“Molly!” He suddenly cries out, sitting up.
“I’m here,” I croon as I sit beside him. He hauls me into his lap, burying his face in my neck. “I’m here I’m safe.”
“I thought I lost you,” he whispers against my skin. The warmth of his breath sending goosebumps down my arms.
“Lost me? I nearly lost you. What the hell were you thinking?”
“That the love of my life is worth more than my life. I would sacrifice myself a thousand times if it meant keeping you safe.” His hand cups my head bringing my lips to his. Our mouths meet, soft and sweet before Kellen thrusts his tongue in, tangling with mine. Leaning back, my breasts press against his chest, nipples pebbled into hard points. His other hand grips my ass cheek, fingers delving in between the cheeks. His stomach rumbles loudly and I can’t contain my laugh.
“I think you need some food,” I murmur, pressing my mouth lightly to his.
“I need you,” he protests.
“How about a shower instead? I’ll fix you something to eat, and then we can pick up where we left off.” He opens his mouth to protest but is interrupted by his stomach again. “Doc said you’d be starving when you woke up. Kid brought a ton of steak for me to cook.” I climb off the bed. Throwing back the covers, he stands up all gloriously tan skin stretched across his muscled physique. His dick bounces against his stomach with each step he takes.
“Keep looking at me like that and the only meal I’ll be eating is that sweet pussy,” he grabs his dick stroking up and down mesmerizing me. His low growl breaks my stare and I blush all the way to my hairline.
“No, go shower. I’ll start cooking.” I shoo him away and turn to the kitchen area. Not that it’s much in this one-room cabin. The shower turns on as I heat under the cast-iron skillet. When it’s scorching hot, I melt the butter then add the steak. I pop the potatoes into the microwave as the steaks sizzle. Kellen sings in the shower, loud and off key. A smile crosses my face as the fear of the last few days drains away.
I plate up the steak and baked potatoes as he comes out of the bathroom toweling his hair. Blue shorts ride low on his slim hips, revealing the v shaped muscles on his lower abdomen. Now I regret placing them in their earlier in the day.
“Smells good.”
“Come on and eat before it gets cold.” Sitting the plates on the table, I pull out his chair. I place a bottle of water in front of him. Eyeing it warily, he looks at me.
“Doc said no alcohol for a little while.” I chuckle when his bottom lip pops out with his pout. “You’ll live.”
With a shrug, he tears into his food methodically eating from one side of the plate to the other. When he finishes everything, I slide half of my steak onto his plate. He grunts in appreciation before tucking into it too. The last morsel devoured, he leans back in the chair, hand patting his flat belly.
“Damn that was good. Thank you."
“You’re welcome.”
“Now,” he pushes back from the table, chair legs scraping across the floor. “You’re mine.” Leaning down he plants his shoulder in my stomach throwing me over his shoulder. Laughter bubbles up as he stomps towards the bed. Flying through the air, I land with a soft bounce on top of the mattress, hair covering my face. His hands push down beside my hips as he bites the hem of my top, lifting it until he can nuzzle my stomach. Reaching down, I pull it off sending it sailing across the room. Forget being worried that I’m not a skinny Minnie, the lust burning in his hazel eyes tells me he likes what he sees. With a soft kiss below my belly, he rears up hands gripping the waistband of my leggings. I lift my hips, allowing him to pull them down, throwing them on the floor. His hands trail up my calves, knees and thighs, the rough hands sending shivers down my spine. His thumbs reach the crease of my hips and thighs, brushing the hair covering my mound. Spreading the lips apart, he situates himself between my thighs, inhaling deep, his eyes closing.
“You smell fucking good.” His tongue swiped from my core to my clit, the slight roughness making me gasp. He alternates between slow luscious and fast flicks of his tongue, driving me higher but not over the edge.
“Kellen please.”
His warm breath washes over me when he chuckles. “I love it when you beg.”
Over and over he drives me to the precipice of what will be the most amazing orgasm of my life just to bring me back to earth. My hips squirm trying to get him to, damn it I don’t know.
“Kellen,” I whine.
His tongue enters my pussy, thrusting, turning, and then he purrs. Holy fucking shit. My body explodes in a shower of sparks, my breath hitching on a scream. I clutch his hair in my hands, not knowing whether to hold him closer or push him away. My legs twitch uncontrollably as he leans back. He grips his dick, a drop of white decorating the tip before spilling over the side. Rubbing the head in my juices, he pushes in, eyes locked on mine. Inch after inch, the pressure increases until he stretches me so full, I’m afraid I’ll split in two. His lips wrapped around my nipple, suckling
