Never Tied Down (The Never Duet #2)(76)

I raised my head to look at her face, which was peaceful and soft. Her blonde hair, which she’d let grow even longer, was everywhere—just the way I liked it. I placed my hand on her shoulder, my skin lightly grazing hers, and ran it softly all the way down her rib cage, past her waist, and over the swell of her hips. She stirred slightly, not fully waking, but jostling a bit. My hand continued to roam over her hip, across her thigh, until my fingers were barely sweeping over her sex.

I applied pressure there, wanting her to wake with my hand between her legs, with my fingers sinking into her. Her body cooperated, rolling toward me as her eyes fluttered open. I watched as she blinked, trying to gain her bearings as her legs fell open, granting me the access I was looking for. I spread her lips with my fingers and slowly pushed one in. Her eyes went from hazy and confused to immediately sharp with arousal.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I whispered as my finger slowly moved in and out of her. Before she could answer I slipped in a second and watched as her mouth parted with a sigh.

“It’s not morning anymore,” she responded, her words spaced between sharp and rapid breaths. “It was morning a few hours ago when you woke me up and took me outside to make love while the sun came up.”

I had done that. It was my best idea of the day, watching Kalli come as the orangey-pink light of the sunrise washed over her. But my fingers now easily moving inside Kalli’s warm and wet sex would run a close second.

She gasped as I moved my fingers to her clit, drawing circles around it, then lightly smoothing over it in a way I knew would drive her mad.

I moved over her fully, pressing a kiss to her lips, then slowly moving downward as my hand still worked her over. I stopped and dipped my tongue in her navel, leaving kisses all around it, then continued lower, moving my whole body to rest between her legs.

By the time I made myself comfortable she was writhing, her body begging me for contact while her mouth was too busy gasping to ask for what she needed.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” I lowered my mouth to her and my body, which was already desperately turned on, reacted just to her taste and scent. I loved everything about Kalli, but I was addicted to her *. I dove in deep, f*cking her with my tongue, loving the way her hips jolted up. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her legs open to give me unobstructed access to her wetness. My tongue moved up to circle her clit and that’s when she started climbing into the stratosphere.

“Oh, God, Riot,” she crooned loudly, aware that there was no one around to hear us. I’d fully enjoyed her body since we’d been there and the way she was bare to me, holding nothing back. There was nothing that turned me on more than listening to her, hearing her, when I was inside her. Knowing I was making her feel that good, so good that she couldn’t contain herself, could bring me from simply aroused to painfully hard in seconds.

“That’s my girl,” I said, before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking. Her hips tried to buck up off the bed, but my hands held her down, kept her right against my mouth. I loved watching her get off, loved watching the way her nipples hardened, the way her breasts heaved up and down, faster and faster, with her breaths. I loved watching her try to figure out what to do with her hands; they always started at her head, gripping her hair, but then as the orgasm built they moved lower to her breasts, palming them and pinching her nipples as if that would bring her some relief.

This time, however, as I gazed up at her, she looked down at me. That was rare. Not the eye contact, no, I looked her in the eyes all the time when my cock was inside her and I was face to face with her. Rarely did she ever watch me as I went down on her. It was as if she were afraid watching me work her over with my mouth would make it too intense.

We watched each other, but I kept my mouth on her, loving the way her hips started to move up and down, the way she was trying to f*ck my face. I let go of her clit and swiped my tongue over her, listening to her cry out, then pressed my tongue against her, letting her use me to find her release.

“Oh, Riot,” she said, her voice shaky and weak. “I’m gonna come…” Her thighs clamped around my head with her words and I watched as the sensations rolled over her body. Her eyes closed, her head lolled back, her hands gripped her breasts, and I felt her * clench. It was gorgeous. One of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen; my girl coming apart for me.

After her legs relaxed I wasted no time sliding up her body and plunging into her with one long stroke.

“It’s too much,” she whispered, her eyes still closed, body still trembling from her orgasm.

“It’s just right,” I said, pressed into her as far as I could go, as far as her clenching walls would let me.

“No,” she said, opening her eyes and looking at me, her hands coming to frame my face. “It’s too much, the way I feel about you, the way you make me feel, it’s too intense.” I answered her by pulling out but diving right back in, watching as her eyes rolled back in pleasure at my movement, but then opened again an instant later. She pulled my face down to hers and our lips met in a frantic and deep kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her legs circling my waist, and I used a hand to lift her hips just a little, giving me the deepest angle I could get as I slid in and out of her.

I lost myself in her then, my tongue taking wide sweeps through her mouth, one hand gripping her beautiful golden hair, the other hand loving the way the flesh of her ass gave way to my strong fingers. I was being a little rough with her, as I knew she liked it, and I would never deny that the idea of my fingerprints on her ass later in the day would do nothing but make me hard again.