Chapter 34

34

MERRITT

A part of me felt like this was a dream, and the rest of me feared for when I would have to wake up. We walked in comfortable silence, although we were both moving a little faster. Both of us were eager to get back to my place. I didn’t want to think too hard about what might or might not happen. I knew what I wanted to happen, but I didn’t dare say it.

I wasn’t superstitious but I didn’t want to jinx myself.

When we got back to my place, I walked to the kitchen while he looked around.

I made two drinks and handed him one.

“This is a really nice apartment,” he said.

“Thank you. I like it.”

“How long have you lived here?”

“Almost three years. It took some serious saving.”

“I can imagine,” he said. “Miami isn’t cheap.”

I chuckled, leaning against the counter. “You’re right about that. But it’s worth every penny.”

His gaze swept over me, taking in my bare feet on the tiled floor, my comfortable capris, and the loose shirt I wore. A soft smile flickered across his lips. “You look very much at home here.”

I didn’t know why it mattered so much to me that he approved of my life here in Miami but it did.

“Thank you, I feel at home here,” I said.

We drank our mojitos in silence, savoring the sweet sourness. A gentle summer breeze wafted in from an open window.

“Do you miss Texas?” he asked quietly.

There was a loaded question if I’d ever heard one. “Yes.”

“What do you miss about it?”

I finished my drink and put down the glass before I answered. “You.”

He stared at me for several long seconds. I waited to see what he would say. He put down his glass and then stalked toward me. The look in his eyes was pure fire.

“Do you know how many times I thought of making that very same confession?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yeah. I do.”

He cupped my face and his lips crashed against mine. His taste was unmistakable. His kiss was passionate, hungry, and filled with the same longing I felt. When he pulled back, I could see the raw emotion on his face. It mirrored mine.

Without another word, he took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom.

In the dim light, he undressed me slowly, taking his time. My breath caught in my throat as his callused hands brushed over my skin. He kissed me again, never stopping as he explored every inch of me. My body was on fire for him.

He moaned into the kiss. I knew without a doubt that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. The feeling was intense. It was too much to ask for.

In response, I slid my hands underneath his shirt and ran my fingers along his bare skin. The feel of his muscles flexing under my touch sent shivers down my spine. He broke the kiss and pulled away slightly, looking into my eyes. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too.”

He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside before leaning down again, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, suckling on it softly. My back arched involuntarily and a gasp escaped my lips. “Kannon,” I whimpered out.

His name was a prayer on my lips, begging for more of everything he was giving me. His rough hands found their way down to the waistband of my panties. He slipped them off with ease, then stepped back and looked at me completely naked before him.

“You are breathtaking,” he whispered before bending down to claim my mouth once again. The taste of the mojito on his tongue excited me.

He carefully laid me down on the bed. I looked up at him, appreciating the view of him wearing nothing but his jeans. It only took him a few seconds before he unhooked the button and stepped out of them.

He leaned down over me, kissing me on the lips before pulling away. His kisses trailed down my jaw and then to my breasts. “You’re so beautiful, Merritt,” he murmured against my skin. “I’ve been thinking about this since that night at your house.”

I couldn’t hold back my moan as he teased me, nibbling and sucking on my nipples. It felt so good. He moved down until he was above my pussy. His breath fanned over me, tickling my nerve endings.

“I want you to remember tonight for the rest of your life,” he whispered before shifting to dip his head down and lapping at my folds with his tongue. I screamed out in pleasure.

He lapped at me, teasing and tasting. I couldn’t believe how good it felt.

“Fuck,” I gasped out.

I felt him smile against me before reaching up to massage one breast.

“Kannon,” I groaned.

He chuckled into me before moving up to kiss my sensitive core. His fingers teased my clit as his tongue penetrated deeper.

My hips bucked up into him, wanting more. It felt so good. My walls began to clench around his tongue and fingers as he took me to heaven. I arched off the bed and waves of pleasure crashed over me. He kept licking and sucking at a steady rhythm until my body stopped shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasm. Then he rose from between my legs.

He moved up to kiss me again, leaning into me. His chest heaved as he caught his breath.

“Fuck,” he groaned against my lips. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.”

I could barely catch my breath. “That was amazing.”

