He praised me while I worked him. He grit out words I didn’t quite understand while he grew close, and then his hand at my head was pulling me back. “Going to come, Em. You feel so damn good. I can’t wait to be inside of you again, feeling your pussy clench around me.”

I shook my head and swallowed him deeper until his head was at my throat. I breathed in through my nose, opened my throat, and he cursed the heavens and my skills, and as I swallowed, he came, shooting his climax down my throat.

“Yes…” he bit out. “Fuck. That was good. Get your ass up here.”

I pulled off him slowly, cleaning him with my tongue as I did, and then his hands were at my hips, dragging me up his body. “Sit on my face.”

“Your—”

“So help me God, if you worry about my arm one more damn time right now, I’m going to spank your ass.”

My body tightened in surprise. He wouldn’t. And yet… I was pretty sure the needy pulse in my sex grew thicker.

“Get your ass up here.”

He threw a pillow to the side, grabbed my hips and he yanked me up his body until I was hovering over him, my hands braced on the dark headboard wall behind him.

“Kane.” I glanced down and caught his gaze.

“Sit,” he growled. His hands shoved me down and then his tongue was right there, scruff from not shaving all day scraping my thighs in delicious friction. He added a finger and pressed his tongue over my clit and my thighs were already trembling, from nerves, from getting turned on while I took care of him and everything he was doing to me.

My hips rolled, seeking that perfect spot, and Kane took over. He didn’t taste me. He didn’t flick his tongue over my clit in tiny perfect circles. He ate me. Devoured me like the taste of me was his favorite dessert and when he added a second finger, crooked them, twisted and used his fingers and tongue, I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming, and I came, all over his face, all over him. I rode out my climax on Kane’s face like he was my new favorite ride and he didn’t miss a beat.

He continued his frenetic pace until one orgasm became two, and sweat covered my entire body, and when I was a wrung out, a quivering mess and my limbs were jelly, he guided me off him, rolled me to my side, and he wrapped his body around me. The scrape of the covering on his arm made me flinch, but he reached down, took my hand in his, and kissed the nape of my neck. “Go back to sleep, Em. Things will look better when the sun rises.”

I blinked, tried to steady my racing heart for an entirely different purpose, and as my breathing evened out, his followed.