Page 20 of Returning to Pine Ridge
I pause, looking up at him with a question in my eyes. I need to be absolutely sure.
“Yes,” he says immediately, his voice urgent. “Please.”
I take his cock into my mouth. He’s hard and warm, and the taste of him is intoxicating. I work slowly, deliberately, my mouth and tongue working in tandem. Yesterday I rushed it. The possibility of being caught made it exciting, forbidden. But tonight? I’m savoring this—savoring him. The way he responds to my touch. The way his hips twitch with each movement.
I watch him as I work, unable to look away. His eyes are closed, his head tilted back against the pillow. His expression is one of pure pleasure, and knowing I’m the one giving him that pleasure makes my own arousal spike.
“You feel so good,” I murmur, pulling back slightly, my fingers pressing against his rim. “You taste so good.”
I go back down, and this time I’m more insistent until I can feel the pressure building in his core. His hips start moving with me, setting a rhythm, and I let him lead. His hands grip my shoulders, his fingers digging in slightly as the pleasure builds.
“Kai, I’m close,” he warns, his voice breathless.
I don’t stop. If anything, I intensify my efforts, taking him deeper, working him harder. I want to feel him come. I want to taste it again. I want to know that I did this to him.
He comes hard, his back arching off the bed as pleasure washes through him. My name falls from his lips like a prayer as I swallow, taking everything he gives me.
When he finally comes down, I kiss my way back up his body, pausing at his chest. My lips find his nipples and suck each into hard pebbles.
My cock is rock-hard against his thigh. I know what I want, what I need, but I don’t know if he’ll want to give it to me.
I reach down to my cock and stroke it just how I like it. I keep my mouth busy exploring his skin until my lips meet his, and I kiss him with all the pent-up sexual energy still rushing though my veins.
His arousal is already rebuilding. I can feel it in the way his body responds to my touch.
“I want you inside me,” he says, his voice steadier now but still filled with need. “I want you to fuck me, Kai.”
The words send a jolt of desire through me. I pull back to look at him. “Are you sure?”
“I want this,” he tells me, his eyes locked on mine. “I want you.”
I run the head of my cock over his hole, and he takes a breath, relaxing his body.
“If you think we’re doing this without prep, you have another think coming,” I say.
“I don’t need it.”
“Sure, sure.” I ignore his pleas and reach for the nightstand drawer and pull out a condom and lube. I throw the condom on the bed, then coat my fingers with probably more than enough lube.
He arches his back and closes his eyes as I start. The sounds coming from him have me on edge, desperate to speed this up, but I also don’t want to hurt him.
When he’s fucking my fingers and reaching for me, I know it’s time. I roll the condom down my shaft, then coat myself generously with lube. I position myself between his thighs, and I look at him one more time, silently asking for permission.
He pulls me toward him, so I enter slowly, carefully, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. I see none—just pleasure and the overwhelming sensation of him stretching around me as I slide deeper.
“Okay?” I ask, my jaw clenched with the effort of holding back. He feels incredible. Tight and warm and perfect.
“More than okay,” he breathes. “I need you to move.”
I start with slow, deep thrusts. The moment is not frantic or desperate. It’s intimate and perfect. My forehead rests against his, and we’re breathing the same air, sharing the same space.
My brain keeps offering ideas I shouldn’t have. Forcing my mouth to share what is too early to share. Instead, I whisper, “You’re perfect. You’re so perfect.”
He wraps his legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. The angle changes, and I can feel him tense slightly as I hit that spot inside him that makes his eyes go wide.
“There,” he gasps. “Right there.”
I adjust my rhythm, hitting that spot with each thrust. My pace increases gradually, building toward the orgasm. He grips my shoulders, and his nails dig in slightly. I don’t mind. The pain is just another sensation, another way of knowing this is happening.
