Well, okay, the kiss had been toe-tingling, skyrocketing amazing and her clothes were disheveled. It could have been worse, like the camera guy outside her house.
Kyran rescued those photos, thank God.
“Hey, let’s not think about that, all right?” Kyran swiped his hand to the last button, parting her shirt wide open. “We can talk about it tomorrow. Let me find a way to help.”
“Good enough,” she agreed, wanting to go back to the gentle intimacy they’d fallen into over dinner.
He kissed her again and Anna stopped worrying. Kyran was here with her, awakening her sensuality. She wanted this, wanted him. To let him know, she wet her fingertip and ran it over the head of his cock. Joined with pre-cum, she kept the touch light and wet, not wanting to rush.
His gut clenched, telling her he liked it. She really wanted to suck him, but decided to savor that feast upstairs in bed. Dominantly left-handed, he kept that hand roaming over her abdomen and rib cage, gliding all the way up to her breasts. Weighing one, then the other, he squeezed and played.
“Kyran…” she breathed out, suddenly needing more, like a bed.
“Gotcha, love,” was all he said. “Stand up for a second.”
She did. Kyran reached for the handy remote. The big screen went dark. Light from the loft spilled down into the great room.
“Make love to me, please,” she asked when he turned back.
“Have every intention of pleasing you,” he answered.
“Can’t wait to get in that bed again,” she admitted, grinning.
Could he hear her heart pounding in her chest?
Kyran’s hand touched her chin, tilting her head back. They kissed. Anna went up on her toes to wrap her arms about his neck. He made her feel tiny when she knew she wasn’t. Beautiful when in reality she was average.
“Come on,” he invited, drawing back.
Walking took effort, the eggs rolled inside her, inducing another mini-climax that left her knees wobbly. He didn’t miss a beat when he swung her up in his arms.
“Kyran, I can walk,” she argued, though maybe not.
“Let me take care of you,” he said, taking the stairs to the loft.
The bedside lamps glowed with soft, low lighting. She’d thought he would take her to the bed. Instead, he carried her into the bath, hitting a light switch with his elbow en route.
Carefully, he set her on the double sink marble-top vanity. The marble was cold. Anna jumped.
Kyran went over and grabbed one of the warm towels by the tub.
“Are we taking a bath?”
“Maybe later,” he said.
He came back with the towel, helping her move about so she could sit on the warm towel. “Wow, you are a nice guy.”
Both of his hands came to her face. “With you, guess I am, love.” This time, she tugged him to her, rewarding him with a long, deep kiss, sucking on his tongue. He liked that. She loved how he tasted.
Finally easing their kiss, she let him pull back when his hands came to her thighs. With a little pressure, he pushed them apart. Understanding what he was about, she parted them wider, leveraging her hips at the edge of the vanity.
Clever fingers touched her vulva. Warm and steady, he spread her vaginal lips. Anna wanted to know how to use the eggs, so she put her hand to her sex and tugged the string.
Together, they worked them from her body. She pushed. He pulled. The first slid out, a smooth, easy glide. Kyran’s thumb stroked her clit as the second reached her opening. She came hard, her inner muscles grasping, unexpectedly gushing from within as the egg slipped free.
Breathless, she could barely move until he wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her. “Okay, love. It’s okay,” he crooned, his mouth pressed to her ear. “Think it’s safe to say you like your present.”
“Think it’s safe to say it’s payback time,” she promised.
She totally surprised him by sliding her hand down and smacking him playfully on the butt. He recoiled, but his cock pushed his boxers so far out, they began to slip down.
“Vixen,” he growled, kissing her hard even as she helped him out of his boxers.
Insides quieting down some, Anna breathed deep. Kyran stepped back, helping her down from the counter. He led the way back to the bedroom, not stopping until they reached the bed.
“Sit here, love,” he said, patting the high mattress.
She climbed up, sitting on the edge. Naturally, his hands came to her hips, then her thighs, wanting to spread them for her.
