Missionary Position(18)

He arched his hips closer to me, reminding me of the treasure at the base of the V.

“I might. You’re very stare-able.”

“Is that a word?”

“Shhh, less talking.”

He followed directions well by gently pushing me down on the bed and landing on top of me. I opened my legs to accommodate him, and he rested his upper body on his forearms on either side of my shoulders. The weight of his pelvis balanced perfectly against my own.

Rather than kiss my mouth, he kissed down my jaw and neck, slowly exploring the area while I squirmed beneath him.

He smiled against my skin, evidently enjoying the torture. Two could play at teasing. I reached my hand between us to stroke his lower stomach, never quite touching anything south of his belt, but occasionally brushing my hand over his length.

He groaned. “You are evil. And wearing far too many clothes.”

“You’re right about both. Can’t help the evil, but something can be done about the clothes.” I squirmed again and bucked my hips to encourage him to move. He moved all right, grinding himself into me for a moment before rolling to the side. “Clearly, I’m in bed with evil, too.”

He grinned and ran his hand through his hair, then flopped on his back for a second.

I waited for him to look at me before taking off my blouse.

“Hold on, that’s the part I enjoy doing,” he said when I lifted the hem.

His hands shoved mine out of the way so he could pull the material over my head, dropping it on the floor.

I fought the instinct, which comes with age or innocence to cover myself. No point in hiding what he would see naked in a moment. I might not have had the slimmer body I possessed in my twenties, but now I knew more about pleasure—how to give it, ask for it, and receive it—than I did when I had a smaller ass and perkier tits. There was a word for girls like me: zaftig. Over the years and lovers, I’d learned confidence was my best asset. From the way Kai stared at my chest, I would amend that to be confidence and my full breasts.

“Planning to stare all night?” I repeated his words from earlier.

“I might.” Lifting his eyes briefly to mine, he smiled. “Come here.” He crooked his finger and leaned against the bed.

I crawled over him until I straddled his hips. His hands fumbled at my waist for the ties of my skirt. He found and untied them with one strong tug, unwrapping the fabric. I lifted up on my knees to allow him to untangle me from the skirt, leaving me only wearing my black bra and matching stretchy lace boy shorts. The gods of pretty lingerie had shined down upon me when I dressed that morning.

Kai’s hands tugged my hips forward, lining us up. I arched over him, bracing my weight on my hands next to his face. Even in shadow, his eyes sparkled with lust. I might not have been a size four, or even a size eight, but the man liked what he saw. In fact, I could feel tangible evidence of how much he liked it. He tugged down my bra and nipped the swell of my breast where it spilled over the cup. His other hand reached behind me and nimbly undid the clasp.

One handed.

Impressive.

Grabbing my hands, he flipped us. My bra was flung to the floor and Kai lavished my breasts with his hands and mouth.

Holy shit, the man knew what to do. My own fingers scrambled over the muscles in his shoulders, attempting to hold on so I wouldn’t lose my mind when he bit my nipple, then licked away the sting.

I moaned when he finally moved below my equator, dipping two long fingers under the lace. I could feel the vibrations against my skin when he stifled a chuckle against my breast.

Game on, Dutch boy.

I sought out his hardness and realized he still wore his pants. After unbuckling his belt and undoing the zipper, I found what I wanted; its hard length and heat making it impossible to miss.

“Your pants.”

He raised his face from my cleavage. “What about them?”

“Off.” I tugged at them. “Now.”

“So demanding. I’m not used to being bossed around this much.”

I glared at him. “Now.”

He laughed and stood, dropping both his trousers and his boxers. His beautiful cock stood at attention, gently bobbing as he stepped closer to the bed.

Yes, beautiful. Some are.

His cough drew my attention north of his cock for a brief moment. I licked my lips and smirked.

This would be fun.

Dressed, Kai was beyond merely handsome, but naked he was magnificent, with sculpted hard lines and angles. And the V. His body should have been memorialized in marble.

After rolling on my stomach, I motioned him closer, grabbing his hip and pulling him the final inches to me where I could trace my tongue along the paths set by my fingers. Perfection.

