Chapter 31

Mason

Kenna's legs stayed tightly wound around me, her short dress bunched at her waist. Her damp panties pressed against me with a heat that seemed to radiate through my clothes. My hands were eager, drawn to the source of her warmth. I longed to explore every inch of her body, to savor the taste of her desire.

"Fuck me," she whispered, her lips still on mine.

The command was so unlike her that my primal instincts took control.

I ripped off her delicate lace panties.

"Those were my favorite!" she squealed. But the mischievous smile she wore on her lips told me she didn't mind sacrificing her panties.

"I'll buy you more," I promised her as I released my hard cock that had been straining against my zipper.

Holding her up with one arm, I traced the outline of her, teasing her clit with the tip of my cock. As soon as I felt her wet heat against me, all restraint vanished. With a relentless hunger, I pushed deep inside her, barely allowing her time to adjust before thrusting even further.

Her back slammed against the wall, and she gasped in response. I slowed to check on her, and she began writhing on my cock.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Fuck me."

The feeling of her tightness gripping me while she commanded me was fucking intoxicating.

She could have told me to do anything, and I would have done it.

When my thumb found her swollen clit, her grip around my neck tightened. She moved on my cock with increased enthusiasm, meeting my thrusts with her own. Her breath came in ragged gasps. I could feel the intensity building within her. With each thrust, I went deeper, and my vision began to blur.

"Tell me, Kenna. Are you a good girl?" I asked, and she barely responded.

No praise kink detected.

"Or, are you a bad girl?" I growled.

Her pussy convulsed around my cock in response. A wail of pleasure escaped from her lips as she threw her head back.

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

Her spasms sent me over the edge, milking my cock.

"Fuck," I said as we melted to the floor.

With a quick, panicked movement, she pulled her dress down to cover her exposed skin. I sat there, my pants still unzipped and halfway down, my cock on display.

"Take off your dress," I commanded.

"What?" Kenna asked with a giggle.

I removed my pants the rest of the way and started unbuttoning my shirt.

"Give me a second, and I'll take it off for you," I said.

She cocked her head to the side, "Why would we need to get undressed?"

"Because we're taking a shower," I explained. "Unless you'd prefer the towel method. I will retrieve one if you would like."

"No," she laughed. "I'd like a shower."

I stood, naked as I was on the day I was born, and scooped Kenna into my arms.

"I can walk, you know," she laughed.

"Then I didn't do my job properly," I responded.

She kissed the tip of my nose. "Oh, I can promise you that you did," she whispered.

When we reached her bathroom, she hopped out of my arms and struggled with the zipper on the back of her dress.

"I can help, you know," I reminded her.

She turned her back to me, a silent plea for me to help. My hands moved slowly, caressing her skin as I unzipped the dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. Her strapless bra remained as the last barrier between us. With a steady hand, I unhooked the clasp. My hands quickly took the place of the garment. As my thumbs traced her stiff peaks, a familiar heat stirred within me.

With one seductive look back at me, Kenna stepped into the shower.

I stepped in behind her, the steam enveloping us and casting a dreamlike haze. The hot water cascaded down our bodies as we leisurely washed each other. Our hands moved over slick skin, exploring every curve and dip, savoring each touch.

"Can I wash your hair?" Kenna asked.

"Sure," I said.

I leaned down for her, knowing she'd never be able to reach my hair otherwise. She began lathering a girly-smelling shampoo in my hair, her nails gently scraping my scalp.

The sensation of someone's fingers running through my hair, slowly and methodically, was foreign to me. It was indescribable, a weightless feeling that enveloped my entire being.

"Your hair is beautiful," Kenna's sweet voice brought me back to Earth.

I took her face in my hands and kissed her lips, "You are beautiful."

After we wrapped ourselves in towels, Kenna took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Stepping inside, I was met with the epitome of a girly room. From an accent wall with palm leaf wallpaper to her bright pink bed with a gazillion fluffy pillows, the space exuded her personality.

"Oh no!" Kenna squealed. "I don't have anything you can wear!" Her eyes bulged in concern as she turned to me.

I loved how her expressions always gave away her emotions. Whether she was feeling down, happy, or enthusiastic, her eyes portrayed it all.

"I don't need clothes," I told her as I let the towel fall to the floor.

"Then neither do I," she said, letting go of her own towel.

My hands instinctively moved to her breasts, rolling her sensitive points between my fingers. A small moan fell past her lips, and my mouth quickly moved over hers, claiming her noises.

Kenna gasped when my palm found the sensitive area between her legs.

"Lay down for me," I told her.

Her eyes told me she was hesitant, but she did it.

"Spread your legs," I commanded.

She slowly opened her legs, and a faint blush appeared on her face as she did so.

I crawled between her thighs, my shoulders nudging her legs further apart. My mouth was being pulled to her clit like a magnet. When my tongue swirled around her sensitive nub, she squirmed in response.

But she was so quiet.

"Do you like this?" I asked her, my mouth hovering over her heat.

Her knees dropped open even more, encouraging me. When I didn't move, her hands grasped my still-damp hair, pulling me closer to her heat.

She was silently begging me.

I drove two fingers into her, pumping them while my tongue massaged her clit.

"Tell me what you want, Kenna."

My thumb replaced my mouth, applying more pressure, while my fingers danced inside her. Her nipples puckered, begging to be sucked. The second my lips came into contact with her tight buds, Kenna's hips bucked wildly off the sheets.

"Oh, my—" Kenna began, but she couldn't get any words out. Her moans filled the room, her pussy tightening around my fingers while she rode her wave of pleasure.

"Thank you," she giggled. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment once again, but she had nothing to be embarrassed about.

"Are you thanking me for giving you an orgasm?" I laughed.

"More than one this evening," she corrected me. "And, yes."

"You have to stop thanking me," I reminded her.

When she pulled me to her and kissed me like her life depended on it, I knew I was a goner.