“No, Kyran, I want to give to you, at the same time,” she said, sensing what he was about. Not that she didn’t want oral. She loved it. He knew exactly how to suck and lick every inch of her pussy without making her clit go numb.
A smile stole across his face, brightening his eyes like a light bulb went off over his head.
“I love the way you think, Anna.” He crawled up onto the bed.
“Oh god yes,” she almost squealed. Kyran’s cock in her mouth while he tongued her would be wonderfully wicked.
“Let’s get that shirt off,” he suggested, tugging the blouse down her arms.
Anna wiggled a little to help. The blouse went flying off the bed.
His silk boxers were already gone, thank god. Jeez, the man was sex on a stick! His cock was rampant, thick, the head purpled with lust. She couldn’t wait to play. She immediately went to touch him, but was stopped.
“Hold on a sec,” he said. “Turn to your side.”
Choosing to lie with her head facing the pillows, she rose up a little by resting on her forearm. Her heart did a double flip when he unexpectedly leaned over and kissed her temple. Then he shifted to face the footboard.
Drawn by the need to touch, they melded together. Kyran’s arms braced her thighs, spreading her open, one leg draped over his shoulder. His cock tapped her mouth. She licked the tip, delved into the slit for a taste of his fluid. Warm breath bathed her inner thighs, the first lick of his tongue on the folds of her sex made her cry out. He worked her labia, altering between licking and sucking.
“Hmm,” he hummed, licking deeper, slower, running through her petals, dipping inside, circling her clit. His tonguing was fantastic, sweetly ravishing her folds like he could drink her up and keep swallowing.
Anna honed in on his glans, licking, making him good and wet. His hips surged on a thrust, his cock entering her mouth as his tongue stroked her inner walls, drew out, up, lapping at her clit rapidly. Their bodies began undulating as lips and tongues worked simultaneously. Kyran’s talent for oral invited her to suck him as deep as she possibly could.
Sideways as they were, she couldn’t quite take him down her throat.
Their breaths grew heavy, the smell of sex everywhere, all over them. Anna feasted on his erection, bobbing her head in time with Kyran’s tongue thrusting into her hole.
Closing in on another orgasm, she wanted to suck him dry. He caught her before she came, maneuvering her around to lie on her back. Once she was comfortable, he climbed on, top to tail, going right back to work between her legs.
His arms were strong enough to keep his heavy body from crushing her or pushing his cock too far in when she took him back into her mouth. Movement for both of them slowed, the thrusting and pulsing more about experimenting on what worked for the other.
As soon as they returned to a sexy rhythm, Anna eased her jaw and took him really deep. Miraculously, she’d grown more comfortable with his size, enabling her to suck him to the back of her throat.
He liked when she deep-throated him, his hips surged, his abs tightened, his hands losing their grip because he couldn’t stop fucking her mouth. Easing up on him, she sucked and licked on his glans, especially the sensitive underside.
He kept licking her pussy, sending delightfully delicious spirals of heat through her clit, to her heart. She liked the way he flicked his tongue over her knot rapidly. Her hips canted up, off the bed as his tongue parted her for a long, slow, deep thrust inside.
He touched her heart with each tongue thrust.
Slowing himself down, he regained control to caress her thighs, holding, stroking. She anchored one of her hands on his firm ass. Her left hand dipped into the crease.
Kyran groaned into her pussy, licking harder inside her. She became so lost on what she was doing she didn’t stop herself from fucking his face. One last long lick from her folds to her clit had her whole body tensing with the need to come. Pleasure, indescribable and incandescent, exploded, spreading out, coming so hard she lifted herself right off the bed.
Kyran had to pull out of her mouth or risk getting bit.
“Oh god,” she cried, every muscle in her body melting. But she’d wanted him to come with her. “Lie back, let me get you off.”
“It’s all right, Anna.” Kyran moved again, facing her. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
“I need you so bad,” she admitted.
Kyran leaned over, kissing her. His face was damp from her sex. She tasted pre-cum and her juices, knew he tasted the same thing. He stayed on top of her, his legs outside of hers.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her.
