26. Sam

26

SAM

"Love ain't blind; that sucker's got twenty-twenty vision." ~ Archie "Witty" Whitlock

I was taking my time, leisurely kissing Kenna in her most intimate place, when she pushed up to a sitting position. After placing one more kiss on her feminine folds, I straightened back up. As I did, her hands reached out and grabbed at my shirt, tugging it up. I assisted her, pulling it over my head. As soon as it was off, I pushed my sweats down my legs with my boxer-briefs and stepped out of them.

When I was completely undressed, I stood back up, buck-naked, in front of Kenna. I watched as her eyes roamed up and down my body with a greedy glint in them. My body tingled everywhere her gaze fell. I could feel it like a physical touch. It was something I'd never experienced before.

"I lied before," she whispered as she drank me in.

My heart slammed into my chest. What had she lied about? Were she and Jonah more than friends? Was she going to see him again?"

"You did?" I asked, ignoring the lump in my throat.

"Yes." She nodded. "I do have one regret about last night."

I stood there, waiting for her to elaborate, still not sure I was out of the woods. What if she said the regret she had was that her first time had been with me and not Jonah?

Why did I keep thinking about Jonah Fucking Walsh? The guy had really gotten in my head. I'd never been worried about another man before. But maybe that's because I'd never actually cared before.

"What?" I finally asked when she didn't continue. "What do you regret?"

"I wanted to touch you. All of you."

Fuck. The way she said it, the innocence and seduction in her tone, nearly undid me. All of the blood in my body felt like it rushed to my erection as she ran her hands along my chest and down lower to my torso. The tips of her fingers grazed my abs as she leaned forward and peppered kisses down my neck and onto my shoulder.

I'd been touched, kissed, and fucked by my share of women, but it had never felt like this before. This was so much more than what was happening between us physically.

Being with Kenna did not compare in any way to being with someone else. It was like the difference between tee ball and the major league. Sure, they were both technically the same game, but the level at which they were played was completely different. I wasn't sure if it was like this with her because I was in love with her, or if it was because we shared a bond that had nothing to do with anything physical that was so strong and it increased the potency of our intimacy, or if it was just because we were compatible in that department.

Maybe it was all three; I didn't know. But I did know I never wanted this night to end. I wanted to stay here, with Kenna, just like this. I didn't want the real world to pop the bubble that we were floating in.

Her exploration continued south, and I felt her palm glide along my shaft before her fingers curled around it. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see how hot she looked as she took her time discovering my body. I tried to distract myself and think about anything other than how good her touch felt. I tried to block out the sweet sounds of her breath, growing shallower and shallower with each second that passed. I tried not to notice the intoxicating aroma of her citrus shampoo mixed with the natural pheromones of her release. I tried not to taste the tangy sweetness of her come on my tongue.

All of my efforts were in vain. She consumed me. She owned every single one of my senses. But I was still giving it the old college try. I was doing okay until she began to stroke me up and down, clenching me tightly in her hand, then cupping her palm and molding her touch to my body as she went up and over my engorged head. The tip of my dick was very sensitive, and she was playing with fire.

With ninja speed, I reached between us and grabbed her wrist. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to come."

Her eyes lifted to mine, but she didn't release her grip.

"Isn't that the point?" she asked.

"I'd rather do it inside of you."

I could see that she was considering what I said. Did she want to continue touching me, or did she want me inside of her? If this was Jeopardy, the "Think!" theme music would be playing while she considered her answer. I saw the exact moment she made her decision. I loved that I knew what was going on in that beautiful head of hers. I might not know what she decided, but I knew that she had decided.

"Okay, but…" Her words trailed off as she closed her eyes and licked her lips nervously, which nearly shattered the tiny shred of self-control I had. When her eyes opened, she asked, "Can I put you inside of me?"

" Fuck yes ," I whispered beneath my breath through clenched teeth.

Just when I thought she couldn't turn me on anymore, she managed to. My shaft swelled in her grip, and I saw her eyes widen.

"You better do it fast," I warned her.

She nodded and looked down between our bodies. I watched the concentration on her face as she lined us up. My hands fisted at my sides. When the head of my cock touched her pussy, she gasped. Then she began to use my tip to rub her clit.

"That feels good," she whimpered.

"Yeah, it does."

Seeing her use my body to bring herself pleasure was pushing me even closer to the edge. Not able to stop myself, I reached out and cupped her bare breasts in my hands. Using my forefinger and thumb, I pinched and teased her nipples.

"Do you remember when you came to my room the night after the Christmas Festival?" she asked through heavy pants.

It was only a few days ago. I was doing everything I could not to come right now, and she was asking me about the Christmas Festival. This girl never ceased to surprise me.

"Yeah."

"And you showed me how to make a girl come by fingering her."

"Yeah." Is that what she wanted me to do? I'd done it last night. Maybe she wanted me to do it again.

"Well, it turned me on. A lot." She managed to get out through ragged breaths. "After you rolled over and went to sleep, I reached my hand between my legs and touched myself. While you were lying next to me, I was thinking of you touching me."

"Fuck." I groaned as my cock throbbed heavily. "Did you come?"

"Yes," she panted as her belly began to tremble, her head fell back, and her back arched.

Not able to wait another second, I pushed inside of her with one powerful thrust as she came apart. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held onto me. Her nails dug into my skin as I held her hips and drove into her again and again. Within just a few pumps, a burst of dizzying pleasure exploded in me. My hands gripped her hips tightly as I sank into her once more, deeper than I'd gone before, and I grunted against her neck as I poured my seed into her body.

There was something so different about sex without protection. Even though we weren't doing it for procreation, it made me think of all the things I'd never allowed myself to do. Visions of me getting on one knee and asking Kenna to be my wife. Her walking toward me in a white dress and veil. Her belly growing with our baby inside of her. Her giving birth with me beside her, encouraging her and giving her ice chips.

An entire life, a future that was everything I'd ever wanted, played like a movie of memories in my head. They felt like flashbacks, but from the future, like flashforwards. Emotion welled up in me as I buried my head in Kenna's neck and held her tightly, not ready to let her go. I was still inside of her. Her inner muscles were quaking in aftershocks.

Her hands were running up and down my back as she caught her breath. The hot air fanned against my neck as she asked, "Can we do that again?"

I sniffed back the emotion that was overwhelming me as I playfully swatted her backside. "I created a monster."

She chuckled, and the sound of her laughter infused my bloodstream. The sound had my heart contracting painfully in my chest. This woman was going to kill me, but at least I'd die happy.