Until Harry(51)

His mouth was warm, and the caress of his lips was softer than I could have ever imagined. I opened my mouth with a low moan as Kale imprinted himself on my lips.

The kisses obliterated every thought.

I greedily sucked air into my lungs when his lips left mine minutes later. He pressed his forehead to mine, and with his own chest rapidly rising and falling, he inhaled and hummed low in his throat.

“I knew it’d be like this,” he breathed. “I knew we’d be like fire together.”

The need I felt for him consumed me.

“Kale, please,” I pleaded. “Touch me.”

He made a sound close to a growl when he lowered his face and nuzzled my neck. I swallowed as he kissed his way down my body, stopping at my lower abdomen when I gasped.

He lazily grinned up at me. “You’ll love it, darling, I promise.”

I didn’t doubt that, but what if he didn’t love it.

“What if you don’t like . . . because you’ll taste . . . oh, God.”

I flung my hands over my face when Kale started to laugh.

“Laney Baby, your innocence is killing me.”

Yeah, well, mortification was killing me.

“Just let me die here and – Kale!”

I dropped my hands from my face to the sides of my body and fisted the bed sheets around me as pure pleasurable sensation attacked my core in the form of a wicked tongue. I wasn’t new to the sensation I was experiencing – I had pleasured myself on many occasions – but my fingers were no match for Kale’s tongue.

“Oh, God!” I groaned, and bit down on my lower lip.

I lifted my head and looked down at Kale, who was kissing and licking me through the thin material of my lace underwear. The sight was just as good as the sensation, if not better.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, but the moment he pushed the material of my underwear to the side and put his mouth on me bare, I was forced to. My eyes rolled back as my head fell against the mattress underneath me. I heard the cries, pleas, and moans echo throughout the room, but I was so twisted up in what Kale’s mouth was doing to me that it took me a few minutes to realise the sounds were coming from me.

“Lane,” Kale growled against me, “you taste like heaven.”

He sucked my clit into his mouth and rubbed his lips back and forth over the bundle of nerves until I was putty in his very capable hands.

“Oh, God,” I cried out. “Kale, please.”

He moved his arms under my thighs and slid them around to my hips where they met above my lower abdomen. He locked his hands together and held me in place and full-on assaulted me with his tongue. I screamed as the feeling suddenly became too much. I found that my hips were involuntarily bucking into Kale’s face while the rest of my body was trying to scramble away from him.

“Too mu-much!” I pleaded.

Kale didn’t let up, and if possible he sucked harder, causing my back to arch off the bed as white spots dotted my vision. I momentarily stopped breathing as a wave of pure ecstasy slammed into my body in the form of delicious pulses that throbbed between my thighs.

This only lasted ten or so seconds, but for that short amount of time I was in complete bliss.

I blinked my eyes open when I felt the mattress dip, and watched as Kale climbed onto the bed and hovered over me. He grinned down at me and lowered his head to mine.

“I want you for breakfast every day.”

I felt my face flush with heat, and it seemed a little juvenile to be embarrassed considering the orgasm he’d just given me, but I couldn’t help the colour that stained my cheeks.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my body trembling. “Having the same thing to eat every day can get boring.”

“Not this chosen meal,” Kale growled, and covered my mouth with his.

I was very aware of where his mouth had just been, and tasting myself on his lips and tongue was so erotic that the aching pulse between my thighs that Kale had soothed came back with a bang.

“Kale,” I groaned into his mouth.

He hummed back in response before detaching his lips from mine and nudging me into an upright position. I was momentarily confused about what he was doing until he lifted my arms and the fabric of my crop top slid over my head, causing me to gasp with surprise.

Kale chuckled as he reached around and unclipped my bra. The straps fell down my arms, and my breasts were exposed when he tugged the material away from me completely. I was bare in both flesh and heart.

Breathe, just breathe, my mind soothed. You want this. No, you need this.

I repeated the thought over and over as Kale laid me back on the bed and moved his body over mine.

“Lane,” he murmured.

I swallowed and looked up at him.

“I can’t tell what is real and what’s not right now,” he breathed. “So tell me now loud and clear if you don’t want this.”