“Because I’m strong,” she said with a whiny groan, slamming the door shut and kicking off her flip-flops.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” He set the box on the carpet with a thud. “You do not have Slayer strength.”
“Yes, I do. I just don’t have the proper training yet.” She collapsed on the futon he’d been in the process of moving, her legs dangling over the sides of the armrest. “What’s in there? More of your boring old tomes?”
“I’m stunned you even know what a tome is. I thought I was going to have to explain to you that before there were web comics, there were these things made of bound paper with words written on them.” He crouched down and removed
Of Human Bondage
from the box. “See?” He flipped through the pages. “This is what they call a book. Think of it as a very long Twitter update.” He grinned. “Since you’re going for your business degree in a couple of days, I’d like to think this lesson was of great value to you.”
Kimber slapped a palm to her forehead. “Wow, you are so nerdy, I almost can’t believe it.”
He stood and stepped between her legs, which she immediately locked around his waist as he leaned forward over the futon’s arm with a hand on either side of her head. “Then aren’t I lucky you have a thing for nerds,” he murmured before slanting his mouth over hers.
She turned away, giving him her flushed cheek. “Quit it. We’re never going to finish moving you in if we keep taking make-out breaks.”
“Sure we will.” His lips trailed down her neck. “It’ll just take a really long time.”
“Come on, get off me.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back with a moan, giving him access to her collarbone.
Jay laughed. “That was so close to being believable—but you still have your legs around me. Face it, your body is saying this is so on.”
“No, it isn’t.” Kimber giggled as she tangled her arms around him. “Now get back to moving stuff.”
“Okay, I will.” Jay gave her a final kiss and tore himself from her embrace. Then he scooped her off the futon. “First, I’ll move this situation into the bedroom.”
She laughed as he carried her down the hallway, her bare feet bumping into a wall and knocking a picture frame askew while he nearly tripped over the plush panda bear being used as an unnecessary doorstop. When they reached the bedroom, he deposited her in the middle of what was now their bed, just missing crushing Pepperoni, who emerged from the unmade sheets with a look of alarm and raced down the hallway.
“Oh no.” Kimber shook her head. “The cat hates us now.”
“You, maybe. I’ll just give Puddypaws a can of sardines and we’ll be best friends again.” He toed off his sneakers and socks and crawled between her bent, parted legs. “But he’ll have to wait until later. I’m a little busy now.”
He took his time, raising the hem of her shirt to give her bare stomach soft, gentle kisses that were anything but innocent in intent. Kimber relaxed further against the pillows in willful submission and regarded him with heavy-lidded eyes brimming with anticipation. The fact she watched him do this to her, let him do it, hell, even desired it still took him by surprise.
Her shirt inched up her torso to just below the velvety underside of her breasts and he heard her breath catch. He moved upward to place brief, teasing kisses on her lips and nestled between her thighs, hearing her gasp as his hardening cock pressed against her clit through their jeans. He loved that sound, loved always hearing it when he first entered her, followed by her throaty, classic “Oh Gods.” Just the thought of them had him rocking against her as his tongue explored her mouth.
Jay briefly broke away to pull her shirt over her head and kissed her neck, working his way to the tempting skin peeping over the cups of her bra. He teased the top edges of the fabric with his tongue, seeking her nipples, and she writhed beneath him, pushing her hips upward. He tugged her straps off her shoulders and pulled her bra down just enough so he could see her light-pink nipples, already hard and looking so delectable he couldn’t resist tasting her salty skin.
Kimber moaned and locked her ankles behind him, and he kept at his slow, torturous pace, having found she enjoyed being teased and made to wait. He transferred his attention to her other nipple, alternating between sucking, flicking it with his tongue, and grazing the peak with his teeth.
She squirmed against him, an airy moan sounding in the back of her throat as her hands traveled up his back, beneath his shirt, feeling her way along his spine. She lifted the shirt as far as she could, forcing him to pause and take it off. This granted her the opportunity to wriggle into a position on top. The sight of her with just-rolled-around-in-the-sack hair, pouty lips, and her nipples still peeking over her bra made his mouth go dry.
Kimber kneeled over him, her hands on his bare chest, and gave him a sexy smile. “Oh, dear, look at this. I’m on top now. How did this happen?”
His response died in his throat as his hands traveled up and down the bare skin of her stomach, her sides, her back, unable to get over how unbelievable she looked. At that moment he didn’t care how any of this happened, only that it had.
She straightened and unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts. Then her hands drifted to her jeans’ button fly, but there she paused. “Should I do the honors or do you want to unwrap your present yourself?”
With zero hesitation, he sat up and pulled Kimber’s hips toward him, undoing her fly with his teeth as she whimpered and tangled her fingers in his hair. He nipped the sensitive area around her belly button, his hands peeling her jeans down her hips as he moved his mouth to the top edge of her ridiculously hot lace hipster panties. Then he reenacted the move he’d learned from Brad the day he’d seen his neighbor and Taryn make love: he nudged Kimber backward, moved from beneath her, and yanked her jeans off the rest of the way.
She laughed. “Damn, that was downright impressive.”
“I got skills. Recognize.” He shrugged, feigning nonchalance as he rubbed her unbelievably soft legs, his heart hammering away. He craved a glimpse of her cunt, all pink, hot, and wet.
Kimber propped herself up on her elbows and nudged his shoulder with her foot. “What other kind of skills you got?”
