mind what was on, but she didn’t want to end up a sobbing mess because a fictional character she had grown to care about had died.
Finally settling on another movie on one of the HBO channels, they ate in silence. And as she finished, placing the container in front of her, she found that she rather liked just being next to him. The silence didn’t feel awkward at all.
She was content to watch the scenes play out, at least until he reached for her legs and drew them up onto his lap. He didn’t look to her as he did it, his fingertips drifting over her skin moments later.
This time, when she looked back to the movie, it wasn’t nearly as easy concentrating, too enraptured by his touch on her. That desire she had felt back in the kitchen came rushing back with a flourish. And with the pleasurable roughness of his hands, it wasn’t like she could easily ignore what he was doing.
At first she could have mistaken his touch for something innocent, but with each brief stroke of his fingers, his touch went higher and higher until she was so acutely aware of his ministrations that restlessness took over her.
She looked to his face then, wondering if she would see that same arrogance in his face, but she didn’t find that because his gaze was rapt on her legs.
He followed the path his fingers took, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Everywhere he touched made her feel lighter than before, until she was shamelessly parting her legs, aching for his touch to move just a little more inward.
A smile quirked his lips as his gaze dropped to the apex of her thighs, drinking in what she offering. The expression on his face shifted then, from arousal to something darker, something that she could almost feel .
She still wore his shirt, and her bra and panties, but with the way he was looking at her, she felt naked almost, like he could see every inch of her despite the clothes.
Turning toward her, one minute he was on the other side of her, the next he was between her thighs, his lips just a breath away from her own. This time she didn’t wait for him to kiss her, instead going up to kiss him.
This one wasn’t as soft as the last, but hungrier with the way he coaxed her into surrendering and giving him everything. It wasn’t until she felt the rigid length of his cock pressed against her through his pants that she drew back with a gasp, the contact sending waves of need through her.
“Are you mine for the night?” he asked as he ran a hand along her hip, slipping beneath the hem of the shirt she wore.
“Kyrnon …” It shouldn’t have even been a question.
“I’ll take care of you,” he promised, already dragging the shirt up her stomach, then over her head and finally tossing it off to the side.
She was his.
She was definitely his.
----
H e needed to fuck .
It was as simple as that.
From the minute he had gotten her here, and she had quite boldly undressed in front of him, it had been a battle of his self-control not to put his hands on her right then.
The rain had soaked through her clothes, making her skin appear more supple and bronzed. And besides the scar from her surfing accident, her skin was smooth and unblemished.
The challenge in her eyes had been enough to excite him, to make him crave her so fucking much, but he had waited — for reasons he thought were dumb now.
She wanted him, there had been no mistaking that with the way she responded so readily to him.
But since tonight would be the first of what he hoped would be many nights with her, he wanted to learn her, figure out what made her come undone.
Kissing her one last time, he moved his lips down along her jaw, over her breast, and down her abdomen until he was at her center, covered in lace. Bringing his hand down, he pressed his fingers against her slit, dragging them up and back down, feeling the quiver run through her.
As he repeated the motion, his gaze shot up to her face, wanting to watch her reaction, see the pleasure he was
Finally settling on another movie on one of the HBO channels, they ate in silence. And as she finished, placing the container in front of her, she found that she rather liked just being next to him. The silence didn’t feel awkward at all.
She was content to watch the scenes play out, at least until he reached for her legs and drew them up onto his lap. He didn’t look to her as he did it, his fingertips drifting over her skin moments later.
This time, when she looked back to the movie, it wasn’t nearly as easy concentrating, too enraptured by his touch on her. That desire she had felt back in the kitchen came rushing back with a flourish. And with the pleasurable roughness of his hands, it wasn’t like she could easily ignore what he was doing.
At first she could have mistaken his touch for something innocent, but with each brief stroke of his fingers, his touch went higher and higher until she was so acutely aware of his ministrations that restlessness took over her.
She looked to his face then, wondering if she would see that same arrogance in his face, but she didn’t find that because his gaze was rapt on her legs.
He followed the path his fingers took, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Everywhere he touched made her feel lighter than before, until she was shamelessly parting her legs, aching for his touch to move just a little more inward.
A smile quirked his lips as his gaze dropped to the apex of her thighs, drinking in what she offering. The expression on his face shifted then, from arousal to something darker, something that she could almost feel .
She still wore his shirt, and her bra and panties, but with the way he was looking at her, she felt naked almost, like he could see every inch of her despite the clothes.
Turning toward her, one minute he was on the other side of her, the next he was between her thighs, his lips just a breath away from her own. This time she didn’t wait for him to kiss her, instead going up to kiss him.
This one wasn’t as soft as the last, but hungrier with the way he coaxed her into surrendering and giving him everything. It wasn’t until she felt the rigid length of his cock pressed against her through his pants that she drew back with a gasp, the contact sending waves of need through her.
“Are you mine for the night?” he asked as he ran a hand along her hip, slipping beneath the hem of the shirt she wore.
“Kyrnon …” It shouldn’t have even been a question.
“I’ll take care of you,” he promised, already dragging the shirt up her stomach, then over her head and finally tossing it off to the side.
She was his.
She was definitely his.
----
H e needed to fuck .
It was as simple as that.
From the minute he had gotten her here, and she had quite boldly undressed in front of him, it had been a battle of his self-control not to put his hands on her right then.
The rain had soaked through her clothes, making her skin appear more supple and bronzed. And besides the scar from her surfing accident, her skin was smooth and unblemished.
The challenge in her eyes had been enough to excite him, to make him crave her so fucking much, but he had waited — for reasons he thought were dumb now.
She wanted him, there had been no mistaking that with the way she responded so readily to him.
But since tonight would be the first of what he hoped would be many nights with her, he wanted to learn her, figure out what made her come undone.
Kissing her one last time, he moved his lips down along her jaw, over her breast, and down her abdomen until he was at her center, covered in lace. Bringing his hand down, he pressed his fingers against her slit, dragging them up and back down, feeling the quiver run through her.
As he repeated the motion, his gaze shot up to her face, wanting to watch her reaction, see the pleasure he was
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