Kid

It’s a hard kiss.

One filled with nothing but sweet, torturous pain.

Our teeth press together beneath our lips, the roughness to our connection present. Her breaths are frantic. I grab the back of her neck, opening her mouth with my tongue, plunging it in to find hers, needing the contact of our mouths deeply intertwined.

The kiss ignites the fire burning between us all over again. There’s chemistry here. Real, substantial, physical chemistry that’s deeper than anything palpable.

Her hands are both firmly around my neck now, clutching onto me, holding on to the last bit of control she feels she still has. I grab for the hem of her shirt, attempting to lift it off of her. She releases her hold on my neck in order to lift her arms to allow it off, separating our kiss only for a second before finding my lips again.

I cup her breasts in my large hands, moaning into her mouth at their softness. Her skin beneath my touch feels too good. Finding her aroused and erect nipples, I gently pinch them between my fingers. She throws her head back at the sensation, crying out in sweet little moans, so I pull them harder, twisting them as I do it, seeing she enjoys the pain mixed in with the pleasure.

She kisses me like it pains her, but she loves the hurt, lives for the torture. Her fingers wrap around my neck again, softer this time, as our lips glide across each other’s. Our tongues toy with one another’s, exploring the depths of each other’s mouths, the feeling arousing both of us.

I pull her hips into me, rubbing her along my erection that’s pressing tightly against my jeans. Her breaths are frantic as I continue rolling her hips over me. My hands find their way down to her ass, guiding her along the length of my hard shaft.

“Han,” I whisper against her lips, dipping my head down and apart from her lips.

I don’t even know why I say it, I’m not trying to stop this, but something about it feels entirely different to me. Something inside of me is begging to get some clarity. I think it’s my heart, the one I didn’t think I had anymore. It’s coming to life in her presence, and I don’t know what to do with that.

“Shut up, Kid,” she begs between kisses, almost knowing where I’m going. “Just please, shut up.”

I pull back, looking up at her with a longing gaze. Her black hair is framing her perfect little face, that little forehead wrinkle between her brows present. She’s worried I’m going to stop this. Worried that whatever is happening between us is as complicated as it appears to be becoming. So worried that I can’t stop it, I pull her back to my lips, giving her what she needs. At least for today.

She kisses me back, her tongue ring softly gliding against the underside of my tongue, making my dick twitch, before pulling back to catch her breath. She pushes herself up and off of me, unbuttoning her denim shorts. I lean forward, grabbing for the edge of them and assisting her in pulling them down her soft legs as we stare at each other. She stands before me in only a tiny pair of lace underwear.

I can’t help but take in all of her, my eyes tracing her every curve of her tight little stomach that tells me she gets her workout from the waves. And her beautifully tattooed and tanned skin that tells me the sun loves her just as much, if not more, than the ocean.

She hooks her thumbs under her underwear, slowly dragging them down her thighs, kicking them off, until she stands naked before me. I swallow at her beauty, my lips parting as I attempt to catch a breath, feeling entirely unworthy of it.

Typically, this circumstance would have women covering themselves, feeling shy, or embarrassed, but not her. Not Han. If anything, she becomes more confident stripped physically before me, as if she can finally breathe. If only I could get her to that same mentality when it comes to the depths of her mind, slowly pull down the material hiding her deepest, darkest secrets and desires, the stories that make up this wonder before me.

She places her foot on the edge of the couch, bending her knee, literally opening herself up before me. My jaw hits the floor as she gazes down at me like a queen to a henchman. Reaching out, she runs her fingers through the back of my white blonde hair, grabbing a handful of it firmly and pushing my head forward.

Holy fuck, this chick has balls. Not literally, but shit.

I take the opportunity to do what I want to anyway and curl my hands underneath her opened thighs, gripping onto the flesh of her delicious ass, before kissing the soft skin on her inner thigh. I nip at it, dragging my teeth before soothing the mark with my tongue. Trailing my tongue up even higher, I kiss just above the soon-to-be bruise and repeat the motion, leaving her marked.

I gaze back up at her. Her lips are parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and her eyelids are heavy with lust. She’s totally into it.

Squeezing and pulling my hair tighter, she nudges my head forward more, making me grin. Teasing her is now my new favorite hobby. Fuck, only making her smile, I want to make a life out of teasing her with my tongue.

I grip my fingers into her ass, pulling her forward towards where I’m sitting back against the couch, lifting her leg up and over my shoulder to bring her gorgeous pussy directly to my waiting tongue. She leans forward, bracing her flexible self with her hands on the back of the couch as I lick up the length of her slit.

“Ah, God,” she moans.

I’m gentle with her at first, massaging her clit with a flat wet tongue, before kissing and gently sucking each of her sweet lips between mine. She’s trembling above me as I taste her, lapping it up as she gives it. I bring my two fingers to her entrance, rubbing in small circles. Focusing on her clit again, I suck it gently before dragging my teeth, nipping the sensitive bud at the same time as I slip the two fingers deep inside her.

She cries out, grabbing a handful of hair at the back of my head again as she almost collapses above me.

“Fuck, that feels so good.”

I groan at the tight grip she has on my hair, forcing my face to do the things she needs. I continue working my fingers inside of her, flicking my tongue against her sweet bundle of nerve endings, alternating between a forceful stroke and a soft, almost tickling, lick.

She rides my fingers in the air; her sounds becoming louder as her breaths change into pants, before she lets go of my hair, pushing away from my tongue, removing my fingers from her warm center, leaving me heavy-eyed, wet-lipped, and feeling drunk off lust.

“I’m close, and I don’t want to be,” she explains. “I don’t want it to end yet.”

I cock my brow at her, gripping her harder, not letting her back away.

“Fuck that,” I say before diving back in, my tongue immediately licking up between her sex, flicking that clit as fast as my tongue will allow before sliding those fingers back where they belong.

There’s nothing I love more than eating a woman out. I love tonguing her sweet, pink and swollen clit, aching with need, getting those delicious juices all over my lips, sucking on every part of her until she’s dripping down my chin. I’m a total freak with it. It turns me on like nothing else. My cock is as solid as a rock while I listen to her little whines and whimpers as I imagine fucking her wet little aching hole.

She cries out, gripping my shoulders, piercing into them with her long black nails as I continue the sweet torture she’s withholding, forcing her over the edge. She tightens around my fingers, her pussy pulsating around them in the sexiest fucking way as I continue massaging her sensitive, swollen clit until she comes hard against my mouth.

I lick until she’s literally quivering to get away, the area now too sensitive.

“Oh my God,” she gasps, then takes a deep breath, letting it out as she straddles my lap, leaning against me for support, her body now limp with pleasure.

“I don’t like that shit,” I say, sitting her back, grabbing her chin forcefully to face me.

Her drunken smile turns serious as she studies my eyes for some sort of understanding.

“Don’t ever do that. Not around me,” I demand. “I want you cumming every fucking chance you get. Do you understand me?”

Her smile comes back like it never left as she gazes at me with a new look. I can’t explain it yet, and I wish I knew her well enough to understand it, but it feels like something deeper than what I’ve seen before. She nods, her chin still in my grasp as I gently release her, tucking some hair past her little flushed cheek, behind her ear.

I get the feeling she likes me a little more than she’s letting on. But that feeling, it’s a dangerous one. One that can easily be misperceived.

Suddenly the guy that’s all action no talk, has the desire to push past action into something deeper. Han, however, is still clinging to surface level.

I can only hope she slowly sinks into me.