He moaned and tangled his hands through my hair, less pushing or guiding, more to balance himself while I dragged my lips across the line of dark hair near his navel to the other hip. I was teasing him and loving it. His fingers tightened around a few strands of hair, the pain causing me to look up at him.

“It isn’t nice to tease.” His voice sounded stern, commanding.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered, licking my lips and then licking him. “Better?” I asked.

He only nodded.

From this angle, I could support myself with one arm, leaving my other hand to wander his body. When I scraped my nails along his hips, he squirmed, and I made a note.

My current position also allowed me to take him fully in my mouth, which I did repeatedly, gently scraping my teeth along his flesh when I retreated.

Soon he was panting and gently thrusting his hips, restraining himself, or trying to. I cupped his balls, gently squeezing before slowly tracing a finger behind them.

“Stop,” he muttered and touched my cheek.

I opened my eyes, peering up to see the strain on his face. With a final swirl of my tongue, I released him but held onto the base with my hand.

“Stop?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m close, and I don’t want to finish in your mouth the first time.”

With a devilish grin, I asked, “Would you prefer my hand?”

He growled and managed to fling me down on the bed before I realized he’d moved.

“Your mouth is very smart.”

“Is that a compliment on my oral skills?”

“No.”

I frowned.

“No, not that you shouldn’t be complimented. You should. It was perfect, but you always have a comeback or remark. You can never be serious.” He crawled over me until our faces were inches apart, his voice and expression were serious.

“I take sex very seriously. Blow jobs especially.”

“See?”

“I’m serious.”

“You’re teasing again.”

I grinned. “Maybe.”

He kissed me and shut me up with his tongue. I didn’t complain. I loved his tongue. Secretly, I was relieved he’d stopped me. Oral was a means to an end, not the full act. I didn’t love oysters, either, because they reminded me of semen, and I preferred to swallow neither.

Kai’s hands reacquainted themselves with my boobs. One hand slid around and cupped my ass, rolling my hips closer to his. I still wore my underwear, and that was wrong. I reached down to shimmy out of it and Kai stopped me. His own hands tugged down the lace, leaving me bare for him.

“Let’s see if you enjoy being teased.”

Turns out, I did enjoy it. Teased, licked, lapped, and whatever he did with his scruff. Scruffed?

Kai had skills.

I gave up trying to figure out his technique downtown and went along for the ride.

“Unf.”

“Ooh.”

“Right …”

“…there.”

“Yes.”

“Damn.”

“Yes.”

I hoped the walls of his room were as thick as the plush carpet, because I was loud. Kai’s hair stood on end from where I clutched it. I nearly squashed him with my thighs as I transformed into a shuddering, clenching, panting ball of ecstasy on the bed.

He kissed my inner thigh and dragged his scruff across my skin again one last time, then sat on his haunches and smiled down at me. He swiped his thumb across his lips and sucked the tip.

I lay there, helpless against his mojo.

And we hadn’t even fucked yet. As evident by his still turgid cock.

I giggled over the word turgid.

“Something funny?”

I rolled my eyes. “I think I’ve orgasmed myself silly.”

“Is that possible?”

“Apparently so.”

He smiled at me and stroked himself. I stared. It was a sight to behold.

“Perhaps we should stop.”

“Are you kidding me? Let’s go for stupid.”

I reached for his cock; he reached for a condom. I thought about commenting on his preparedness and assumptions. Instead, I quietly observed him, trying to will condoms to be sexy. He leaned over me, bracing his weight on his elbows while I guided him, releasing him when his tip brushed against me.

We moaned in unison when he stretched and filled me.

Damn.

Kai rocked and my hips rose to meet his. I kept my eyes open to watch his face change with each movement. I was close when he rolled us over for me to straddle him, his thumb on my clit, pushing me closer to the edge. His fingers pinched a nipple. His tongue peeked out as he lifted his mouth to my breast and licked.

Game over.

I spiraled and fell, losing myself in the pleasure of another orgasm.

And he was still hard.

I loved younger men.

He flipped us again and took over, thrusting and seeking his own pleasure. His brow furrowed with concentration. An expression, which could be pleasure or pain, or both, took over his beautiful features. His rhythm staggered, and with a final thrust, he stilled.