Wicked Force (Wicked Horse Vegas #4.5)(26)
After he gets me naked, Kynan pushes off the bed and quickly divests himself of his clothing. His underwear are the last to come off and I can’t help but stare at the most magnificent part of his body sticking up tall, thick, and straight with desire for me.
I ogle him and want badly to take him in my hand... my mouth. Any way I can touch him there to give him pleasure.
I even start to reach out to him, but he gives me a chastising shake of his head. My brains practically scramble from the heat he causes when he drops to the floor on his knees and pulls me roughly by the legs to the edge of the mattress. He spreads me wide and I flush with embarrassment as he stares at my most private parts, and it’s with reverence as well as hunger.
Then he puts his mouth on me and it’s a pleasure that I didn’t know existed. No matter how many times I’ve touched myself in the very exact spot he has his tongue, I could never be prepared for this onslaught of feelings. The deep intimacy that we’re sharing right now causes tears to well in my eyes, and when Kynan groans in approval—no, gratitude—over what he’s tasting, I know I’ll never feel for another man the way I feel for him.
He licks at me gently, and then sucks. He presses fingers into me and lashes his tongue harder. My head spins and my core aches, and then I’m exploding so hard that my hips shoot off the mattress. Kynan presses me back down, moving his face so lewdly between my legs that another harsh ripple of pleasure pulls me apart. I cry his name out and he gives another satisfied grunt as he continues to kiss between my legs.
I feel coolness there, so I open my eyes. I see the ceiling then I lift my head to find Kynan pulling a condom out of his wallet. He’s practiced and efficient with getting it out and rolling it on.
He’s walking toward me, his big hand wrapped around his shaft, and I scramble backward toward the headboard. Kynan grins as he places a knee to the bed before climbing his way up me. The last thing I see before spreading my legs and accepting his mouth on mine is his warm brown eyes watching me like I’m the most cherished thing in the world.
He kisses me and I taste myself on his tongue. Kynan shifts and I feel him pressing against me. Shifting again, then into me. I stretch, focusing on the kiss instead of the slight bite of pain because he’s a bit bigger than what I experienced before.
He pulls his hips back, never taking his lips from mine. A slight thrust and he’s a bit deeper. He does this over and over again, working himself into me as if we have all the time in the world. My body was sated for several moments from my orgasm, but when he manages to press his entire length into me, I feel the churn of lust starting to build again.
Kynan lifts his head and looks down at me. “You okay?”
“Never better,” I whisper with a smile.
He gives me one back and it’s so beautiful. I expect him to kiss me again, but he doesn’t. He just moves his face a little closer to mine and stares right into my eyes. I feel him withdraw, hate losing the fullness of our connection, but before I can complain he’s thrusting back in again.
“Oh,” I grunt as he fills me up so deeply my eyes roll in the back of my head.
“You are the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life, Joslyn,” he tells me in a voice so earnest while he never lets his eyes leave my face, that I know he’s telling me the truth. His forehead drops until it touches mine and he whispers, “So fucking good.”
Kynan moves inside of me. Our hands end up clasped so tightly together my fingers ache. His thrusts become deeper, delivered with a powerful punch. Every one feels better and better.
Another orgasm starts to brew. I concentrate on the feel of him and how his pelvis manages to rub at my most sensitive spot with each drive of himself into me.
He makes love to me so beautifully that I know my life won’t be the same after.
We move together, undulating and writhing. He whispers to me how beautiful I am, and even tells me he’s never tasted anything better. I flush with heat and then he drives up into me hard. I start to break apart, and my hands move to clutch frantically to his shoulders. I press my legs tight to his hips and I share with him what is happening.
“I’m coming again.” I murmur my surprise as well as my relief. I need this. My body needed to be released as he built me up.
“Yes,” he says like he’s delivering up a prayer. He starts to move faster, punching in harder. My orgasm rumbles on and on, and I wonder if it will ever stop. Kynan’s chest heaves and his eyes squeeze shut for just a brief moment.
He then goes unbelievably still within me and his eyes fly open. They latch onto mine and he groans, “I’m coming, Jos.”
His jaw locks tight and his face looks almost pained, but his words are beautiful as he grits them out. “Coming. So. Fucking. Hard.”
Kynan shudders in my arms and I try to gather him to me. I wrap my legs all the way around his back and lock him in with my ankles. I squeeze and contract my interior muscles and I know he feels it because he groans and shudders even harder. I close my eyes and feel this man orgasming inside of me and I’ve never felt closer to another human being in my life.
Huffing out a breath, Kynan lets his body weight sag onto me and then rolls slightly to his side. His arms gather me close and he pulls me into his chest. I place my ear there and love the music of his galloping heart. I think I’ll write a song about it and memorialize the beat of post orgasmic relief.