Aleck didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked. Hard.
She cried out in pleasure and pushed his head closer.
How long he spent worshiping her tits, Aleck didn’t know. He was lost in the pleasure of her reactions.
It wasn’t until he felt her hips rhythmically thrusting against him that he realized she was on the verge of an orgasm. He felt ten feet tall that he could get her to the edge just by playing with her breasts…before movement between them, down low, caught his attention. He glanced down her body, realizing that she’d snaked a hand into her panties. She was frantically rubbing her clit.
“Don’t stop!” she pleaded.
There was no way Aleck was going to miss her going over the edge in his arms for the first time. Even if it was by her own hand. He pinched her nipple. Hard. He was no longer tender and loving as he worked her, squeezed her tit and rolling her nipple roughly in his fingers.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Get yourself off. Show me what you look like when you come.”
She whimpered, her eyes closed as she concentrated on reaching orgasm.
Aleck continued to stimulate her breasts as she got closer and closer to the edge.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered as he hovered over her. “Look at me when you come.” Her beautiful brown eyes popped open and he could see her pupils were dilated with lust. “That’s it, babe. Come for me. Come hard.”
He stared into her eyes as he pinched her nipple once more, and that was all it took. Every muscle in her body tensed and her thighs shook as she flew over the edge. She curled into him and cried out as she gave into the pleasure coursing through her.
Her hand stopped moving under her panties—but Aleck wanted more.
Knowing he was pushing his luck, yet unable to stop, he eased his hand down, gripping her sex possessively. She’d slipped her own hand away, and he ruthlessly began rubbing her clit through the wet cotton.
She jerked in his hold and said, “Too sensitive!”
But Aleck shook his head. “One more,” he rasped.
“Oh shit…” Kenna breathed as her eyes closed once more and within seconds, began shaking again.
It was all Aleck could do not to pull her underwear down and bury his head between her thighs. He could smell her arousal all around them and it was like an aphrodisiac. He wanted to taste her. Lick her until she came again and again.
But he was more than aware that this interlude could make her feel embarrassed. He’d done that once, and had no desire to repeat it. Ever.
So he stilled his hand, cupping her pussy as she jerked against him a few more times, then went still. He’d kept his hand on her nape the whole time, and when she didn’t open her eyes, he tightened his hold. “Kenna?” he said softly.
“Shhhh,” she mumbled. “I’m basking.”
Aleck smiled. Fuck, she was amazing. “Bask away. I’ll just be here enjoying the view,” he said, taking in her gorgeous breasts, still heaving as she caught her breath.
Instead of trying to cover herself, Kenna chuckled. “You’re such a guy,” she mock-complained.
“That I am,” he agreed.
Her eyelids opened and she gazed up at him with a look he couldn’t interpret. He still had one hand on her soaking-wet folds, the other at her nape.
“Good morning,” she said with a huge smile.
Aleck couldn’t help but laugh. “Morning,” he echoed, knowing he had to let go of her eventually. Reluctantly, he moved his hand from between her legs and reached for her shirt. He pulled it down, covering her tits, then rested his hand on her belly as he lay beside her.
They lay together quietly, and for the first time in his life, even though his cock was throbbing, he didn’t feel the need to get off. This was for Kenna. And he was so damn thankful she’d let him share it with her, he wasn’t sure what to say or do.
“That was…amazing.”
“I didn’t hurt you?” Aleck asked, recalling how rough he’d been with her breasts.
“Not at all. It felt wonderful. The way you took control and held me so tightly…it was obviously hot.”
Aleck sighed in relief. “Thank you for sharing that with me,” he told her.
Kenna’s head tilted as she looked at him. “You’re so different from most guys I’ve been with,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh. Most would be pressing me for sex right about now. Or wanting me to reciprocate. You’re still hard.”
It wasn’t as if he could hide his erection. His cock was pressed up against her bare thigh, and even though he had on shorts, it was pretty damn obvious.
He shrugged. “You needed that. You’ve been stressed, and some of that stress is my fault. It was a privilege to do that for you.”
“Still…” Her hand moved toward his cock, but Aleck shook his head.
“No, Kenna. I can wait. Sex between us will never be tit for tat, so to speak. And for the record, if there’s anything I ever do that you really don’t like or want to do, tell me no and I’ll stop.”
“I was really sensitive, and you forced me to orgasm a second time,” she pointed out, not taking her gaze from his.
“But you didn’t say no,” Aleck said. “And that second orgasm was even more intense than the first. You loved it.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “I did.”
“Right. I’m not a very gentle guy,” Aleck told her. “But I’ll never hurt you. I might push you, but if you say no, I’ll stop. No questions asked. Okay?”
Kenna nodded.
After a few moments, Aleck asked, “Feel better? Less stressed?”
“Yes, absolutely,” she replied.
“Good. Hungry?”
She chuckled. “Yes again.”
“How about you go shower and get ready, and I’ll warm up the coffee I brought for you and throw the malasadas into the microwave?”
She nodded but didn’t move to get up. Not that Aleck had taken his hand from her neck either.
Then she took a deep breath. “So…dinner tonight…is that only a dinner invitation, or is it…more?”
Aleck’s heart jumped into his throat. “You have an open invitation to spend the night with me whenever you want,” he said. “I’d love for you to stay, but I don’t want to rush you into anything.”
Kenna laughed. “I just masturbated in front of you, and you got me off a second time. I don’t think you’re rushing me into anything,” she said with a laugh.
Aleck loved how comfortable she was with her sexuality.
“Then I want you to stay the night,” he said, excitement rising within him. “As much as I fucking love this beanbag, I’m looking forward to laying you out on my bed and not being quite so cramped when I make love to you.”
“Oh yeah,” she said on an exhale.
“And seeing you masturbate for me again,” he added.
“Only if you reciprocate,” she retorted.
His cock jerked in response to her words. “You want to watch me get myself off, Kenna?”
She nodded.
“Fuck. We need to get out of this beanbag. I think it’s an aphrodisiac,” he muttered.