novelxo Chapter 300
Chapter 300
I’m shocked the next morning to see that I wake before Kent. I watched him set the alarm for an ambitious six hours after we fell asleep, which will be in about…five minutes, I see, as I peck at the clock now.
Part of me is tempted to wake him like he woke me yesterday – with my hands on his naked body, touching the secret places I like to touch. But as I study his sleeping face – his brows drawn together even in repose, his full lips slightly parted, his black stubble rough on his jaw and cheeks
I find that the only thing I can really do is…
Well, stare at him.
Christ, I think to myself, shaking my head a little. He’s just… really fucking hot.
And then, almost as if he heard my thoughts, Kent’s shoulders twitch, and then he breathes in a deep breath, and his eyes begin to flutter open.
The first thing Kent does is focus on me as he blinks awake, and I blush as I realize that he’s caught me just…staring at him.
But before I can do anything else, Kent lets out a feral little
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growl and reaches out his heavy arm, wrapping it around me and pulling me close. I give a little shrick that makes him laugh as he nuzzles sleepily against me.
“Now who is the bat,” he murmurs, “who stays up all night, staring at me, obsession in her eyes…”
“Still you,” I say with a yawn, stretching my body against his and then burying my fingers in his thick hair as he begins, again, to kiss my neck, my shoulders, my chest, his stubble rough against my skin and…well, frankly, getting me a little worked up.
“Maybe,” Kent says, lifting his face to mine and looking me for a long moment in the eye before kissing me soundly. Far too soon he pulls away, glancing over at the clock and sighing as he reaches for it before it goes off.
He sits up, then, looking down at me. Studying me. “Are you ready for today, Fay?” he asks, his voice serious. “Do you have a plan?”
“No,” I moan, turning away and burying my face in the pillow. “It’s not today yet if the sun hasn’t come up – it’s still last night
He laughs and pulls the pillow away from me, tossing it to the floor and rolling his body over top of mine, grabbing me by the wrists and pinning my arms above my head. “Well, if it’s still last night,” he murmurs, “that means we’re still on a date. Is this what you want, Fay?”
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And I think my breathing, instantly heavier as his weight pins me down to the mattress, is answer enough.
“What do you want me to do to you, Fay?” Kent murmurs, dipping his head to kiss my neck and then running the broad length of his tongue up the tender skin there, reminding me, intimately, of what he did to me last night.
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I moan a little, not saying anything, letting him figure it out or honestly, letting him do whatever he wants, because it’s all good.
But Kent pulls away and I stare up at him, confused.
“Tell me,” Kent demands, looking steadily down into my face. “How do you want me to fuck you, Fay? Because I’m going to fuck you now, as soon as you tell me how.”
And I gasp a little in surprise at the frank way he states this not that it isn’t working for me, just – I blush and look away, because I’ve never had to do the talking before, and I have no idea what to say –
But Kent moves one hand from my wrist and places it on my cheek instead, turning me back to him. “No. Don’t blush,” he orders, making me look at him. “Tell me what you want.”
I blink anxiously up at him, not knowing –
“Do it, Fay,” Kent orders, flexing his hips hard against me so I can feel him ready for me – however I want him. Then he smirks
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at me, teasing as I give a little gasp. “You had lots to say last night when you were threatening to pour lequila all over my bed
“I did not,” I cut in, frowning at him. “I didn’t say anything -I was all action
“There she is,” Kent growls, pleased to have gotten some words out of me, and he flexes his hips again, making me gasp a little bit more. “Now, use that dirty little mouth to tell me how you want me. Now.”
“Flip me over,” I say, the words falling from my lips before I knew I was thinking them. A hungry little noise echoes in Kent’s chest as he moves the hand from my face and slips it beneath me, grabbing me from behind by my far hip and flipping me over in one quick movement, just as I asked.
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