Landing Knox....cont. 6

The cool caress of the air conditioning and the deep rumble of vibration beneath her ear, slowly brought Kierna awake.  Without opening her eyes, she inhaled deeply and filled her lungs. She was so sated and languid that she honestly didn’t want to turn loose of the last wispy vestiges of her sleep.

In micro increments she tensed and released every muscle in her body… tiny stretches the release little tingles of energy throughout her body.

“If you’re going to keep wiggling around like that, I’m going to assume you’re ready for what comes next.”

For a moment Kierna panicked. The memory of her shenanigans in the shower with Knox flooded her brain. She wondered if she could pretend she was still asleep, but then the  memory of him making her pass out washed through her so hard that she snapped her head up and stared directly into his dancing chocolate eyes.

“You were out for a while, pretty girl. I’m not sure which of us should be saying thank you, right now. But”…His voice deepened and he leaned in to take her lips “you’re welcome.” He spoke the words against her full mouth before capturing it with his own.

Knox was so glad she was awake. Part of him was only slightly disappointed. He could have carried on cradling her to his heart for a life time and it had nothing to do with the way she’d fallen apart under his lips and hand in the shower…well almost nothing.  But it had everything to do with the way she felt, cupped up against him head pressed to his heart skin covered in nothing but his love and God’s breathe.  He’d longed to hold her for so long it was torture each time he thought to wake her.

But no that she was awake…he’d make sure she had no regrets and knew that there was never any going back.

Knox deepened the kiss, while shifting her body so that she was seated between the thighs on the bed, her back pressing against his chest. His dick didn’t take long to align itself in the crevice of her lush ass and Knox had to pull away and just absorb the gravity of that position. The feel of himself thrusting involuntarily between those globes.

With his head pressed back against the tufted headboard of his massive bed, Knox counted. Counted farm animals, then numbered and named the ladies in his grandmother’s bridge club. Then he recited the names of the bones of his body. He needed to focus or he was going to lose is and get a chance to see what  his pearl white spunk would look like frosting her spine and the curve of that ass. And ass that was currently undulating and driving him to the brink.

“Fuck it” he lamented as his hands went to her waist and lifted her into the air, just enough that his rigid dick could poke right at the entrance to nirvana.  

“Ride me.” He demanded before losing his breath as she complied. Sliding slowly, so slowly on to his dick, coating it in liquid heat so slick and hot that a sweat broke out over his body…

“Dammit…” he used his hands to lift her again before letting her take the reins and slid down again, this time all the way until she was seated with him fully inside of her.

Her moans of pleasure vibrated through her entire body and echoed along his sheathed dick.

He had no clue what it was she was doing, he’d slammed his eyes closed the moment her lips kissed the head of his dick, but whatever it was felt serpentine.

Her body shifted and wound above him and he swore he could see her through his eye lids. Head tossed back, her curly hair tickling his face where it came in contact. Arms above her head she gyrated… danced on his pole with swirls and twirls and dips that would be his undoing.

Keeping his eye closed, Knox focused on the act…he had to keep it together or he’d be the one passed out for hours, before the show even got started.