Skila

I’m beyond nervous. I’ve never been the type of woman to go home with a man on the first date, but Kiptyn has done something to normal, plain me. He’s invaded my body, my soul. I no longer know who or what I am.

I no longer care.

It’s time for me to have a little fun and not worry so much about my image and what other people think of me. Tonight is for me. If I never hear from him again after this, then so be it. I won’t regret a thing. I’m a grown woman with needs, and he is a grown, unattached man, able and willing to satisfy those needs. That’s all I need right now. I’m not looking for my happily ever after. Hell, I’m not even looking for my happy right now. I’m just going with the flow and praying I’m in one piece when the river of life washes me up and spits me out.

We pull in the driveway of a sprawling estate, complete with a bubbling fountain on the front lawn. His house is massive, and for a moment, I question myself again. Do I really want to do this? I don't belong here. He climbs out of his side and meets me at my door, gently pulling me from the seat and wrapping his arms around me.

“If you change your mind, I understand. We can make popcorn and watch a movie. I don't mind.”

His words put my mind at ease. I stand on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck. He dips down when I pull on him, and I place my lips against his. I want this, I tell him without words. He understands perfectly.

He opens the door, and we crash against a wall in the foyer, grabbing and clutching, desperately trying to touch every part of each other at once. The sound of the door slamming shut and Kiptyn’s hands on my body simultaneously startle me. When I jump in his arms, my pulse takes off at a million miles a minute, like a filly in the Kentucky Derby.

The adrenalin rush from the start added to the desire flowing through my blood and has me panting as I tug at his shirt. He pulls me away from the wall to steer me down the hall, back toward what I can only assume is the living room, while I strip his shirt over his head, only parting from his lips long enough for it to pass between us. I feel a piece of furniture against the back of my calves, and I feel as if I’m going to fall. His strong arms circle my waist just in time for us to tumble onto the couch.

I use the situation to my advantage and raise my legs, wrapping them around his hips and feeling his swollen, protruding dick. I can’t breathe. I want him inside of me. My dress is bunched up around my hips, giving him easy access except for the black lace panties that are barely covering me.

“Please. I need it.”

I'm not above begging at this point. I struggle to open his button and unzip his fly while his mouth assaults mine. Finally, I get it open and free him, but before I wiggle enough to get him inside of me, he pulls back, trailing a line of kisses down my chest and over the fabric still covering my stomach to the top of my thigh. His tongue darts out, licking along the top until he comes to my panties. His fingers wrap under them and tug. I lift, helping in the only way I can, and he takes complete advantage of it.

The first gentle touch of his tongue has sparks shooting through my entire body. He flicks it again, and this time he follows it with a wet kiss.

“Oh. My. God.”

He slowly licks up the crease of my vagina until he reaches my sweet nub, kissing it again, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it. I'm about to come undone. I can feel the sparks traveling through my body as they puddle in the center of my core. He releases my nub and flicks his tongue over me, hard and precise. Once, twice, ten times? I don't know.

The pressure is building at a frantic rate, and I know I'm almost there. He stops again, and my body deflates. Then he sucks me into his mouth again, and my world shatters in around me. I can't see anything in front of me, and it takes me a minute to realize it’s probably because my eyes are squeezed shut. I open them and look down at his smug, satisfied grin.

“Fuck,” I say, because I can't think of anything else. I can't form a complete sentence to save my life.

He kisses my thigh again and slowly makes his way back up my body to my mouth. I taste myself on him, and it drives me wild. Our kisses are passionate, full of want and longing. He pulls me up, lifting my upper body off the couch as he tries to get my dress the rest of the way off. I chuckle, low and breathy, holding onto him to steady myself.

My gaze wanders over his shoulder for just a moment to the fireplace in the middle of the room, and I freeze in his arms. Every single muscle in my body tightens. I can't help it. On the mantle just behind him is a photo—a photo of Kiptyn and another man with a sweet older lady in between them. My breath catches and my body freezes. The man in the photo with Kip is none other than Amryn.