Chapter 11

Of all thethings Koda should be doing, kissing Marissa shouldn't have made the list. Yet once his mouth touched hers, he wanted nothing else.

She made a good point about his desire for her being a distraction. However, he feared that rather than slake his thirst, one taste and he'd become addicted.

Actually, he knew once wouldn't be enough.

And he no longer cared.

He wanted her, and right now that was all that mattered. His mouth pressed firmly against hers, and she replied by parting her lips, the tip of her tongue teasing. As if that sensual delight weren't enough, she gripped his shoulders, held herself close, the press of her body a titillating delight even with their clothes on.

She had to crane to keep their lips locked, and even then, he had to lean to meet her. His hands cupped her sweet cheeks, using them to lift her higher, giving him better access to her mouth, which meant his tongue could play with hers. A sensual slide of flesh that went well with their already panting breath.

"Take off your shirt," she ordered, the words soft pants against his lips. Her fingers dug at the fabric, and he had to set her down to strip it off. As it cleared his head, he realized she'd removed her own top and stood there in only her bra.

So fucking sexy. He reached out and hooked a strap with a finger, dragging it off her shoulder. Then the other. He tugged the cups down to reveal her breasts, more beautiful than he remembered, the bright berries of them puckering at his regard.

He dragged her back for another kiss, his hands once more using her ass to lift. Her mouth hot and demanding on his. The hard tips of her nipples poking at his chest, a teasing friction that had him eager for a taste. But that would mean breaking off the kiss, and he wasn't ready for that.

Instead, he used his grip on her butt to grind her against him, to press his throbbing cock, confined still in his pants, against her.

Her breath caught, and she growled, "I think it's time we moved to the bed. And lose those pants."

He wasn't about to argue. His pants hit the floor a second before hers. She kept only her panties on as she crawled onto the bed. He just about lost it seeing the waggle of her ass.

When she flipped onto her back and beckoned, he wasted no time joining her. His knees hit the mattress between her parted legs. He leaned over her, mesmerized by her sultry parted lips, the smoldering desire in her gaze.

She reached for Koda and dragged him down for a kiss that just about had him coming. He'd never been so aroused. So needy. He returned the kiss, devouring her mouth, his tongue hot and probing, his lips tugging and suckling, his pleasure emerging in a humming sound he couldn't stop.

When his lips slid from her lips to her ear, she gasped. "Ooh." A sound repeated when he sucked at the sensitive lobe.

He moved down her body, lips brushing the silky expanse of her neck then the curve of her collar bone. He rubbed his face in the valley of her breasts, and she writhed at his teasing touch, her fingers fisting the fabric of the comforter.

Her nipples pointed at attention, two perfect berries for plucking. He couldn't help but suck one.

"Oh." She arched under his caress. Grabbed his head and pushed him to take even more into his mouth. More than happy to comply, he teased her, alternating between her breasts, sucking the nipples, teasing them between his teeth until she writhed and mewled.

Only then did he move lower, his mouth skimming over her belly until he met the edge of her panties. He used only his teeth to tug them down, easing them past her hips and down her legs.

He couldn't help but stare. She didn't cross her legs or cover herself but rather slid a hand down her body and stroked the pink petals of her sex.

Sexiest damned thing ever.

He nestled himself between her legs and kissed the hand that stroked between her lips. Then lapped across her clit. She cried out, and her hand went from teasing to grabbing the comforter. With her all his to enjoy, he licked again and again. Teasing her button, spreading her soft petals that he might dip into the honey seeping from her sex. She tasted so sweet. He wanted nothing more than to make her come against his tongue.

He kept flicking at her clit but also inserted two fingers, hooking them to press against the inner wall of her sex, knowing he found her sweet spot by the way her hips bucked.

His free arm pinned her down, and he worked her. Sucked and lapped at her clit. Fingered her G-spot. Felt her tightening around him until she came hard, uttering a strident cry that made him swell with pleasure.

But he didn't stop. His tongue continued to flick rapidly, and his fingers kept thrusting until he felt her getting tight again. Only then did he rise to a kneeling position between her thighs.

She opened eyes heavy with desire and smiled in a way that made his heart stutter.

She reached for him, and he fell against her, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace while the tip of him pressed against her wet pussy. He slid in slowly and just about came at the tight fit of her.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she groaned into his mouth, "That feels incredible." Her hips wiggled, and he almost lost it.

"You're driving me insane," he grunted as he pushed deeper and she clenched.

"Good," her reply. She nipped his lower lip. "Now stop being so gentle and give it to me."

Her demand drew a heavy groan, but he also obeyed. His hips began to rock, the thickness of his cock snug inside her tight channel, and it suctioned at him as he pushed in and out. But her slick honey made the glide easy. He thrust. Slamming deep until she made a sound then pulling out enough to make her mewl.

His pumping strokes soon had her panting and digging her nails into him. She huffed too hard to kiss, but that was fine because he was doing his best to hold on. Not easy. Her channel squeezed and fisted his cock so tight that each stroke brought a deep shudder. But he couldn't come. Not until she came again.

He thrust faster, their bodies moving in a rhythm that had them both flushed and breathless.

When she came, her sex squeezed him so tight he couldn't hold back.

Didn't want to. He came so hard he left his body for a second.

He collapsed atop her, only for a moment before rolling them so she lay atop his chest.

Where she belonged.

She rested her head against his pec and said nothing. What could they say? Best sex ever? How about this might have been more than a one-time fling?

She's the one.

The problem being how to convince her of that. He had a hard time wrapping his own head around it.

"Well that was fun," she purred against him.

Fun? A transcendent experience and she called it fun!

He might have replied, but a knock at the door interrupted.

Ambrose hollered, "You guys want pizza?"

"Oh hell yeah. Food." Marissa rolled off him, and the intimacy ended.

But there would be another.

He'd make sure of it.