On my knees, in front of him, his eyes skimmed every inch of my body, and every moment that passed, his touch grew firmer, more desperate until his fingers slipped through my sex, and he hissed as he felt the wetness there. “You’ll have to be quiet,” he whispered, pulling me back to his mouth. “Don’t want to wake up Gabby.”

I dropped my hand, squeezed his length protruding from his boxer briefs, and shook my head. “You’re going to have to be quiet,” I whispered right back and slid down his body. My fingers dipped into his waistband and he lifted his ass long enough for me to tug down his underwear.

He was bare before me, all muscle and manly body and tanned olive skin I wanted my mouth on every inch of, and I’d get to that… after I took care of him.

“Em,” he whispered my name like a prayer or a blessing, his hand skating into my hair, holding the back of my head. “You don’t—”

“I want to.”

His head fell back to his pillows, and I settled onto my elbows, ass in the air. I realized it was the first time I’d bent over like this to take care of a man without worrying about how much shaking he’d see, if my stomach would drop too low or my ass be too big.

Kane helped give me that true confidence, and I took him into my mouth, kissed his wide tip with the sudden urge to show him exactly how thankful I was to him for it.

“Yes,” he hissed in a breath as my lips brushed over him, as I sucked him into my mouth and hollowed out my cheeks. He was wide. Thick and hard and soft and silky at the same time, and I ran my tongue down the length of a vein, cupping his heavy, full balls with my hand while I sucked him back into my mouth.

I worked him slowly but firmly with long, slow moves down his shaft and quick, firmer sucks at the tip like I’d seen him do with this hand. Every swipe of my tongue earned another pleasured hiss, and when he hit the back of my throat, making me gag, he cursed and groaned at the same time. I added a hand to his length, unable to take him all, and the slickness of my spit and the salty taste of his precum made my hand wet. But nothing could make me wetter than knowing that it was me driving this god among men to the absolute brink of pleasure.

I glanced up at Kane, chin dipped down, and our eyes met as I pulled up and sank back down on him. His abs constricted. His free hand fisted the sheets next to him and his other hand dug into my scalp. “Fuck, you’re so good at this. That’s it. Deep as you can go. So sexy, sucking my dick like you love it, Em. I could never get enough of you.”