He kissed me again, his body heavy over mine, then pulled back just a second. “Condom?”

“It’s fine,” I said. “We’re safe.”

Without further questions, he kissed me and reached between us to guide his cock to my opening. Hot and thick, it parted my lips and pushed in slowly, prolonging the ecstasy. I gasped at the sensation of being filled up. We both let out low groans once he was fully inside me. He didn’t move, just stared down at me.

His hips met mine as he began to move. The pace was slow and steady, each thrust creating a rhythm that matched our breathing. His mouth found its way back to mine once again as he plunged deeper, causing a sharp intake of breath from both of us.

“Damn,” I murmured. “I can’t believe how fucking good it feels.”

He pushed his body up and looked down at me. I traced the muscles in his arms, reveling in the sculpted body.

“Believe it,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Because it’s only going to get better.” He bent down to capture my lips in a tender kiss, sealing us together in more ways than one.

I felt him pick up the pace. His thrusts became more forceful as he found a rhythm that hit me just right. Then he changed angle slightly and stroked a spot that made my toes curl. I gasped and gripped his biceps tightly, digging my nails into his skin. His low growl vibrated through the room.

Just when I thought I was going to hit the orgasm head on, he pulled away and flopped onto his back beside me.

Panic gripped me. “Are you okay?”

He reached for me. “Ride me. I want you to show me what you like. How fast or slow. Deep or just the tip. It’s your turn to be in control.”

His words were just as powerful as his touch. I got on top of him and positioned myself over his naked body, slick with sweat. He eagerly lifted his hips to meet mine, as desperate to reconnect as I was. I lowered myself onto him, impaling myself on his thick throbbing cock. The delicious friction made me shiver.

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I began to ride him. His hands found their way to my hips, guiding my movements. With each down stroke, I felt him grow harder inside me, filling me up to the breaking point.

The head of his cock brushed against my sensitive entrance every time I went down. I moved with a steady pace that felt like a gentle caress covering my whole body at once.

His eyes were glued to me as I glided my hips back and forth. It made me feel beautiful and sexy, allowing me to let loose from my inhibitions. I grinded over him faster, building up the fire between us. The sensual dance of our bodies sent a warm glow through me. His body moved with mine as if we had been doing this for years. His hands never left my hips as I worked his cock like it owed me money.

I leaned down and captured his lips again, claiming him as mine. He was usually the one in control, always dominating everything. It was a powerful feeling to know he was groaning and writhing because of me.

Our tongues danced together.

“Kannon,” I moaned out and planted myself down as far as I could go, taking all of him.

He groaned and thrust up to meet me. “Don’t stop, Merritt,” he growled out against my lips.

My hands moved to his chest and my body arched. I could feel my hair brushing over my lower back as I rocked my body over his. He plunged in deeper and deeper, driving me to madness. Pleasure exploded through my body as he filled me entirely. My fingers dug into his flesh as waves of ecstasy rolled over me.

His heavy groans echoed through the room in harmony with my cries. His hands slipped up to cradle my breasts. His fingers pinched my nipples gently, adding to the pleasure that was already coursing through me.

“Damn, Merritt,” he whispered. His voice trembled with desire that matched my own.

His words spurred me on and I moved faster, grinding onto him and riding him with a desperate need. He met each of my thrusts with his own, his hands moving from my breasts to my hips, gripping tightly as if he couldn’t get enough.

My muscles tensed and pleasure washed over me in waves. Kannon hit a spot deep inside of me and I screamed out his name. My body convulsed and the force of the orgasm knocked me down. I fell across his chest unable to stay upright. Kannon kept moving until he joined me in sweet, sweet ecstasy.

His breath came in hot, heavy gasps against my neck. His heart pounded under my palm, nearly as fast as my own was beating. The room felt suspended in time around us as the aftershocks of our pleasure washed over us in waves. We lay there together, not moving for a long time. When I finally lifted my head to look at him, he was staring back at me with an expression that made my chest tighten.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, remembering the bruises.

He chuckled. “No.”

I moved off of him. My legs felt like jelly. My body was still twitching. He traced a hand gently down my spine, coming to rest at the small of my back. I didn’t think I was tired, but the sex had put me into a state of languidness that made it impossible for me to even move.

I let myself drift on the cloud of bliss I was floating on.