Leaning over, I give her a kiss through her panties, feeling her wet heat. “I need you, Ryder,” she moans.
Her moan, those words, it’s all my undoing. I can’t wait another second. I don’t want to deny her anything. I rip her panties off and run my tongue over her.
She melts into me, letting out a long, low moan. God, I’ve missed her so much. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her like this. Her sweet little nub is hard, she’s open wide, and soaking wet for me.
But I can’t. No dick, no fingers, nothing inside her. This is going to be harder than I thought—at least for me.
Planting light kisses on her folds, I find her hips starting to move, thrusting against my mouth. I devour her, kissing, sucking, and nibbling, bringing her to the peak, but not taking her over the edge.
I’m not teasing her. I’m enjoying her too much to let it end. So over and over again, I kiss her folds, suck down on her, driving her wild, her nails digging into my shoulders. I’d forgotten how sweet she tastes.
Until Kailey, sex has just always been more of a straight up transaction, there’s more protection that way. And with sex not holding any emotional meaning for me, it was easier to get in and get out, so to speak.
Kailey changed that. Going down on her and loving it was just one of many things that was different about our night together. And I’ve got it back.
“Don’t come, Kailey,” I beg.
“I need to. Please,” she moans, knowing my weakness—that I can’t deny her.
A few more strokes of my tongue, and she flies over the edge. I kiss her through her trembles, watching a satisfied smile cross her lips. Her eyes flutter open, and I scoot up beside her. “I could do that for hours. I’ll never get enough of you.”
“I could tell.”
I rub her belly. “Do you feel okay?”
She laughs. “Much, much better than okay.” She moves to roll over and begins to kiss my chest. “My turn.”
“Nothing strenuous,” I remind her.
“Don’t worry,” she says. “You’ll do all the work.”
She’s got my attention.
“On your feet,” she says.
She sits on the side of the bed, letting her feet dangle off the edge and placing her hands on my hips. Looking up at me, she slides down my pants, taking my underwear with them. My dick is hard and heavy when she takes me in her mouth.
“Holy fuck!”
Her hands go to my ass, pushing me forward, and I can’t help but smile. I’ll be doing all the work. For a slight second, I debate if this could be considered strenuous, but my dick wins out. I slide myself in and out of her mouth as she strokes me with her warm, moist tongue. Damn, she’s good. Normally, a blowjob includes hands, but Kailey doesn’t need any. Her mouth is going to get me there, and unlike when I went down on her, I want this to be quick. She is, after all, still supposed to be resting.
She pushes my hips faster, clearly enjoying herself. I look down, seeing my rock-hard cock slipping between her perfect pink lips. Her mouth tightens around me, and she tugs my balls slightly.
And that’s all it takes. Like a champ, she takes all of me.
I drop to my knees in front of her, resting my head on her lap. The only thing going through my head are words that I vowed I’d never say again. I look up at Kailey, the words on the tip of my tongue.
“Don’t you dare feel guilty, or bad, or worry one bit.” She lifts my head, so we’re nose to nose. “Got it?”
I nod, but know she doesn’t get it.
Then the moment is lost.
*
“Get up,” I whisper, kissing her awake.
She rolls over, pulling the covers up slightly, clearly not ready to face the day. I heard her get up to pee at least twice last night, which might have something to do with her sleepiness this morning.
Lifting the bottom of the sheet, I crawl in, kissing my way up her legs to her inner thighs. She lifts the covers off my head. “Not fair.”
“I have a surprise for you,” I say.
“Oral sex and breakfast in bed?” she guesses, raising an eyebrow with a priceless smile.
Grinning, I shrug and start to lower my head between her legs. “I guess you can have three surprises, then.”
She giggles and smacks my shoulder. “I was kidding.”
“Tease,” I say, helping her to her feet.
I lead her through the house to the front door. “Where are we going?” she asks. “I’m in my pajamas!”
When I open the front door, the giant red bow on top of her new silver Jaguar SUV can’t be missed. “Surprise!”
“You bought me a car?” she asks incredulously, stepping outside.
Taking her hand, I lead her to the car and open the driver side door. “It’s the same model as mine,” I say, but mine is black. “Same features. Like the anti-theft tracking system. It’s very safe. The whole car practically wraps itself in an airbag if there’s an accident.”
“You bought me a car,” she says again, only this time it sounds more like a confused statement than a question.
“You don’t like it?” I ask. “I could get you a different model, style, whatever.”
Her head shakes, her eyes wide. “It has a bow.”
“Yeah.”
“I always wanted a car with a bow!” she cries, leaping into my arms.
I’m not sure if she’s more impressed by the car or the bow, but either way, I hold her close. Honestly, I wasn’t sure she’d go for this. We’ve had some issues about me paying her bills. She’s apparently moved past that, which makes me happy. I want to buy her things, do things for her, especially when she’s so pleased and grateful.
“One more thing,” I say, opening the back door. “I know it’s early, but I wanted to install a car seat at the dealership to make sure it was done correctly.”
Tears roll off her cheeks, and she bites her bottom lip. “I love . . .” She stops herself. “I love that you thought to do that, too.”
“Want to take it for a drive?” I ask, dangling the keys in front of her, then she looks down at her outfit, no shoes, pajamas. “We could just go around the driveway, if you want?”
Grabbing the keys, she hops inside. I go around and get in the passenger side. “It’s a push start,” I say.
Before she does anything, she takes hold of my shirt, pulling me to her lips, kissing me. “I can’t believe you did this!”
“Addison helped,” I confess.
“Addison? My sister? Who barely likes you?”
“Hey, we’re cool now,” I say. “I wanted her advice on the color. Your old car is still at her house if you want that or . . .”
“Are you kidding? I’m selling that thing,” she says, and I can’t help but laugh.
“I’ll have Maggie get on that,” I say, motioning for her to start the car, but she looks down, rubbing her belly. “Everything okay?”
“I want you to keep the money I get from selling my car,” she says. “I know it’s not close to paying for this, but it covers a little.”
“Kailey, I’m not going to keep your money.”
“It’s not my money,” she says, looking up at me.