“How much longer?” I ask.
“It’s just warming. We can eat whenever.”
“Good. Come here.”
She knows what I’m thinking because her eyes light up as she walks toward me. Once I secure her with her back to the counter, I grip her hips and hoist her up, rising from the chair. Thank goodness my ankle is much better. I can’t skate yet, but I can put pressure on it now. Since she’s been riding me a lot during my rehab, it’s time I pay her back.
“You just called yourself a person in my life.” I squeeze her sides and she giggles, her hands wrapping around me, her long nails scraping the back of my neck. “What exactly does that mean?”
“I don’t know. Are we a label type of couple?”
My hands rest on the hem of her sweater, teasing her as I run my fingers under the soft fabric. “I’d like to call you my girlfriend,” I say, knowing this could cause a fight, or worse, cause her to run.
“Really?”
“And in turn, I’m your boyfriend?”
She rests her head on my shoulder and I wrap my arms around her torso, running my hands up her back. She arches into me and slides closer to the edge of the counter as if she can’t get close enough to me. It’s one of my favorite things she does. Like an affectionate cat snuggling up to her owner.
“Okay,” she whispers.
My heart bursts that she made it that easy. She held me at arm’s length for so long, the last few weeks I’ve been shocked by how much she’s taken to our new situation. There’s only one thing we still have to navigate. “If I’m your boyfriend, I think we need to tell your dad.”
She draws back and shakes her head. “I’m not ready for that.”
“The team knows, Jana.” I cradle her face, my thumb running over her plump bottom lip, which I love to nibble. “It’s only a matter of time before someone spills the news by accident.”
The fact we’ve gotten this far is amazing.
She seems to think about it for a moment, then she nods. “I’ll plan a dinner.”
“Good.” I pick her up and she straddles my waist. “Now, dinner can wait. It’s been a long four days.”
I take her to my bedroom, which isn’t much except for the French doors at the far end that open to the Gulf. I place her on my bed, but she shakes her head and falls to her knees in front of me. She looks up at me with those eyes that still hold a little hesitation, as if she hasn’t given herself fully to me, but I know in time she will.
She unbuttons and unzips my pants, and they fall to my ankles. Rubbing my hard length with her palm over my boxer briefs, her fingers wrap around the waistband, and she drags them down, securing them under my swollen balls. My dick bobs out and shoots north. Her pink tongue slips out of her mouth, running along her bottom lip, and she takes the base in her palm.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” Not just because she’s on her knees, or the fact she’s about to spread her lips and slide my cock into her hot, waiting mouth. It’s her, the way she looks, the way she feels, the person she is that I can’t get enough of.
She smiles up at me, guiding my dick into her mouth, then my eyes close from the rush of pleasure shooting through my cock directly to my balls. I manage to control myself, not shooting into her mouth right away. Instead, I enjoy the view. Her head bobbing, her tongue licking, the pumping of her fist. I reach for the back of her neck—not to guide her, she’s perfect. I just need to touch her. My fingers grip her hair when she deep throats me and releases me slowly before doing it all over again.
“I’m barely hanging on,” I tell her, and she increases the speed, her moans getting the best of me. Then she uses her free hand to unbutton her jeans and her hand disappears under the waistband. “Wait for me. I’ll get you off.”
She squeezes my balls with one hand, then does this thing with her tongue that undoes all my control. Blackness fills my vision as I come so hard in her mouth, I can barely stay standing.
“Good?” she whispers, standing in front of me.
I lift the hand that was between her legs and place her fingers in my mouth, exaggerating while I lick each finger, tasting her. A taste I’ve missed the past four days.
She runs her hands up my torso, dragging my shirt up until it goes over my head and falls to the floor. I tear off my briefs and step out of my pants.
“Get naked,” I tell her, turning us so I can sit on the bed and watch her.
Her cheeks flush pink and her hands cross over her body, taking the hem of her sweater and pulling it off her body. I bite my lip from the view of her in a bra with her jeans wide open, revealing matching panties that I want to take off with my teeth. She unhooks her bra, wrapping a hand around her breasts as the straps fall to her shoulders.
“Let me see, baby,” I whisper.
She opens her arms and the silk fabric falls to the floor. The weight of her perfect tits adjust down a bit, her nipples pebbled.
“Come here.” I hold my arms out, needing to feel her, but she shakes her head, turning around and shimmying the jeans down past her ass, bending over in the process. “Fucking gorgeous.”
Once she’s out of her jeans, she teases me with her hands hooked into each side of her panties, pulling one side down, then the other.
“Do you wanna be punished?” I ask, a part of me hoping the answer is yes.
She giggles and pulls them down the rest of the way before turning around, completely nude. My dick is already hard again, needing no time to recover. She walks toward me and stands between my legs.
I run my hands from her hips up the sides of her abdomen until they rest just under her breasts. “Wanna play?”
She nods, her tongue sliding out.
I reach into my nightstand and grab the blindfold and rope. “Get on your back, hands and feet spread.”
She does as I tell her, always so willing to trust me, and I place the blindfold over her eyes. I trail the silken rope over her body, letting it glide up her leg, past her slit, up her abdomen, being sure to brush the soft fabric over her nipples before I use it to secure both hands to the headboard.
She moans as I let my tongue trail a path down her body, purposely not dragging my tongue where I know she wants it most. Once her feet are tied open and secured to the footboard, I hold my weight over her body, my lips falling to hers in a promise of the ecstasy she’s about to feel. My tongue slides down her torso, past her belly button, until I’m nestled between her legs.
“I love your beard.” She wiggles under me.
I know this. She’s told me many times that she loves the way the bristles scrape against her skin when I go down on her.
My tongue darts out of my mouth and I tease her with the tip along her folds, circling her clit. She bucks up and groans, trying to close her legs against the sensation but unable to because of the rope holding her open. I can tell that her hands want to dive into my hair by the way she keeps fisting and unfisting them.
I bring her to the brink over and over, moving from her clit to her opening with my tongue until I use my fingers to push into her. “You’re soaked.”
“Please, Kane. Please.”
I give her pussy one last kiss and move up her body, my dick now at her opening. I circle and toy with her until she’s begging before I slowly move inside her. Damn, she’s so warm, so wet, so mine. She moans and arches her back off the mattress.