*Kenneth

The day had been agony waiting for this moment—the moment Kenneth had Reese in his arms again.

She pulled off his shirt. He unbuttoned her blouse, fingers fumbling with urgency.

The soft tops of her breasts begged for kisses. It suddenly occurred to him that since she had left her bra on under her unbuttoned shirt that morning, he hadn't seen them.

He had to. Now. It was necessary.

"God, you're so beautiful. Let me look at you," he whispered. Without waiting for permission, he reached to her back to unhook her bra.

She arched away. "Front closure."

His frustration evaporated as she put her hand between her full breasts, and with a twist of her fingers she made one more of his dreams come true. One flick, and pure beauty was before his eyes. A tiny snap, and those gorgeous breasts were free.

He took one of her nipples in his mouth, running his tongue around her puckered skin. She moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. Kissing his way across her breastbone to the other one, he reveled in the tiny noises she made. Noises that should be louder, if he could help it. Her pelvis ground into his, sending a mix of crushed discomfort and uncontrollable desire up through his body.

Slow it down.

"Tell me what you want," he said. This was supposed to be savored as opposed to the frenzy in the breakroom. His dignity depended on making her orgasm at least once and not taking her like a Neanderthal in the living room within two minutes of her arrival.

"Your skin on mine." Hands slithered under his sweater and tee and nails skimmed his back. A second later, his naked torso was against her velvet skin.

Slow.

Fucking hell. She licked his neck up to his jaw and nipped his earlobe. His cock was no longer listening to reason.

Reese yanked on his belt and pants button. He stumbled towards the living room, in the direction of the bedroom, bringing her with him.

They made it three feet, panting and kissing. His straining erection was beginning to throb painfully in his pants. She put her hands on either side of his face to have him look at her.

"Sit on the couch, I have something I want to give you," she said throatily.

"I'm not going to make it much longer, Reese, my bedroom—"

Ignoring his words, Reese put her hand on his crotch, rubbing lightly. The warmth of her hand came through the material and his gut clenched. She unzipped his pants, her eyes on his face the whole time. Carefully, she eased his boxers over his erection and let them fall.

She pushed on his chest, motioning for him to sit. His knees bent of their own will. He took her hand, tangling his fingers in hers to pull him on the sofa with him, but she stayed in front of him.

She went on her knees.

His mouth went dry. "You don't have to do anything for me."

"I know. But I want to."

She closed her wet lips around the tip of his erection and nothing else mattered. She sucked him and stroked his balls, then slid her hand up his shaft. The feeling of her velvet tongue on him, combined with the sweet pressure of her lips, almost made him come instantly like a horny teenager. He clenched his jaw, straining to keep control.

Heat spiraled up through his torso. He took a ragged breath through his teeth and placed a hand on the back of her head, loving the up and down movements. Her black hair was silk to the touch, and he concentrated on it, on how fucking beautiful she was.

"Do you like it?" she asked, pausing. She squeezed his balls, and he thought he would die from the pleasure.

"Don't stop."

She licked him from base to tip before wrapping her full lips around him again. Watching her take him in was hotter than anything he'd imagined. Muscles and tendons tightened. He breathed hard, chest pounding. Spasms hit his cock.

He was going to come. It was too soon.

Not sure what he had done to deserve a blow job, he hated to end it, but he also wanted her. It wasn't enough to have her mouth.

"Reese..." He took her shoulders.

"It's all right. I swallow," she said, misunderstanding his touch. "I want it. I want it all." And she slid her wet mouth over his cock and took him in as deeply as possible.

The words broke his resolve. The feel of her broke his control, and together they broke something sad and solitary inside him. A snap and he was gone.

She wanted him. All of him. She accepted him. The sweet sensation of her wet mouth on him and her hands gliding up and down his erection overwhelmed him, until nothing was left but building heat.

He braced against the back of the sofa, lifting his hips to thrust slow and deep—to fuck her beautiful mouth. She moaned in answer and moved her hands to his rhythm, taking all she could.

Pleasure he had only dreamed of shot through his torso. He rocked in place. The world rocked around him. There was only Reese and the shock of his orgasm as it slammed into him. It carried him and he was lost in its grip. Starbursts flashed in his eyes, there wasn't enough air.

The orgasm slowed and stopped. Taking a deep breath, he loosened his shoulders and the tension in his muscles unwound bit by bit. Reese still held him.

She lifted away from his cock, a grin on her face. In fact, she glowed in triumph, positively proud of herself. "Told you I had something to give you. Where's the kitchen, I need a drink of water."