“Why thank you, sir,” she accepted, thinking maybe it was safe to believe him.
“You’re welcome, ma’am. Now if you wouldn’t mind, I’m going to get something that’ll help us both out.”
“Not going anywhere.” He pretty much had her pinned there.
Gently, he took the pillow out from under her head then reached into the night stand. A packet of condoms plopped on the bed nearby, one in his hand. With confidence, he sheathed himself, easing back into position.
“Willing to try something for me?” he asked.
“Of course,” she said.
“Reach back behind you,” he said.
She did, her hands touching the mattress.
“Press your hands against the headboard. Relax and let me do the work for you,” he murmured.
Curious, she nodded. He whispered kisses over her face, neck, shoulders, making love to her as slowly now as he’d started downstairs.
Enjoying the kisses, but loving him more, Anna used the headboard to brace herself. Kyran knew how to lick and kiss and nibble places on her body she didn’t know existed. His chest pressed against her breasts, his subtle movements creating delicious friction.
His cock rocked against her belly, sliding with his shallow hip thrusts. When the time seemed right, she parted her thighs only as far as his legs allowed, his cock finding that narrow space. He surged into her, the lubricated condom paving the way until he was fully seated.
Her instinct was to squeeze him tight. Hold him there, keep him. He felt even bigger like this and he was endowed. Anna groaned, welcoming the fullness.
“Fuck, Anna, so fucking tight,” he growled like an animal, thrusting, his penis scraping her inner thighs and labia with every push and glide. He’d been right to have her hold on to the headboard. The angle of her arms helped her brace for his taking, keeping her from thrusting back. She simply took him. It was incredible to feel that satin-over-steel hardness filling her, withdrawing, filling, pushing her higher and higher.
“Kyran, I want to hold you,” she called out.
“Come here then,” he agreed.
Still buried deep in her, he rose up, unclamped her fingers from the board and brought them down around his rib cage. In accord, they eased over to lie side to side, facing each other. Their hands roamed, squeezed. He played her breasts like a maestro, tweaking and pinching her nipples. She grabbed his firm ass, stroked his thighs.
They explored one another, never rushing. Finally, his left hand swept down her ass to her thigh, bringing her leg over his so that his penis found her core. On a mutual surge of hips and thrusts, she took him as he pushed.
“Mhm, Anna, so hot, so pretty,” he whispered, bending toward her to kiss her forehead while he eased in and out, a slow, gentle lovemaking that matched what she needed after the intensity of force of their fucking earlier.
Enjoying the intimacy, she cherished the feel of their bodies surging together, loved the way their eyes locked together. Not once daring to look away. Anna saw his flushed, handsome face, his hair soft and flowing to his shoulders and bed, amazing. Right then and there, she knew. She loved him.
Whether he loved her, she couldn’t say, but she felt more confident in him than she’d ever had with another man. He might still break her heart. Or realize she wasn’t getting any younger. But maybe it was safe to risk it. If she didn’t go with her heart here, she’d never know how far they could go.
“Climb on top, love,” he finally invited, easing out of her to rest back on the bed. She moved onto him, grasping his soaking wet, latex-covered cock to guide him into her.
Sliding down his length, she let go, making love to him, swirling her hips, rocking, swaying. Keeping him guessing as to how she’d switch her hips or squeeze him tight, she slowed, appreciating the depth of penetration and thickness. It constantly amazed her that she could take his big cock into her body.
But she did each time, with abandon, wanting more. His hand came to her clit. With gentle pressure, she rolled her hips forward. Her skin tingled, her sex clenching, coiling in a hot rush that catapulted her into orgasm, careening her right into heaven.
His hips surged up off the bed. “Fuck yeah,” he muttered, his face contorted. His erection felt impossibly bigger, swelling with his erratic thrusts as he shook with the force of his pending orgasm.
Arms came around her and she folded down to lie on top of him, cradling him inside of her as he shook and shook. Only after he settled did she push up to look at him.
His erection softened some, but they stayed joined. Like her, he enjoyed the connection, the slowness of not having to draw out too soon.
