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Kendra
He knew he was strong.
A powerful masculinity that I’d seen from day one.
But past his strong jaw and his broad shoulders and towering height, it was what he didn’t do that showed me what he was really capable of.
I raked him over, taking all his powerful beauty in with my eyes as I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. His dark stormy eyes watched me with a hidden courage flickering inside them. Stepping out of my panties I took two steps forward, meeting him where he stood. The heat from his body radiated off his skin and though we weren’t touching, my body responded as if we were.
My stomach fluttered.
His eyes locked with mine.
Feeling my nipples perk in response to the heated gaze in his eyes, I cast my eyes down and let myself admire the planes and valleys that made up his torso. His arms were down by his sides, his hands balled into tight fists. It must have been hard for him to not reach up and touch me. I knew how passionate he was, the way he liked to tangle his fingers in my hair, dig his nails into my soft flesh, greedily marking his claim.
Slowly, I lifted my hand to his bare chest and gently rested my hand over his galloping heart. It raced as fast as mine, and he widened his stance like a Titan when I worked to remove his shirt, then his pants.
His muscles jumped against my touch and I could feel the trepidation—knowing he was the reason for my own terror—playing with his nerves. But despite his apprehension, his cock was stiff and neatly tucked away inside his briefs that stretched tightly over his thick thighs.
My body tingled with each accidental touch and his restraint was what had me wet and totally turned on. His gesture to hand over complete control was hot. I appreciated his ability to recognize that I needed this relationship to be mutually respectful. It was about trust, and I knew where we needed to go. Without saying it, I knew he knew what needed to be done as well.
Taking it slow, I circled the dark pigment around his nipple with my nail. It hardened and Kelly only watched, growing harder with each one of my touches.
We took it slow. So slow it was romantic, almost sweet.
I wanted to flick my tongue over his nipple, taste him, remind myself what he tasted like. Instead I raked my fingers over his abs before plunging my hand past the elastic band of his underwear.
He sucked in a deep breath while keeping his gaze locked with mine.
My fingers wrapped around his shaft. His skin was hot, soft and satin-like. It pulsed against my hand and I slowly began pumping him. “We’ll get there, baby.”
His eyes were dark—ominous with subdued pain—when he nodded.
“You’re not him.” My palm polished his hot helmet. “And I don’t want you to be.”
Kelly turned his head, taking his eyes off of me for the first time since our clothes came off, and ran a hand over his face.
Slowly, I pushed him back, guiding him to the chair in the corner. He backpedaled until his massive body crumbled into the chair. Falling on my knees, I pulled his boxer shorts free. His hardness sprang up, hitting him in the bellybutton, and it was gorgeous.
The thick vein beat with life as his cockhead flushed a deep purple. Licking my lips, I leaned forward. Taking my breasts inside each of my hands, I squeezed them around his rod.
His arm lifted, reaching for my face. I watched his fingers flex an inch away before retreating back to the armrest. He wanted to touch me but still couldn’t. His pecks jumped as his chest rose, then fell. Torment billowed in the color of his eyes.
Moving up and down his length, I used my breasts—my pebbled nipples grazing his inflamed skin—to massage his member. He groaned and I kept at it.
After a few minutes of teasing him with my breasts, I stood and turned back to the bed. Bouncing my hips with each step, I climbed onto the mattress on all fours. With my ass sticking in the air, I teased him with flirting eyes as I glanced over my shoulder, giggling.
Flinging my hair over my back, I spread my ass cheeks and grazed a finger through my arousal. Then I flipped onto my back and scooted myself against the wall, perching myself up on the pillows.
Kelly lifted a hand to his mouth and sank further down in his chair, highlighting each ripple of his abs.
“Watch me,” I purred.
Kelly’s tongue glided over his bottom lip before getting stuck in the corner.
Spreading my legs, I licked my middle finger and slowly brought it between my thighs. Sliding it between my moist cleft, I started to masturbate for him. “I’m thinking about your big cock,” I mewed as my finger dipped inside me. “Are you thinking about me?”
My eyes were heavy with seduction but when I glanced in his direction, he was stroking himself. “I am.”
“Tell me.” I bit my bottom lip as I circled my swollen clit. The tingles of nerves zipped up my spine and curled my toes. “What are you thinking about?”
From root to tip he worked himself harder. “The way I know your sexy pussy feels as it glides over my dick.”
His voice was the deep, husky sexiness that had set my body on fire so many times before. My hand worked harder and I began to pant.
I loved the way he watched me. It was like I was a diamond he couldn’t take his eyes off of. There was no doubt in my mind he thought I was beautiful—irresistible. We had our flaws, but our need to be with each other would prevail.
Rolling a nipple between my fingers, my hips bucked off the bed as I imagined him moving inside me. He was handsome—the most beautiful man—jerking off for me. His body, a temple for me to worship. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I liked knowing that he was thinking of me—what I felt like when fucking him—when he was driving himself closer to the elusive edge of orgasm.
My knees fell further apart and my body was hot with sweat. “I’m going to come,” I breathed.
Kelly’s hand worked harder. His face twisted between the pellets of sweat dripping from his brow and I knew he could explode through his own release any minute, too.
“Oh, God, Kelly.” My eyes closed and I felt my velvety walls close around my finger. A second finger nudged its way inside as I cried, “Come with me, baby.”
“I’m there,” he grunted. “Tell me when. I’m right there with you.”
The room was humid with our heavy, fast breaths. Bright lights flashed behind my lids as heat spread to my limbs. And when my toes started to curl, I cried, “Now. I’m coming now.”
My body shuddered through its orgasm and I could hear Kelly cursing through his. When I opened my eyes, I found him with a creased brow staring at his semen-covered knuckles still tightly gripping his pulsing shaft. Slowly, he lifted his head and he fixed his gaze on me—holding it for a moment—before standing and moving to the bed. He plopped down—lying on his back next to me—and I crawled on top of him, needing to feel him pressed against me.
Our eyes danced as I touched his face. I didn’t say anything, and neither did he. We knew. Knew that no words could describe the way we felt for each other. This was real. He was real. And what we had now was only the beginning.
Taking his arm in my hand, I lifted it and placed it on my hip. He held it there still for a minute, then started to smooth it up and down my sweaty body.
We had a long way to go but we would get there, I thought as I felt him get hard again.
Pushing myself up off his chest, I straddled him. Reaching behind my back, I took him by the root and placed his cockhead at my entrance. Then I slid down on him, deciding that it was time he earned his keep.