Like I'm important.
Like I’m something sexy and desirable.
“Fuck yeah. You're amazing, Firecracker. Got me so fucking hard for you, and it's been minutes,” he growls and fists that hard part of him jutting out from between his legs proudly.
He seems to have no qualms about showing me exactly how he feels.
And I am so here for it.
My body heats.
I gaze at him, and I rise to my knees.
This time I want to show him what he does to me, too.
This time I want to be in charge.
“Firecracker,” he growls.
He sits on the bed and scoots back so he’s leaning against the headboard, his legs spread out in front of him.
All the while his hand is on his cock—that big, beautiful, thickly veined thing.
And I feel so damn empty without him inside of me.
I crawl to him.
My prize locked in my sight.
I lean over enough so my breath warms his skin.
Kai hisses.
“What are you doing?” he whispers, and his voice is so sexy, I’m already dripping with want.
“If you don’t know, I’m doing it wrong,” I whisper, then I snake my tongue out and lick along his inner thigh.
“Fuck,” he groans and his hand reaches out, cupping my head as I push his legs apart and lick him from his balls to the tip of his gorgeous cock.
I do it again, and again.
Then, I take him inside my mouth, and I suck long and hard.
“God, you’re so fucking good at that. Oh shit, Mary,” Kai groans, thrusting his hips.
His cock bumps against the back of my throat and I gag a little, but I’m so turned on I don’t want to stop.
“Hang on a second, Baby. Want your pussy in my mouth,” he growls and lifts my head.
Then he lays down and taps his chest.
I pause, uncertain.
Now, I’m a big girl and I’ve never done anything like this successfully with a man.
But there is something about Kai that gives me confidence.
Something about his need, his desire, that makes me want to be the kind of woman who believes in herself enough to ride a man’s face without worry.