Page 57 of Fake it For Good
He kissed the top of my breast while his hands worked to undo my jeans. I attacked his shirt buttons and jerked it open. My hands pressed against his chest, digging into the hard muscles under my palms. His hands pushed my jeans downs.
The red thong had little bells on the front as well. They were so tiny they didn’t make any real noise. It was the idea, I supposed. One Cane obviously appreciated. He rubbed his knuckles down the red satin before looking into my eyes once again.
“I like it,” he murmured.
He kissed me once again. The hunger was still there, but it was a leisurely kiss. His tongue perused my mouth while his hand rubbed over my pussy through the panties. I knew he could feel the wet heat. I could. I felt like I was on fire. I didn’t care that we were in his kitchen.
“I need this,” I told him. “Right now.”
I attacked his pants, flinging the button open and dropping the zipper without hesitation. I reached for his hard cock and tugged. I didn’t have to pretend to be shy. We both wanted it. There was no point in playing games, not when passion was vibrating between us.
“Slow down,” he whispered.
“I can’t. This is a now thing. Right fucking now.”
“Greedy,” he said with a harsh laugh. “I like it.”
“Do you?”
He pushed my panties down. The dainty bells making the faintest tinkling sound as they hit the tile floor. “Those are really fucking hot, by the way.”
A soft giggle escaped my lips. “I felt a little ridiculous buying them.”
“Fuck that. Buy more.”
I loved how sexy he made me feel. I knew I wasn’t society’s gold standard for beauty. It didn’t really bother me, but it could have been very easy to feel self-conscious getting naked with a man as hot as he was. He was model hot. Hard and muscled and perfect.
“I just might,” I groaned when his fingers rubbed across my pussy. “There were so many to choose from.”
“I think I like red on you,” he murmured with his tongue lapping over my earlobe. “Then again, I like you naked even better.”
“Oh yeah?”
He grabbed me at the waist and hoisted me onto the counter behind me. “I do. Feel me. I’m hard as a rock. I’ve been hard since we left Texas. You’ve unleashed a beast. I want to fuck you all the time.”
“I’m right here,” I replied. “Wet and ready.”
His eyes flashed with pure lust. “Damn, where have you been all my life?”
He was pushing inside me a moment later. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him. His hands held my hips as he thrust once. I gasped, sucking his tongue as I did. “We’re on the kitchen counter,” I whispered against his lips.
“And it’s perfect,” he replied.
He thrust again, pushing me back before pulling me against him once again. His mouth pulled from mine and went to my breasts. I closed my eyes and held on to the moment. The smell of the dinner in the oven combined with the faint smell of his cologne teased my senses. It was more pleasure to an already very pleasurable experience.
He lifted his mouth to me once again. His tender kiss and the slowing thrusts teased and tickled. The ecstasy was much sweeter than the first time. I moaned and murmured incoherently. His hands slid up my back and pulled at my hair. I leaned my head back while he went back to feasting on my breasts.
My fingers weaved through his hair, gently pulling him against me. I felt the orgasm. It was like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. It warmed me. A slow glowing sensation spread over my body. I leaned into it, not rushing the process. I let him take me higher and higher.
“I feel you,” he murmured. “Your pussy is so wet.”
I could only groan in response.
“That’s it,” he said against my ear. “Let go. Give it to me. Let me feel your juices washing over my cock.”
His words were the last trigger. My body gave up the fight and let the ecstasy take over. I heard a low sound escape. It vibrated my throat and chest.
“Damn,” he groaned. “Fuck. I want to fuck you for hours, but I can’t hold back. I can’t stop.”
