his hands, finally setting them at her hips, where he could guide her angle, control her speed. He hated having to hold her at all; sitting back and just enjoying the view suited him just fine.
Seeing the sloping arch of her back, the wide-open space between her legs that revealed exactly what she was giving him and where his cock was buried…
He groaned, watching Kinsey slide down until his entire shaft disappeared, her hands braced on his knees for leverage and balance. Her tiny breathy moans had him clenching his gut and slipping one hand between her legs the next time she rose enough to give him the room.
He slid a finger through her wet folds to her cit, fingering the tight knot, testing her response, whether she liked soft and slow or hard and persistent or teasing butterfly flicks.
She liked all of it, judging by the way she pushed against him, ground against him, covered his hand with one of hers and pressed hard.
She cried out, softly at first, then with more volume as her contractions hit. She tightened around him, shuddering as she came, and then he couldn't wait another single second. He unloaded hard and fast, thrusting upward and spilling himself until he was totally empty and spent.
He sank back into the sofa; Kinsey settled on to his lap, turning to face him without ever springing him free. How she managed, he had no idea. But he was glad that she still held him inside.
For a few more seconds, he needed this connection. He needed it more than he'd thought he could need anything from a woman. No. Anything from Kinsey .
And it was his Kinsey-specific need that made it hard to let her go.
Made it hard to admit that he wasn't ready to go. Made it hard to know if he ever would be.
* * *
Kinsey pulled her bathrobe back up on to her shoulder and jabbed her fork into her salad. She was famished; earlier, she'd been too edgy to eat. Dessert first was a policy she'd have to adopt. At least when dining on Doug.
Dining on Doug.
She liked the sound of that, and she had certainly enjoyed the reality. "Mmm," she moaned around a bite of chicken. "I don't know why I was so worried. This is actually pretty good."
One of Doug's brows winged up as he looked at her over his glass of wine. "I thought you said you weren't worried."
"Did I?" she asked in all innocence.
"Yes. You did."
"Hmm," she hedged, ignoring his laugh at her lie. "Well, maybe I was a bit. But now I'm thinking I'd like to do this more often." She reached for another slice of chicken breast. "You can be my guinea pig. At least for as long as you're here."
She hated adding that last part, but she had to face that one round of sexual Olympics was not going to convince him to continue calling Houston home. One round hadn't even convinced her that she wanted him to stay.
Or so she deluded herself into thinking.
"I'm definitely game." Doug reached over to drizzle papaya glaze onto her chicken. "On one condition."
"What's that?"
He paused, waited until she looked up from cutting her chicken before dropping his bomb. "That you'll serve dessert first every time."
He was so incredibly cute when he teased her. She loved that they were so comfortable together already that neither one of them hesitated to speak their mind.
After they'd showered and dressed and reheated the food, he'd made sure that his chair and hers were as close to the same corner of the square table as possible.
The result had been a lot of bumped knees and a very crowded table, but Kinsey adored him for wanting to keep her near. "Sex does rather stir up the appetite, doesn't it?" She suppressed a grin while cutting her food. "I kinda like the idea of dessert first."
"Kinsey." Doug's eyes flashed as he pulled his chair even closer. "Don't tease me like that unless you mean it, darlin'."
"Why, Doug Storey." She swirled a bite of chicken through the puddle of glaze. "When have you ever known me to say something I didn't mean?"
"Sixteen months ago on the veranda of Coconut Caye
Seeing the sloping arch of her back, the wide-open space between her legs that revealed exactly what she was giving him and where his cock was buried…
He groaned, watching Kinsey slide down until his entire shaft disappeared, her hands braced on his knees for leverage and balance. Her tiny breathy moans had him clenching his gut and slipping one hand between her legs the next time she rose enough to give him the room.
He slid a finger through her wet folds to her cit, fingering the tight knot, testing her response, whether she liked soft and slow or hard and persistent or teasing butterfly flicks.
She liked all of it, judging by the way she pushed against him, ground against him, covered his hand with one of hers and pressed hard.
She cried out, softly at first, then with more volume as her contractions hit. She tightened around him, shuddering as she came, and then he couldn't wait another single second. He unloaded hard and fast, thrusting upward and spilling himself until he was totally empty and spent.
He sank back into the sofa; Kinsey settled on to his lap, turning to face him without ever springing him free. How she managed, he had no idea. But he was glad that she still held him inside.
For a few more seconds, he needed this connection. He needed it more than he'd thought he could need anything from a woman. No. Anything from Kinsey .
And it was his Kinsey-specific need that made it hard to let her go.
Made it hard to admit that he wasn't ready to go. Made it hard to know if he ever would be.
* * *
Kinsey pulled her bathrobe back up on to her shoulder and jabbed her fork into her salad. She was famished; earlier, she'd been too edgy to eat. Dessert first was a policy she'd have to adopt. At least when dining on Doug.
Dining on Doug.
She liked the sound of that, and she had certainly enjoyed the reality. "Mmm," she moaned around a bite of chicken. "I don't know why I was so worried. This is actually pretty good."
One of Doug's brows winged up as he looked at her over his glass of wine. "I thought you said you weren't worried."
"Did I?" she asked in all innocence.
"Yes. You did."
"Hmm," she hedged, ignoring his laugh at her lie. "Well, maybe I was a bit. But now I'm thinking I'd like to do this more often." She reached for another slice of chicken breast. "You can be my guinea pig. At least for as long as you're here."
She hated adding that last part, but she had to face that one round of sexual Olympics was not going to convince him to continue calling Houston home. One round hadn't even convinced her that she wanted him to stay.
Or so she deluded herself into thinking.
"I'm definitely game." Doug reached over to drizzle papaya glaze onto her chicken. "On one condition."
"What's that?"
He paused, waited until she looked up from cutting her chicken before dropping his bomb. "That you'll serve dessert first every time."
He was so incredibly cute when he teased her. She loved that they were so comfortable together already that neither one of them hesitated to speak their mind.
After they'd showered and dressed and reheated the food, he'd made sure that his chair and hers were as close to the same corner of the square table as possible.
The result had been a lot of bumped knees and a very crowded table, but Kinsey adored him for wanting to keep her near. "Sex does rather stir up the appetite, doesn't it?" She suppressed a grin while cutting her food. "I kinda like the idea of dessert first."
"Kinsey." Doug's eyes flashed as he pulled his chair even closer. "Don't tease me like that unless you mean it, darlin'."
"Why, Doug Storey." She swirled a bite of chicken through the puddle of glaze. "When have you ever known me to say something I didn't mean?"
"Sixteen months ago on the veranda of Coconut Caye
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