They rested like that, she on top, he on the bottom, their hearts beating steady.
Completely relaxed again, Kyran wedged the covers out from under them, slipping out. He removed the condom and settled back next to her.
“Come here, Anna,” he encouraged, putting the pillow back behind her head.
She stretched like a contented cat. Kyran kissed her before turning her onto her side, his arm at her hip tugging her so he could spoon close against her back. Just like that, she closed her eyes, smiling, content, feeling tired and loved.
———
Kyran woke to Anna’s sweet ass pressed against his cock.
Unaware of the time, he saw it was dark. After they’d made love, they’d fallen asleep. He’d gotten up once to pee, brush his teeth and turn off the lights around the house.
Climbing back into bed with her had been easy, a comfort he didn’t want to give up anytime soon. Anna had nestled right back against him. She’d woken sometime later and gone to the bathroom. She smelled minty when she returned and fell back to sleep.
He’d worn her out. Fuck, she’d worn him out too. Sleeping with her afterward was nice. But Anna was subtly rubbing his erection.
“Anna,” he whispered, testing to see if she was awake.
“Hmm,” she mumbled back.
Feeling himself grin, he pushed the covers down and nudged his penis into the vee of her crotch. He didn’t enter, kept his hips gently pumping. “Feel that, love? Feel my bare cock against your pussy.”
“Mhm.” She liked it, rolling her hips with his short thrusts. His cock head notched her clit.
As much as he wanted her, he wouldn’t do it bare until she was ready. Right now, this was what he could give her. His cock between her folds, sliding against her pussy, but not breaching it, she trusted him to give her this.
Anna’s hand slipped between their joined thighs, her fingers wrapping around his cock head. On his thrust, she squeezed the helmet, his shaft dragging against her clit on the backstroke. He shifted closer, pushing against her warm ass, his balls pressed against her rosy hole.
“Play with my breasts,” she breathed harshly.
He kissed the back of her neck, nibbled
the muscle along her collarbone. Sucking her skin, his left hand found her gorgeous tits. Erect nipples prodded his palms. He squeezed her, his index and middle fingers pinching like nipple clamps.
“Mhm, Kyran,” she muttered, appreciating what he was doing.
It didn’t surprise him. Anna liked the sharper bite of pleasure when it came to her raspberry-pretty nipples. They needed a lot of attention. Kyran was up to the task.
His cock was big enough to poke up between her thighs. Her hand worked him out. She let go once, dipped her fingers into her pussy then coated his cock with it. Easing the friction to keep from chafing him, she tightened her fist, her palm a glove of hot skin and cream.
“Come, baby, come,” she implored, pumping him good.
Holy fuck, this woman could get him off like nothing he’d expected. Thrusting into her harder, he loved the way his cock filled her as his balls slapped her sweet ass, but he needed more. He flipped her over to lie face down on the bed. Anna naturally arched her hips to leave an opening wide enough for him to find.
Kyran climbed on top, intentionally pushing her butt down ’til her pussy lips kissed his cock. Like that, he thrust his hips in and out. His penis slid between her vulva and the soft bed sheets, his effort to keep her ass down forcing her clit to rub against the bed.
It was curiously sexy to fuck her without being inside her. The feel of her wet folds and tightening thigh muscles drew him to saw faster. Anna gave back thrust for thrust, grinding herself against his cock and mattress.
“Kyran!” she roared like a lioness, bucking back, taking what he gave. “I want you inside me, now!”
“Can’t yet,” he soothed. “Take me like this.”
Anna lifted, making him rear back and plunge hard between her labia and clit. Finally she ground herself into him, her cum drenching him. Her cries echoed to the ceiling.
“Fuck, sugar, fuck,” he shouted, his head back, shoulders quivering. His balls drew inward, his hips pulsing. Release unstoppable, hot spurts jetted out, coating her thighs and the sheets.
Spent from their efforts, he collapsed over her. His heart pounded like he’d run ten miles. Anna, god she was perfect, kept trembling, moaning into the pillows.
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