Hi! Me again. This is the last chapter for this story. Rated M because someone (ahum Deborah) wanted the naughty. Well. Have fun!
Same old same old: Kendall doesn't belong to me. sadly.
All mistakes are still mine, and I might have to relieve my beta of his duties since he's always busy. or asleep. or eating.
Reviews are greatly appreciated. Really. I'm serious.
Have fun!
His hands all over her body, tongue dancing over her own, fingers raking up and down her sides, always exploring, always teaching. Feeling his body against hers. That's all she can think of. The last few days have been torture, pure, unforgiving torture. He was hers to touch, to hild, to kiss, and while he is so close, they always manage to dance around each other, teasing the other mercilessly.
As she stands in front of his door, she can hear the music coming from inside. Kendall is singing along quite loudly and a grin appears on her face. She knocks once, twice, three times. No response. His voice continues to blast through the hallway. Shaking her head with a smile on her face she turns the door knob and enters the room, closing the door behind her.
She takes in the sight of Kendall before her. Instead of the choreographed sexy moves she has seen even in her dreams, she is seeing wild arm gestures and enthusiastic leg hops. In the middle of one of those hops the singer comes to a halt for a dramatic solo, giving it everything he's got. How is it possible that he is smoking hot even when he is acting like a spastic giraffe with a sore throat. His moves might be improvised, they are fluent, daring even. The singer is letting it all out; his slim, tall figure is more than obvious in the shorts and dark tank he is wearing, even with the button down shirt over it. He still isn't aware of her presence and nothing can stop him from moving the way he does. Even when he darts through the room he sways his hips suggestively with every step he takes.
Damn, the things she wants to do to that body.
If she has the chance, she'll run her hands over his chest, raking her fingers over his back. She'll tease him at the waistband of his jeans, going lower, stroking his hipbones and gripping his thighs. And when he finally kisses her, she'll respond eagerly, taking what is hers.
When the man lets his hands slide down his body, she eventually sighs and coughs loudly.
"You have improved your stealthiness." He says, completely out of breath but with the widest grin. His eyes light up as he speaks to her:
"You just completely broke my focus, you know."
"Oh but I can go." She speaks, turning around and reaching for the door.
"No way woman!" Kendall sprints over to her before she can walk out."
You're not getting away this time." He whispers hoarsely as he stands looming over her.
"Is that a promise?" Kendall growls involuntarily, but she isn't waiting for him this time. Before he gets the time to react, she pushes him against the wall, arms pinned behind his back. She leans in to kiss him, but before his lips find hers, she turns away, softly nipping at the sensitive skin of his neck, earning herself a low groan. He tries to free his arms, but she shakes her head and leans into him.
"Now it's my turn." She whispers darkly. It takes all her willpower to not just give in to everything he wants. But this is her moment. She's in control.
She reaches under his shirt but still over the tank he is wearing. Kendall shivers visibly as her smaller fingers brush his sides. He closes his eyes and she notices hos his breathing has become uneven and shallow. She darts her tongue across his collarbone, to the hollow spot right below his adams apple. A ripple goes through his body as her hands move down to his hips and fingertips tease at the waistband of his shorts.
"Babe, you're killing me." He moans.
"Sounds familiar. And we're only just starting.
Kendall's eyes fly open as he pulls his arms from behind his body. He moves forward and kisses her hungrily, his tongue demanding entrance immediately. Before she can protest, he has turned them around. Her back is pressed against the hard wood of the door and Kendall's chest presses against her body. It's a welcome pressure and she only wants more. Her hands move to his shoulders to push the shirt of, revealing strong arms that sneak around her. Their kiss is passionate, fast, hungry. His lips leave her mouth and she moans at the loss of contact. The singer starts kissing her neck and his face dips lower still. Once again he scoops her up into his arms, her legs hooked around his waist. He steadies both of them with one hand against the door they are still leaning into. His movements are restricted again, but it gives her all the more opportunities. She presses her legs closer together and Kendall inhales sharply. Her hands go up his sides, over his chest and down his stomach. His abs flex as she tickles him.
"You'll be the death of me." He groans when he kisses her neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin.
"At least I'll be pleasant." She can't suppress a sigh.
He captures her lips again and holds her more tightly, getting away from the door and moving to the couch, walking in to a table and two pairs of shoes on the way.
He sits down with her in his lap, straddling him. His hands hold on to her thighs, not wanting to let her go again. As she grinds into him, he lets his head fall back against the couch, giving her clear access to his neck. She leans forward, places butterfly kisses to his cheeks, his throat, his collarbone. He buries a hand in her hair and pulls her to him again, claiming her lips. His tongue strokes against her bottom lip, and soon she grants him the entrance he's been craving. He explores every inch of her mouth, and at times, their tongues battle for dominance, but it never lasts long. His slim fingers move over her thighs to the hem of her blue tshirt. Inch by inch he moves up over her bare back, raising goosebumps all over her body.
"You don't need this." He whispers between kisses and when she raises her arms, he lifts the shirt over her head. Their frantic kisses continue, and it's as if they can't bear to be apart anymore.
After a while of touching and kissing, she pulls away from his lips, trailing kisses down his neck. With her index finger she teases along the lines of his shorts, making him shiver every time she touches the skin of his stomach.
"It's getting in my way." She says into his skin. Just as she had done minutes earlier, Kendall raised his arms, and tantalizingly slow she pushes the shirt up, making sure to touch every possible inch of his stomach and chest. His breath hitches in his throat and she puts her lips onto the skin of his collarbone. She keeps kissing his chest as her fingers create a path over his body, dipping lower with each touch. When they reach his pants, her hands immediately start fumbling with the button.
"Easy now." He breathes, eyes closed and mouth half open. She averts her eyes, looking downward, and after one glance, she understands. Trying not to laugh, she inches closer into his lap, and a smile appears at the inhuman sound Kendall produces. Feeling bold, she reaches down and palms him through the fabric his shorts. The singer's body bucks up and he kisses her hard, with a hunger she hadn't seen yet.
"I want you so bad." His voice was nothing more than a breath against her lips. Hoisting her up, he tries to make his way to his bedroom, something that seems to be a harder task than he had anticipated. They fall down on the bed and rapidly discard all remaining clothes they were still wearing. She is lying on her back, Kendall's body hovering over her. He grips her thigh, pulling her leg up to him as he caresses her skin. Everywhere he touches her, her body is on fire. The young woman rakes her fingernails over his back, and she is sure to leave marks. She pulls him closer, making any remaining space between their bodies disappear. They move together, their bodies fitting together perfectly. He grinds their hips together, eliciting a moan from the girl beneath him.
"I need you." She whispers into the skin of his neck, one hand buried in his hair, the other one gripping his shoulder blade. He looks at her with eyes full of lust and love.
He adjusts himself over her and they start moving together. She closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his body surrounding hers. She needs him close, she needs to feel every inch of him. And he needs all of her. And this is when they give all of themselves to each other.
They move and move until they are exhausted.
She places her head on his chest and listens to his rapid breathing.
"Wow." He breathes, still panting. His voice is low and hoarse.
The young woman kisses his chest and puts her arms around his firm frame, snuggling close to him. He wraps his arms around her body, pulling her to him. He kisses her head as his fingers trace patterns on her arm and shoulder. Their legs are entwined and they don't know where one begins and the other one ends.
"I have to admit, you do have some moves."
FIN
