Chapter 182
KINGSLEY
Pat unbuttoned her top and let it fall to the ground.
Her hand reached out to cup my cheek, her thumb tracing the line of my jaw. And then she leaned in and kissed me.
Her lips were soft against mine, gentle and tentative at first, like she was testing the waters, like she wanted to make sure I really wanted this. I kissed her back, my hand finding the curve of her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, her lips parting, her tongue brushing against mine. She tasted sweet, like the tea she had been drinking earlier, and I let myself get lost in the feel of her mouth against mine.
We sank onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs and lips, the sheets cool beneath our bodies. I reached for the clasp of her bra and unhooked it, sliding the straps down her shoulders until her breasts spilled free. They were full and heavy, her nipples already hard, and I lowered my head to take one into my mouth.
She gasped, her fingers threading through my hair, her back arching. I sucked her nipple gently, my tongue circling the stiff peak, and she let out a moan that vibrated through my entire body. I moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, sucking and licking until she was panting, her hips shifting restlessly beneath me.
I pulled down her skirt and panties together and found them to the ground.
Then, I kissed my way down her body, my lips trailing over her stomach, her navel, the soft curve of her hip. She was watching me through half-lidded eyes, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her fingers still tangled in my hair. I settled between her thighs and looked up at her.
She was beautiful like this, spread open before me, her skin flushed, her chest rising and falling. I reached up and ran my finger along the slit of her pussy, feeling the wetness there, the heat of her. And then I pushed my finger inside her, just one finger, slow and gentle.
Her eyes flew open and she let out a sharp cry, her hips jerking against my hand. “Wait,” she gasped. “Take it easy.”
I froze, my finger still inside her. I could feel how tight she was, how her walls were clenching around me, resisting the intrusion. And then I realized. The way she was so tight, the way she had cried out at the slightest penetration, the way her body was struggling to accommodate even one finger.
“Pat,” I said slowly, pulling my finger out. “Have you. Have you ever done this before?”

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