But she couldn't get away so quickly. He drew her onto his lap, unwilling to let her go for even a minute. Not yet. As she straddled his thighs, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

He must have hit the jackpot that evening. In this position, his cheek was pressed to one breast and he could see the other one. His cock even stirred sluggishly to life. That bastard had waited twenty-eight years to get some action and apparently it intended to make up for lost time. His arms tightened around her waist. He didn't understand what she saw in him, but he wasn't wasting any time with her. Not a single second.

He cupped her ass, firm and shapely, and placed a kiss on her breastbone. Right over her heart. She sighed, rotating her hips and rubbing his cock.

"Do you want some wine?" she offered.

"No. Do you?" He kissed her again and then kissed his way to her nipple. It peaked under his tongue, and he sucked gently.

She whimpered and curled her fingers in his hair. "No."

Desire spiked through him despite his recent release. Yeah. Things were definitely coming back to life under her hips. He sucked harder on the nipple and nails digging into his shoulders was his reward.

She arched her back and ground her hips on him, the cloth from her pants rubbing his cock. Holding her around the waist, he twisted and repositioned to set her in his place. He drew off her pants and tossed them to the floor, pausing to admire her.

Disheveled hair, bare breasts, flushed cheeks, white panties, and legs splayed. Her decorative pillows and throw blanket piled attractively at the sofa corners.

"What?" she asked. She lifted a leg to caress his thigh with her toe.

"It's missing something." He motioned vaguely at her and the scene on the sofa. "Ah, yes. My head between your legs."

She laughed, but she bit her lip in anticipation as he pulled her panties down. His palms skimmed her ass and thighs. She was panting already when he placed his tongue on her wet center. It was his turn to give to her. Show her there was nowhere else he wanted to be, nothing he would rather do. Perhaps he wasn't skilled now, but he would dedicate hours, days, and weeks to learning how to give her what she needed.

All so she would feel what he had felt.

She panted and writhed beneath his tongue. "Use your fingers. I want you inside me."

Only too happy to comply, he slipped one finger and then two in her ridged, wet sex. He glanced up to study her face, finding eyes closed. As he moved inside her, a sigh escaped her mouth, and she licked her lips.

Two fingers were good. He dipped low and swirled her clit with his tongue, and a shudder ran through her body. Fingers and tongue were even better, a part of his brain registered. A voice at the back of his head said something about writing an analytical report. Graphs. Statistics.

Then she fisted his hair, moaning, and all the blood in his body rushed to his cock. He was getting another erection. He didn't think about anything but Reese's sex under his mouth, her quivering thighs, and her hands in his hair.

She was delicious. She was heavenly. She was his.

His cock ached to be buried in her warm depths. He burned to take her here on the sofa, but at the same time he wanted to watch her lose control without distractions. Getting and not giving.

"Yes, like that, Kenneth."

His name. Fuck. He grasped her hips, plunging his tongue deep. She shuddered and grabbed his shoulders.

"You're hard again," she said in surprise. "I want you to fuck me."

"I want to feel you come."

"You will."

He didn't need to be asked again. It took him only a few seconds to retrieve his shirt for the second condom stashed in the pouch, then roll it onto his erection. He had watched and learned earlier that day. She yanked him to the sofa, crawled onto his lap, and straddled him like before.

With a breathy moan, she eased herself onto his erection. He guided her, holding her waist.. She rolled her hips, taking him in fully. Her heat, her scent, and the sensation of her body with his consumed him.

He let her lead and moved with her. She gasped for air and whispered his name.

Then cried out his name.

Then simply cried out.

He couldn't contain himself. Straining and thrusting, he angled for a better position. She arched back, but he supported her weight as she fell apart in his arms. He watched as she shook and crumbled with her orgasm. Her chest heaved for air. Droplets of sweat glistened between her breasts.

His orgasm rose quickly, and the release rushed through him, leaving him shuddering and spent. He brought her closer to hold her against his chest.

Her hair tickled his nose and he stroked it. He breathed in her scent, waiting for his heart to slow.

"Hey," she said, tilting to look at him. "Are you all right?"

"I'm so good, you wouldn't believe it."

She chuckled. "I know you're good. I do believe it. It was just that for a minute there, I thought I saw something...in your expression."

"I don't know. Trust me, I feel great."

She collapsed sideways on the couch, her legs across his lap. "I'm feeling pretty good myself."

"Why don't I get you that drink of water now?" He pulled himself upright, biting back a groan as his leg muscles protested—this was no time to show weakness—and headed for the kitchen.

There, out of sight, he set his hands on the counter and leaned on it. Reese had knocked his world out from under his feet and he didn't know where he stood or what to do anymore.

And she had seen it.

*** Now that he's bared his soul, will she still love him? Hmmmm. Don't forget to check out my story One Drop of Golden Sun - updates every Friday!!! Come see how Ray is dealing with a brooding, Hawaiian boy and the hot, blond surfer boy she thinks she's falling for.... ***