It was the perfect segue, and he knew she knew it. Horny to the point where he couldn’t dream up a witty comeback, he bent over and lapped at the crotch of her panties, tasting how wet she already was. Breathy moans spilled from her mouth as his tongue fluttered over the lacy fabric, the sounds numbing his brain and destroying his ability to think of anything but making her come. Encouraged by her needy whimpers, he paused only to tear her panties off, then his mouth was on the pink pearl of her clit, sucking softly and drawing wet circles over the sensitive bud.
She bucked toward his face, her legs over his shoulders and her heels digging into his back. He probed her entrance with his tongue, her scent and taste driving him crazy, turning him primitive. He lifted his gaze to her face, looking for an indication she felt the same, and his heart paused. Kimber watched him, her dewy courtesan’s lips parted as she wore that sexy, stormy expression she always had when she was close. But also, she regarded him with total awareness, total consent, total passion. A knot formed in his throat and he moved up her body to kiss her, unable to believe such a day had finally arrived.
“Mmm.” Kimber’s cunt pressed against his bare stomach, making him grit his teeth. “Are we done with this whole foreplay business? Can I just get right to fucking you?”
Jay rolled off her and onto his back with an exaggerated sigh. “I guess, if you have to.” His entire body was dying for her to mount him.
Kimber giggled and sat beside him with her legs folded under her like a geisha, undoing his belt and jeans. He kicked free of them, rendering him as naked as she was. Then she slung one leg over him, straddling him, and he clutched her thighs, forcing himself not to thrust up inside her already.
She gave him a few slow strokes then guided him in her cunt, moaning all the way down. Jay’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. The decision to give up condoms and get Kimber on the pill had been a phenomenal one. Her cunt clutched him like a slick fist and he stifled a groan. Could this ever get old?
Jay opened his eyes and his breath hitched at the sight of her riding him, the sunlight spilling in from the open window and over her bare skin, her fingers digging into his chest, his cock glistening as it disappeared inside her cunt. He became lightheaded, and the sounds they both made echoed through the room. “Holy fuck.” The words came out as a whoosh as curls of rosy pleasure snaked through him.
Her gaze met his as she swiveled her hips, making him bite his lip. “What?”
“This. You. Me. Us.” He shook his head and laughed, embarrassed by the lusty fog in his brain that made him so inarticulate. She was turning him stupid with arousal. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
She gave a throaty giggle. “Yeah, it’s pretty sweet.”
Suddenly needing more body contact and control, he flipped them over so he was on top and slammed inside her, making her cry out. He drove into her at a deep, even pace, trying not to let her moaning his and God’s name in his ear push him over the edge.
She let out one last groan and came apart in his arms, her short fingernails raking over his shoulder blades and her cunt contracting around his cock, signaling permission for and bringing about his own climax.
“Yay,” Kimber said with a happy sigh, hugging Jay and giving his cock, still inside her, a private squeeze. “That was fun.”
“I agree.” Jay rolled off her and flopped on his back, panting toward the ceiling. “Good work.” He extended his hand toward her, like they were business associates, and she gave it a single, firm shake before burying her face in his neck with a giggle. In turn, he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her to him in a way that made her squeak like a dog’s wheezy plastic newspaper. He could feel himself grinning like a fool and couldn’t think of any other time in his life when he felt so impossibly complete and at peace.
Then came a pounding on the other side of the wall.
“Woo! Way to go, guys!” came the sound of Taryn’s voice. “From what I hear, moving day is going pretty well.”
“Taryn!” said a shocked male, presumably Brad. “Leave the neighbors alone. They’re just having fun.”
“We sure are.” Jay sat up and gave the wall a noisy high five.
“Oh God.” Kimber hid her face in a pillow with a gasp. “That’s it. Forget moving in. We’re both moving out. How does Canada sound to you?”
“Too cold.” Jay turned her over, forcing her to look at him, and kissed her. “Sorry, but you better get used to it. They’re going to be hearing us—a lot.” A mischievous idea sprung to mind. “But first, you have some explaining to do.”
“I do?”
“That’s right.” He leaned over her to crack open her night table drawer and enjoyed her gasp when he withdrew the magenta vibrator. “How come you never told me about your other live-in lover?”
She clapped a hand over her eyes. “Just when I thought I couldn’t get more embarrassed.”
“Why, because you own a vibrator?” He gave the bottom of the toy a twist and enjoyed how her body jerked as it buzzed to life, a Pavlovian reaction that had a similar effect on him. “That’s not embarrassing, that’s hot.”
“Is it?” Her voice was little more than a whisper and her eyes went shiny with anticipation as he circled one of her hardening nipples with the toy.
He nodded, sucking on his lower lip as he traced a path down her body, the vibrator riding lightly on her skin. He moved between the valley of her breasts to her belly button, her back arching and her stomach caving as he reached her lower abdomen. She closed her eyes and dropped her head back in an act of surrender. It was intoxicating seeing her like this, all naked and spellbound and wanting in her bed. Their bed.
Jay outlined the creases of her inner thighs with the vibrator, Kimber’s every needy whimper threatening to crumble what remained of his self-control. She parted her legs, granting him a view of her shiny, pink sex, and his mouth went dry. Using the tip of the toy, he explored her folds, stroking her clit, probing her dripping entrance but not entering her.
Kimber raised her hips and gripped the pillow beneath her head, mumbling breathy, half-finished commands and words of encouragement. He bit back a smile. He loved her wanting this as much as he did.
Unable to stave off his own needs any longer, he pushed the head of the vibrator inside her, and her breathing became short and choppy with every additional inch that entered her. He twisted the bottom of the toy so it was on the highest setting and angled it, aiming for her G-spot. She shuddered and released a moan so primal it went straight to his already engorged cock. “Oh God.” Her grasp on the pillow intensified, all but wringing the fluff from it.