Chapter Twenty-Five

Antoine

Kristen squirms on top of me. I open one eye and peer at her beautiful face, glowing with happiness. It’s a great look on her, and it makes me feel like a conquering hero to know I put it there. When she keeps staring at me, I open both eyes and say, “Yes?”

“Is this when we do round two?” she says, flushing.

I laugh. “Yeah, usually.”

“Well…?”

My stomach growls loudly in response. She arches an eyebrow. “I haven’t had lunch yet,” I explain.

“Why not?”

“I was busy trying to save you from Nicolas’s clutches.” The thought of my asshole cousin deflates my good mood. My family, the party poopers. “You should stay away from him.”

“Don’t worry. There won’t be a second date. Or any date with anyone.” After playfully flicking the tip of my nose, she gets up. “Let’s get you fed. I could eat, too. I didn’t finish lunch.”

Despite my hunger, I’m feeling too lazy to get up. Instead, I stretch while admiring her nude body and feeling my dick stir again. “You shouldn’t have tossed that sandwich. Even if you were pissed off.”

“I’d agree, but it was a special case.” She gives me a rueful smile. “I was so mad at you.”

I get off my ass. “What if I promise to make it up to you…again?” I shoot her a salacious smile.

“Oh?” She lifts an eyebrow, looking down at my hardening cock. “I was going to shower before eating…”

“It’s important to conserve time. And water.”

“Drought is a problem this year.” Throwing me a sexy smile, she vanishes into the bathroom. I follow her in, wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close. God, I can never get used to the feel of having her flush against my body.

She laughs breathlessly as we move into the glass stall. She flips the handle, and perfectly warm water sprays us—one of many modern luxuries at the penthouse. Her soft hands run down my body.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the freedom of being able to touch your body like this,” she murmurs softly.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to having you touch me like this,” I whisper, between kisses.

She moves her lips along my jaw, down my neck and my chest. She stamps every inch of my bare body with her mouth like she’s reaffirming ownership. And, to my vague surprise, I like it. Usually when a woman gets possessive, my skin starts to crawl. But with Kristen, it’s a turn-on.

When she reaches my hips, she lowers herself, her hands cupping my ass.

“The second you told me about all the things you wondered about, I wanted to do this,” she says.

“Kristen—”

“I told you, you shouldn’t wonder. And I don’t want to wonder either.”

“About…?”

“How it feels to have your cock in my mouth.”

I’m so turned on, I feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust. She looks up at me, her eyes dark and shining. Her desire for me is humbling and fuels my need for her.

With a hand, she measures my length, her fingers wrapping around my shaft. It’s better than my imagination. Her hold is soft and oh so feminine. She cups my balls and runs her tongue along my shaft all the way to the tip of my head. Holy shit. She hasn’t even put me in her mouth yet, but I swear I’m about to come.

“I’m probably not going to be very good at this,” she says, almost shyly. “So don’t be disappointed if it doesn’t measure up to your fantasy.”

I stroke her cheeks. “There’s no way it won’t measure up. I know it’s going to be amazing.”

“How?”

“Because it’s you. The mechanics and technique of sex are pretty basic. What makes the act special is the other person.”

She gifts me with a radiant smile and starts putting hundreds of sweet, fluttering kisses all over, her tongue flickering out to lick me. I cling to control, refusing to embarrass myself.

Very slowly, she wraps her mouth around my cock head. The feel of her wet, warm mouth hardens my dick until it’s almost painful. She pulls more of me slowly in. I look down, watching her, watching myself go deeper between her lips. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, and I can see dark pools of desire in their gorgeous blue depths.

I hold back, letting her set the pace. She moves slowly at first, gazing up at me to gauge my reaction.

I hide none of my responses, wanting her to see how much she pleases me, how much I love what she’s doing. As she gains more confidence, she moves her hand faster, her tongue swirling over the slit at the end of my dick each time I’m almost out of her mouth.

I feel tension building in my balls. Part of me—okay, a lot of me—wants to come in her mouth, but another part wants to come in her pussy, and watch an orgasm break over her.

Unable to hold on much longer, I pull her up to her feet and kiss her. She tastes like herself and me—and I revel in the flavor. I part her legs and slip my thumb in. She’s soaked.

“You love sucking my dick,” I say.

“It turns me on to watch you enjoy yourself. I love knowing that I’m giving you that kind of pleasure.”

My heart races, so full of something I can’t identify…or want to identify.

Not wanting to dwell on it, I brace myself so that neither of us will slip in the tub, hook one of her knees up with my elbow and thrust into her, reclaiming her mouth in a raw kiss. She begins to shudder around me, her inner muscles clamping tightly. I groan against her lips, shifting our bodies so I’m angled to maximize her pleasure.

She clutches at me, her breath coming out in pants. She shudders over and over again, her face flushed, nothing to do with the shower.

“Oh my God… Oh my God…” Her nails dig hard into my back as she screams my name.

The spasming of her muscles around my dick is all it takes. I groan, my lungs heaving.

When I can finally catch my breath, I kiss her on the forehead, on the tip of her nose and her mouth. “Kristen, this is the best I’ve ever had—far better than my fantasy.”