gray sweatpants, which should be illegal. Well-endowed men wearing sweatpants were a turn-on for most straight women, but the sight of her man, in his sweatpants, made Kenna want to throw them all away so no one else could see what was hers.
The thought wasn’t even startling. Marshall was hers—just as she was his.
She quickly slipped her hands under the elastic waistband and got her first feel of his cock.
It was half erect already, but as soon as she touched him, he hardened, lengthening in her hand as she tightened her grip around him.
“Fuck,” Marshall groaned when she caressed him.
He tolerated her touch for another moment before leaning forward and aggressively shaving the rest of his beard off. He was much rougher than Kenna would’ve dreamed of being, and she’d opened her mouth to tell him to be careful just as he threw the razor into the sink. He reached over, grabbed a towel and swiped it over his face, removing the remnants of shaving cream before throwing the towel onto the counter.
He pulled Kenna’s hands out of his pants before turning. She had a split second to admire his clean-shaven face—much happier, now that he looked more like the Marshall she remembered—before his lips landed on hers.
Then all she could think of was trying to get even closer to her man.
She tilted her head and hitched a leg up as they kissed. Marshall spun them both, lifting her in the process, and Kenna found herself sitting on the counter. He didn’t stop kissing her as he shoved her legs wider and stepped between them. With a hand on her ass, he pulled her to the edge of the counter, so his cock was pressed right where she wanted it most.
Their kiss was messy and uncoordinated, and the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. His hands went to the hem of her shirt and he took his mouth off hers just long enough to say, “Arms up.”
Kenna didn’t even think about protesting. She was one hundred percent in for whatever he had planned…as long as it ended up with them both naked. Her ponytail holder came out as he whipped her shirt over her head, but Kenna barely noticed. Her hands went to the back of his head as he leaned over to suck on the mounds of her breasts plumped over the top of her bra.
His hands were busy at her waist, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts. He glanced up at her and ordered, “Lift your hips so I can get these off.”
“Yes,” she said, licking her lips. She knew she was wet, she could feel how damp her panties had gotten. She reached for his sweats after kicking off her shorts, but he brushed her hands away and palmed her ass once more. He didn’t hesitate to crouch and put his mouth right over her soaking-wet panties.
“Holy shit!” Kenna exclaimed as she bucked in his grip.
“I need you. Need to taste you. I was cheated out of getting to feel you come on my tongue six weeks ago, and I’m done fucking waiting,” he said, more to himself than her, before roughly pulling the gusset of her panties aside and lowered his head once more.
Kenna had been with men who’d gone down on her, but no one had shown nearly as much enthusiasm as Marshall.
It was all she could do to remain on the counter as he ate her out as if he were starving for her taste. His tongue licked the length of her slit, then he flicked her clit, making her jerk in his grip.
“Easy,” he murmured. “Reach down and hold your underwear out of my way,” he said.
“Bossy,” Kenna complained, but she didn’t hesitate to move one of her hands down between her legs. “You know this would be easier if you took my underwear off,” she informed him.
“Can’t wait,” he said, before he was once more licking and sucking at her soaking-wet folds.
Now that he had both hands free, he held her firmly against his face and drove Kenna out of her mind. He sucked, nipped, licked, and it wasn’t long until she felt herself on the verge of coming.
“I’m close!” she said, panting.
Marshall moaned and increased his ministrations between her legs. As if he knew exactly what she needed to get off, he closed his lips around her clit, used his tongue as a vibrator, and sucked at the same time.
Kenna began to shake and before she knew it, flew right over the edge. Marshall didn’t stop stimulating her clit. He actually sucked harder, making her orgasm go on and on. It wasn’t until she pulled on his hair and said, “Enough, please! Shit, Marshall,” that he licked her one last time and looked up at her.
He had a very satisfied expression on his face, but Kenna couldn’t find it in her to tease him about it. Then he shocked her by leaning down again and gently licking her folds, collecting her juices with his tongue.
“If I’d have known what I’d missed out on by just an hour or so, I might not’ve survived that deployment,” Marshall mumbled.
That was…
