breaking the kiss,
she stared up into those stormy gray eyes.
“Suck
my cock, Lucie. On your knees, baby,” he growled. “I want to feel that sweet
mouth on my dick.”
The
innocent, inexperienced side of her said she should be offended by his crude
words, not turned on like she was. They’d been down this road before, only Kane
didn’t seem to remember it. She did. Vividly. And truth be told, Lucie wanted
to do anything to please him. His dominance appealed to her on a very basic
level, and she found she was willing to do exactly as he said.
Kane
was demanding, more so than she could have ever imagined, but Lucie felt safe
with him. He wouldn’t force her, she knew that from experience. He somehow
managed to make her want the same things he did just with the deep rumble of
his voice and the scorching heat in his eyes. Whatever power he had over her
was enough to trigger a maelstrom of energy, bright enough and hot enough to consume
her with its intensity.
Lucie
lowered herself to her knees, trailing her fingers across the smooth, hairless
planes of his chest, letting them slide over the contoured ridges of his abdomen
until she was eye level with his beautiful erection. She was eager to touch
him, to taste him, to prove in her mind that what had happened all those years
ago wasn’t a fantasy, but a reality that had rocked her to her very core.
It
wasn’t like she had much experience in the bedroom, or showers as it were, but
based on what she did know, Kane was by far the largest man she’d ever been
with and his cock was in direct proportion with his massive size. Even as she
tried, Lucie was unable to encompass the wide shaft with her fingers, but she settled
on gently stroking him as best she could, memorizing the velvet covered steel
that pulsed in her hands.
Glancing
up at him, she didn’t know what she’d see, but the expression on his face
hadn’t been it. Maybe heat or desire, but not that look of sheer and utter
disbelief as though he couldn’t believe they were doing this any more than she could.
His
eyes met hers instantly, breaking the vulnerability she had witnessed in his
gaze when he twined his fingers in her hair, pulling her to him until the wide crest
of his cock brushed her lips. He was hot in her mouth, his fingers rough on her
scalp, and she welcomed the sensations because they eased the pain in her knees
from being on the hard porcelain of the bathtub.
Being
with Kane was like being close to a wild, untamed animal. She didn’t know what
to expect from him, although she knew from experience, the pleasure would be extraordinary.
His firm demands and his rough touch spoke to a part of her that she hadn’t
known existed. A part of her that ached for him; needed him.
“Ahhh,
Lucie.” Kane groaned as she sucked him in deep, sliding her tongue around the
engorged head, then down the underside as he thrust his hips, forcing his thick
shaft deeper into her mouth.
She
was going to gag, she couldn’t help it. He was too large, too thick, but she
knew it was what he wanted, for her to take all of him. Since that one night,
Lucie had reflected back on the time she’d gone to her knees in his kitchen,
the way he’d thrust hard and fast into her mouth, groaning his pleasure as he
used her just like he was doing now.
She’d
longed to taste his saltiness, smell the musky scent of his sex, feel the warm,
velvet of his cock in her mouth as she eagerly tried to bring him as much pleasure
as possible. With eager anticipation, Lucie gave herself over to him, allowing
him to push deep, sucking him, licking him, consuming him. Being on her knees
was a wickedly hot fantasy that she had never had another opportunity to relive
since him.
“So
fucking good, baby.”
The
term of endearment he used had her heart thumping painfully hard in her chest.
He’d called her that before, and she wondered if he said as much to all of the
women he was with. She hoped not, but with Kane, she knew there had