My mouth watered and I lifted my hands, gripping on to his hips to keep him steady as I took just the tip of him into my mouth. He groaned low in his throat as I swirled my tongue around the knobbed head. I was getting into a rhythm of sucking on him, taking an inch more at a time with each plunge, then releasing, when he drove two fingers into my sex and locked his mouth over my clit. I cried out but it was muffled by his length pushing deep into my mouth. He touched the back of my throat and I relaxed, breathing through my nose as I allowed him to thrust in and out at his will.
He was lost to his desire, thrusting into my mouth in jagged, uncoordinated movements. I loved making him like this. Losing his mind to the pleasure I was giving, and what he was giving me in return.
I used my nails, dragging them down his muscular thighs until he lost it, thrusting so deep, I gagged; my eyes teared but the pleasure-pain of the move had me lifting my hips and forcing him to take me as deeply as I was taking him.
He did not disappoint. He growled around my flesh, held my thighs open wide and pinched my hot button at the same time he added a third finger.
I came in a glorious rush of endorphins and sizzling nerve endings, mindlessly thrusting my hips and sucking his cock like it was my favorite treat. I loved every second of it.
“Jesus, Isa.” He lifted back up and off the second my hips stilled. He spun around above me so quickly I didn’t even know what was happening before he had me flipped onto my stomach where he yanked me up to my knees, centered his length at my willing entrance and drove in to the hilt.
Thankfully, he covered my mouth because the cry that left me was animalistic and surely would have awakened Hope, even if her bedroom was on the other side of the house.
“Damn, woman, you make me crazy,” he growled and powered his hips in and out at a relentless pace.
I curled my fingers into the bedding and pushed back, giving as much as taking the pleasure my man was doling out.
He let go of my hips and curled over my back. His chest was covered in sweat when he rested it against my own slick skin. He whispered in my ear, “You’re gonna give me another one, Isa.”
“Baby.” The single word fell from my lips on a needy sigh. His length continued to pound that perfect place inside that made me absolutely wild. Still, I held out, wanting him with me this time. Wanting to explode together.
“Give in, Isa.” He brought one of his hands up to my breast and plucked at the tip. My sex locked around his length with every twist of his fingers while I panted.
“I can’t.” I pushed my hips back and stretched my neck out, reaching for something. For what, I didn’t know. All I knew was I never wanted this bliss to end.
His hand moved from my breast, down my stomach to where we were joined. His fingers found the throbbing nerve and teased the tight knot while growling, “You will,” into my ear.
The room started to blink in and out of focus as stars glittered in my peripheral vision. Kyson was literally making me see stars.
“Isa.” He swiveled his hips and brought those wet fingers he’d used on me up to my mouth where he pushed them inside. I gloried in the combined taste of us.
“Fuck, my woman is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He hauled me up to my knees, still connected, plastering my back to his front while I wrapped my arms behind his neck loosely.
He curved a palm around my jaw, easing my chin toward his face, and took my mouth in a searing kiss. He was so deep I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care, because it was him and me and everything right in the world.
Kyson moved with complete control over his massive, muscular form, snaking his other hand down toward my stomach and then between us. He pulled his mouth from mine and panted as he cupped me between my thighs, still powering in and out in almost furious, bone-quaking movements.
“Feel us, baby. Feel our love,” he ordered.
I covered his hand and separated my fingers around his length as he pierced me over and over. I rested my head against his neck and lost myself to the beauty of our joining. Drugging thoughts of how I was going to receive this pleasure for the rest of my life covered me like a tranquil breeze over my heated skin.
“Love you, Isabeau. Love you so damn much it hurts not being with you every day, right here in this bed.”
I closed my eyes as his words coated my soul in nothing but his love.
He picked up the pace, I arched into him, locked my arms around the back of his neck and lost myself. My soul, everything I ever was, and everything I ever would be, to this man. The man I loved.
We were one.
Unending.
Forever intertwined.
He tipped his head back, held me tight, his hand cupping my sex possessively as he groaned, sinking his masterful body back onto his calves and taking me with him as jet after jet of his powerful essence flooded me. He pressed his forehead to the back of my neck and panted, sucking in large bouts of air as he came down from an incredible high.
I covered his arms, the one that came around my waist locking me to him, the other still cupping me carnally.
“I love you, too,” I whispered.
He set his mouth against the back of my neck and kissed me there.
“Do you feel it now, baby? All that we’re building?” he asked, the sweat cooling in the morning air around us.
“Yes,” I admitted without hesitation.
“You still scared?” he murmured.
I shook my head. “No. Not if I have your love.”
He let out a long sigh that cooled my sweaty neck. “Fuck me, the perfect woman. I had to wait thirty years to have the woman for me. Went through hell and back to earn this moment, right here with you.”
I grinned, tilted my head back and looked into his glorious blue eyes, loving seeing the way he saw me. As something to cherish. To adore.
He kissed me sweet and slow, detangling from my body. “Shower together?” he asked.
I shivered at the thought of another round of sex in the shower.
Kyson chuckled, curled his arms around my form and lifted me into a princess hold. “Come, let me clean you up.”
“Mmm.” I leaned my head against his chest and let him carry me.
He set me on my feet next to the shower, which he turned on and set the temperature to steaming.
“What are you thinking about?” Innuendo was clear in the sultry way he asked.
“How I’m going to have a blast making pancakes for you and Hope this morning. I’m thinking my magical blueberry and oat with a cinnamon drizzle on top.”
That had Kyson laughing out loud. “I fuck her silly. Make her come hard, twice, and instead of thinking about me and more sex, she can’t wait to feed me and my kid.” He shook his head. “Babe, your priorities are whack,” he said playfully.