Her kisses were sweet, and hungry, and made his c**k harder yet. After the buttons were undone, she groaned. “No fair. You’re wearing a T-shirt.”
“You’re wearin’ a bra, so we’re even.” Kyle strung kisses down her neck and dropped to his knees in front of her. Unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, he slid the denim down the curve of her hips and her long, long legs. He inhaled the scent of her arousal as he pressed his mouth over the black cotton panties. His greedy hands squeezed her butt cheeks, so tight and round and firm.
She impatiently kicked the denim aside and pulled him back to his feet. “My turn.” Her palms followed the contours of his chest to the waistband of his jeans. His belt was already undone. He swallowed a groan when she lowered herself to the floor. Keeping her eyes on his, she mouthed his c**k through the denim, blowing warm air up the length, then scraping her teeth down. She cupped his package and unzipped him quickly, then hooked her fingers in his belt loops and yanked down his jeans.
Sneaky woman kissed straight up his body, over his briefs and T-shirt until she connected with his lips again.
Kyle clamped his hands on her ass, bringing her groin to his. Damn, she fit against him perfectly. His fingers traced her spine to the bottom band of her bra. One tug and it hit the floor.
Celia broke the kiss. Her hands frantically jerked his T-shirt over his head.
He shimmied her panties down her legs.
She tugged his briefs off.
Celia. Naked.
Him. Naked.
Him naked with Celia.
Fucking finally.
He cupped her br**sts, strumming the base of his thumbs over her ni**les.
“Kyle. Hurry the hell up. I don’t wanna wait. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever.”
“I know, baby. But you’ve gotta let me touch you a little more.” He bent his head. She probably expected he’d suckle those sweet ni**les. But his mouth connected with her collarbone and he kissed from one side to the other. “You’re so strong. But this part of you is so delicate.”
She shifted closer to him.
Her impatience buoyed him to save his in-depth oral worship of her feminine curves until they’d sated this need. “Celia,” he whispered against her throat. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. Kyle, I want you.”
His lips traced the outer rim of her ear, down to her earlobe, where he tugged with his teeth. “So take me.”
She stepped back and pushed him onto the bed, releasing a throaty laugh.
He scooted into the middle of the mattress and crooked his finger at her.
His sex kitten pounced on him.
Okay, so this first round would be fast. He was good with that.
Celia straddled his groin, positioning his arms above his head. Mapping his wrists, forearms, biceps with her hand. Squeezing his muscles and releasing a feminine sigh of appreciation. Kicking his lust into high gear with the seductive way her mouth moved on his. Deep, tongue-thrusting kisses. Little nips with her teeth. Choppy breathing he felt against his damp skin.
“I want to touch every part of you,” she whispered against his lips.
“Feel free.”
She smiled against his cheek. “You must have something in mind for me later if you’re letting me have my wicked way with you now.”
“Such a smart girl.” Kyle touched her face. So damn beautiful with the flush of arousal on her cheeks and her mouth ripe from his. “But you will do one thing for me, right now.”
“What?”
“Unbraid your hair.”
“Why?”
“You have no idea how many fantasies I’ve had about you ridin’ me, this golden hair surrounding us. Like a curtain hiding us in our own little world.”
Her lips curved into a soft smile. “You have a romantic streak.”
Kyle refused to be embarrassed that she’d noticed that about him. Few women had.
“I really like that about you,” she said, touching his face.
“I’m also a visual guy.” His hands caressed her thighs. “And a tactile guy. So this really pushes all my buttons.”
“Well, I’m all about pushing your buttons, bull rider.” Celia draped the heavy braid over her shoulder. She kept her eyes on his as her fingers unthreaded the strands. At the halfway mark, she let the plait fall behind her back to undo the remainder. As soon as her hair hung loose, she seemed unsure.
“Shake it free. Let me see all of it.”
She tossed her head.
“God. You’re beautiful. Come here,” he said.
Her long locks drifted over them as she bent to kiss him.
Kyle filled both hands with the soft waves, groaning when the honeyed scent of her shampoo teased his nose and her silken hair caressed his skin. He was utterly lost in the feel of her, the taste of her, the scent of her. He wanted to make this moment last forever.
But Celia had other ideas. He felt her hand circle the base of his cock.
Yet she paused. She lifted her mouth from his and he saw that her eyes were heavy-lidded with want.
“Ride me,” he murmured huskily.
She scooted her lower half backward, aligning his c**k with her warm, slick center. Then she slowly lowered onto him until his hardness filled her completely. Her head fell back and she moaned.
Damn. She was hot, that lithe body so still, yet coiled tight. And wet. Holy f**k, was she wet.
Their eyes met. Held. Celia moved with the ease and grace of an athlete. No wasted motions. She angled forward, using his chest to give her leverage until his c**k was buried to the base. Followed by a long, slow withdrawal. Keeping only the head of his c**k just inside the entrance to her body, she squeezed her pu**y muscles around it.