Rebecca
We’re still laughing like teenagers on prom night when we stumble into the bedroom.
I peel his wet jacket from his shoulders and let it drop to the floor as our lips fasten together tightly in a kiss that feels like it may never end—nor should it.
The back of my knees hit the bed, and before I know it, I’m pulled from his lips by gravity.
I bounce gently against the mattress and sit up. I look at Killian—the man I can now fucking admit means everything to me—with a smile.
And he’s so fucking hot. I can say that now. To myself, and out loud.
“Holy fuck, Killian. You’re so fucking hot it’s making me so fucking hot.”
“That’s because you’re so fucking hot already, love.”
“Oh god, I want you to fuck me—and hurry up, I can’t wait!”
“Oh, I’m fucking trying. Believe me, you implausibly sexy fucking vixen.”
He lifts his turtleneck up from his body and I savor the sight. His body glistens from the rain that soaked through his shirt.
I start to slide down my leggings and get them down to my knees before I feel him grab my legs and lift them up off the floor.
He kneels before me, and I can feel his lips against the back of my legs.
I bite my lower lip as I feel his kisses moving lower and lower.
I inhale sharply when I feel his lips kissing me through my wet panties.
I wasn’t exaggerating in the least when I told him I was already as wet as he had been from being out in the rain.
I can feel the tip of his tongue sliding between my wet lips through the black satin fabric.
It’s not the first time I’ve felt him between my thighs, but this time, it feels far more intense. It’s almost as if I’m experiencing him for the first time.
And maybe I am. Maybe this is the first time that I’ll have the real Killian—all of him.
Maybe this is the time for both of us to stop any pretense of holding back and just tear down the fucking walls for each other.
His tongue reaches my clit and flicks it.
My head tilts back, and hoarse, almost feral moans escape my lips.
The feeling of the wet satin and the pressure of his stiff tongue sends a quick jolt down my spine that makes my legs shudder in his grip.
He feels so fucking good, and he knows just how to get a rise out of me—which he should by now, after this week.
“Tease,” I whisper through a long exhale.
“Your point, lass?”
I feel his lips wrap around my clit, and he sucks on it forcibly.
That bolt of lightning strikes again.
I bite down on my lip after an even wilder moan.
I’ve forgotten what my point was—or if I even had one, to begin with.
I’m released from the embrace of his lips.
I almost whimper in impatience, but his lips and tongue are quickly replaced with his thumb massaging my clit instead against the black fabric.
His tongue instead pushes itself into me on the other side.
My breath catches in my chest as I lick my lips.
It’s fucking torture what he’s doing. But it’s an unbelievably fucking amazing torture that may end up making my brain melt and evaporate in a haze of anticipated pleasure.
My hips begin to move on their own accord, grinding into his tongue and thumb.
At the rate he’s going, I might come a hundred fucking times just from his teasing.
As I’m finally adjusting into Killian’s vastly pleasing groove, I’m hit with this new sensation. I barely register my wet panties being pulled to the side by his prying fingers when I feel his moist lips against my bare pussy.
He kisses up until I feel them against my swollen clit, and then he takes it into his mouth and suckles.
I fall back against the bed. My hands grab fistfuls of the blanket, and a loud groan leaves my lips to fill the room.
His fingers graze my wet flesh in a playful, tantalizing fashion—which seems to be his thing right now—for what feels like forever. Then, they slip inside me where they belong.
My eyes roll into the back of head.
Every muscle and fiber of my body tightens.
I don’t even recognize the noise that comes from my lips as I feel this explosion in my core that courses through my body.
The orgasm’s been building, but the immense force of it hits me from out of nowhere.
The intensity and power are unprecedented for me—I’ve never even fucking imagined anything could feel this way.
My knuckles turn white as I cling to the blankets like they’re my anchor to the mortal plane.
My body loosens, and my thighs tremble in his hands. To his credit, he holds them firm against the uncontrollable writhing.
Fuck, this man is amazing.
“Get your fucking clothes off now,” I almost growl my order at him.
“Anxious are we, lass?”
He laughs, and it almost makes me smile—but there’s just a bit too much of the wild beast possessing me at the moment.
I sit up and take Killian’s face in my hands.
Our lips meet, and it starts a wildfire of want and passion that could burn the world to cinders.
“I love you, Killian,” I whisper hoarsely.
“I love you too, Rebecca.”
It feels so fucking amazing and surreal to hear him, to hear Killian, say those words with earnest honesty.
“Good. Now clothes. Off.”
He stands up before me and starts to unfasten his jeans.
I’ve already removed my soaked panties and leggings by the time he gets his zipper undone.
My sweater gets tossed across the room, and Killian’s jeans fall to the floor.
Before me, I see him already hard and ready.
Instinctively, I lick my lips and reach out for him.
My fingers wrap around the base of his cock like it’s a bottle of whiskey. God knows he’s as hard as one—and nearly as big, too.
The tip of his cock is glistening and ready.
I lift his cock up so that the underside is exposed to me. My tongue glides along the length of his rigid cock and up over its head.
His groan of pleasure makes me smile.
I pop the head of his dick into my mouth and relish in the feeling of it pulsating against my tongue.
Killian pulls my hair away from my face and wraps it up in his fist.
I reward him by opening my throat and taking him deeper.
I can taste him against my tongue as it glides over it.
I let Killian know that I enjoy it by moaning against every inch sliding down the back of my throat.
His hips twitch, and I feel a gentle thrust into my mouth as he lets out a moan of enjoyment himself.
My other hand slides up over his hard stomach. My fingers slide gently over the groves of his abs.
His body is still damp from the rain, but it’s radiating the warmth you’d expect to feel on a summer afternoon.
My tongue swirls around his head and shaft as I move his cock in and out of my mouth timed with firm strokes of my hand.
Killian feels so good in my mouth that I could keep him until he explodes against the back of my throat.
And I plan to.
Killian, however, has a different plan in mind, it seems.
His hands move to my shoulders, and he pulls me up from the bed.
There are no words because there’s no need.
He just looks down at me with love and wonder in his piercing blue eyes that make me feel wanted and loved.
And respected.
And, maybe, just a little bit fucking worshipped.
I’m okay with that.
Our lips meet again. I’m sure he can taste himself on my lips just as I can taste myself on his.
Neither of us care, and our kiss only deepens, our tongues hungry for more.
His hands slide down my side and around my waist.
I melt into our passionate embrace as I feel him grab my ass firmly.
My delighted laugh can’t be stopped when I feel myself being pulled up into his arms.
I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and lock them at the ankles.
Our lips part, and I lean my forehead against his.
“Killian?”
“Yes?”
“Make love to me.”