Tarnished(31)

He climbed up next to her and lay down on his back. With his arms, he gestured toward his body. “It’s all yours. Explore away.”

She glanced down and watched his cock bob up and down as he settled against the sheets.

Fortifying herself, she stroked the length from the base to the tip. Was it cliché to wonder how the hell it was going to fit inside her? And what did it say about her that she wanted to do just that as soon as possible?

She knelt next to him and grazed her fingers over his torso and chest before returning to his cock. It seemed to grow harder as she stroked it.

“It’s not fragile, baby. You can grasp it with your hand.” His words were clipped, and when she glanced up at his face, she found his eyes half closed and his mouth hanging open.

Kenzie wrapped her hand around the shaft. Her fingers barely touched. She squeezed gently, learning the feel of his smooth skin, the hardness beneath it, and the heat that radiated into her palm.

He moaned when she let her hand slide from the base of the shaft to the tip. As she released him, he grabbed her wrist. “That’s enough. You can’t do that again, or I’ll come.” He growled.

She smiled at him. “Isn’t that the idea?”

“Not yet.” He sat and flipped her onto her back so fast she lost her breath. “My turn.”

She giggled, a nervous sound that sobered her when she heard it.

Drake pulled her shirt over her head and stared down at her lace bra. He traced the edge along the center with one finger until he dipped the digit inside and flicked her nipple. “Take this off,” he muttered. “I want to see you in the light of day.”

She leaned up on her elbows and reached behind her to flick the hook. The lace fell away from her instantly, and she shrugged out of the straps. Flopping back against the sheet, she felt the chill of the air wafting over her skin.

“So smooth.” He traced a line around her chest as though connecting the numbers on a dot to dot. She had no idea where he would trail next. Each line was a surprise.

As he clasped one globe in his hand, he dipped his head to suck the other nipple into his mouth. She moaned, remembering this feeling from last night. Wetness pooled in her panties, and she squirmed to press her pussy against the seam of her jean shorts.

Drake released her breasts, straddled her body, and hovered over her. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth as she watched his cock bob above her waist. A drop of moisture eased from the tip and landed on her bare stomach.

When he stroked himself, she gasped. He was so gorgeous and confident. She wanted that strength inside her like a drug. She’d never needed anything so badly before.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

“Are you sure?” He froze, squeezing the shaft near the tip.

“Positive. I need you inside me.” She shivered when she spoke the words. Fear crawled under her skin.

Drake scooted down her body, popped the button on her shorts, and dragged the zipper down. It sounded loud in the silent room. Definitive.

She lifted her torso as he tugged the denim and lace together over her ass and down her legs. When he tossed them aside, he glanced at her face. “You can still say no at any time, you know. Nothing is mandatory. Just because we start this process doesn’t mean you have to be committed to going all the way, Kenzie.”

How did he know those were the exact words she needed to hear?

She swallowed and nodded at him. Moisture pooled in her eyes at his sensitivity to her needs and fear, but she didn’t let the tears fall.

For moments, he sat beside her and danced his fingers over her skin. Gentle, dainty touches that reached into her soul and made her crave more. Why didn’t he reach between her legs?

“So gorgeous, baby. I love your skin.”

She stared at his face and then down at his fingers where they trailed paths around her nipples again. With each passing minute, she needed him more. And she began to realize his intentions. “Please, Drake…”

“I’m getting there. I want to go slow. We aren’t in a race here.”

It seemed like a marathon to her. She clenched her butt cheeks to try to keep from squirming. The friction would intensify the need between her legs.

Finally, he moved down to her thighs, just the tips of his fingers driving her insane. He drew circles on her skin, inching up and up until he was so close to the juncture of her thighs.

She gripped the sheet again with both hands. She couldn’t touch him because she didn’t have enough brain cells to communicate with her arms. All her energy was focused on her pussy.

When he crawled down the bed, her eyes shot open at the loss of contact.

“Spread your legs for me, Kenzie. I want to see you.”