14. Talon

"My very own version of Little Red Riding Hood," I say quietly into the bedroom. When I walked into the house, it was quiet, almost too quiet, as in Kelsey wasn't here like she told me she would be. Her bag and shoes in the living room told me another story. I moved through the house until I made it here. There Kels lies, asleep, with no sign of waking up. Hell, the covers aren't even pulled down. She's on top of the comforter, and there's a throw blanket tossed over her body. I move closer, realization hitting me that there's a pile of clothes near the dresser.

"Siren." My ass meets the mattress, hand slipping beneath the cover, meeting bare thigh. Jesus, she's so damn beautiful it hurts. I sit back, waiting to see if she can sense my presence like I can hers. It's clear as day my woman is slap worn out. Neither of us can keep our hands off one another. The minute we're both in the same place and behind closed doors, all bets are off. Clothes are dropped to the ground, and one of us is on our knees for the other. When Kels has her mouth wrapped around my cock, my hand fisting her hair, it's damn near impossible not to blow my load like a pre-pubescent teenager. I hold back every single time. My woman is going to get hers before I get mine. I'm a gentleman that way. Either way, foreplay turns into me fucking her on any available surface, and I'm pretty sure in the past few days, we"ve christened every room in one form or the other.

"Mmm," she mumbles as my hand slides higher. I'm met with her flesh instead of shorts or underwear. Damn, she's got nothing on except my shirt.

"Wake up, Kelsey. You want this to go any further, I'm going to need your pretty eyes." Maybe we'll tap into me taking her while she's asleep one day. That's a conversation for another day, though. I watch as her lips tilt up slightly, eyes opening and closing. "There's my siren. You want my fingers or my mouth?"

Kelsey's legs move back and forth, spreading wider, back bowing upward to get me where she wants me. Too bad I'm not going to give her what she wants until I'm graced with her blue eyes. There's something about fucking your woman with your hands, mouth, or cock, and while you're doing what she needs, your eyes are locked on another, your attention is solely on hers, and hers is solely on yours.

"Both." She finally gets with the program, and in doing so, Kelsey flings the throw blanket off her.

"Is that so? Are you sure you're not too tired?" I already know the answer she gets off every time I tease, verbally or with my touch.

"I'm never too tired for you, Talon." A touch of sleep is laced through her voice, but I've got her right where I want her. I move, stomach to the mattress, hands going to the cheeks of her ass, and she manages to spread her legs wider. Jesus, this woman does it for me.

"That's a good thing, siren, because I've got a thirst only you can quench." I dip my head, smelling her wetness. My mouth waters at what I'm about to have beneath me.

"Talon don't make me wait." Her feet dig into my back, spurring me on, and I make it my mission to take my time tongue-fucking her.

"Siren," I say with warning. I'm going to take my time. Building up her orgasm is the best part of having Kelsey beneath me.

"Fuck," she groans, dragging the cuss word out as I lick her slit from clit to ass. Her hands go to my head, pulling at my hair, and I'm sure she's going to try and foil my plans. Good fucking luck. I'm going to make this last all damn night. My lips wrap around her clit while I slide two fingers inside her tight-as-hell cunt, and I don't stop, not even when she comes. I'm going to fuck her through one orgasm after the other. I'm not going to stop until she begs for mercy. Never in my life did I think walking into my house and seeing her in my bed would wake up a piece inside of me. Kelsey Rae Taylor did, though, and I'm never going to take it for granted.