Chapter thirty-one
The next two days found Kevin and Lenny spending all their spare time together, the only time they were apart was when she was working indoors, and Kevin hated every minute of it. After he had complained about it one time too many, Sam finally gave in.
"Fine! She can start getting the work done when you're gone, just shut up about it, for Christ's sake!" he yelled at Kevin when the bigger man had been following him around the barn for ten minutes, pleading for Lenny's freedom. "If I have to listen to you for much longer I'll go mad! Go get her and go away!"
Kevin gave him a big grin and clapped him on the back, almost knocking him over in his enthusiasm, before he bounded out of the big barn and made his way to the house.
Lenny was sitting staring at the computer, unable to be happy about putting in figures on an accounting program, when all she wanted to do was be with Kevin. He had been so sweet since he had scared her to death, and he hadn't even really told her off for messing with his truck. Although he had given it a good inspection and pronounced it as good as new, much to her relief. Apart from that he had been really thoughtful, buying her some chocolates only yesterday...although he ate most of them himself. She hadn't minded though, she thought, smiling dreamily. She had been the one feeding them to him.
"I hope that dreamy smile is because of me?" Kevin said, sneaking into the room and bending down over her seated form.
Lenny jumped and then giggled as he turned her chair around, leaning down to give her the softest kiss...she sighed when he pulled back, staring into his beautiful eyes. "I'm working."
"Not anymore, baby, you're coming with me!" he said, grinning as he plucked her from the chair and lifted her up against his chest.
"Where are we going?" she asked, putting her arms around his shoulders and leaning her head happily on his chest.
"Mark's place," he told her, walking out of the house. "It'll be nice and quiet, where we can be all alone and I can peel your clothes off with my teeth."
"With your teeth? What about the button on my jeans, won't that be a little hard?" she asked him, laughing at his comical expression.
"By the time I get to your jeans, honey, something will be a little hard, but it won't be the button!" he said, wiggling his eyebrows and looking impossibly naughty.
"You're rude!" she said, tapping his arm gently.
"I know! That's why you love me, and that's why you're gonna let me undress you with my teeth!" he said, grinning as he neared Mark's house and carried her inside and up the stairs.
"Where is Mark?" she asked him, frowning as she noticed the incredible silence in the big house.
"He left to go back to work this morning, along with Amy. I'm in charge until I leave to join them, so that makes me your boss. Since I'm your boss, I can tell you to do whatever I want, and you have to do it," he said, kicking his bedroom door open and taking her inside where he dropped her on the bed.
"Is that right?" she asked him, leaning up on her elbows to narrow her eyes at him. "What if I refuse to do as I'm told?"
He cocked his head to one side and pursed his lips. "You're not that stupid. Anyway, I'd just make you do it, so you may as well just go along with me in the first place."
"I guess that depends on what you're going to tell me to do," she said, feeling a bit shy but covering it up.
"Aw baby, don't be worried," he said, coming down on the bed next to her and leaning his torso over hers. "I'm only gonna give you some lovin'. You do want some lovin', don't you?"
She managed to nod before his mouth came down on hers and he lowered his weight over her, pressing her into the mattress and feasting on the kiss like a starving man. He had limited himself to only kissing and light touching over the last couple of days, wanting to be absolutely sure she wasn't sore before he made love to her again, because he had no intention of hurting her. He released her mouth slowly and looked into her dazed eyes, smiling softly at her. "Is everything okay now, baby? Can we do this?"
She blushed but nodded. "Yes, I'm fine," she murmured, her eyes lowering to his lips and staring at them for a second. "You're really handsome," she said in a hushed tone, taking in his features.
"You like what you see, sweetiepie?" he asked, grinning arrogantly.
"Yeah, I do, you big headed moron!"
"Oh, now that hurts," he said, frowning and then smiling again. "And guess what baby? I like what I see too. Hell, I love what I see," he said, making her heart leap into her throat as he bent and started bestowing little kisses over her face and down her neck, tugging impatiently at her clothes as he tried to go lower.
"I thought you said you were going to use your teeth?" she said when he started pulling her top out of her jeans.
"You want me to use my teeth? I don't have a problem with that!" he said and immediately bent and took the material between his teeth, tugging it up her body with ease, making her giggle as he tried to pull it over her head, snarling like an animal as he did so. He let go of the material and sighed. "Okay, this is harder than I thought it would be."
"It's okay," she said, her voice muffled through the shirt that was draped over her face. "You can use your hands, I don't mind."
"Eager, are we?" he asked, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
"Not at all, in fact...we don't have to do this at all," she said, reaching up to pull her top back down.
"Oh no you don't!" he said, grabbing her hands and stopping her, pulling the top all the way off in one fluid motion. He grinned down at her flushed face. "We do have to do this!"
"We do?"
He nodded enthusiastically, finding the front catch of her bra and opening it. "Ah, a dream of a bra," he murmured, bending to kiss the skin exposed as the bra started to part. "Yes, we do have to do this, or else I'll explode. You wouldn't want me to explode now, would you?"
She thought about that for a second and then smiled. "I don't know about that, I guess it would depend on which part of you exploded...and where."
His eyes raised to hers. "Well, well. Look who's getting all bold on me," he said, bending again to scrape his beard over her cleavage and up to her neck. "Just how brave are you getting baby? You brave enough to tell me what you want me to do to you?"
"I'm not...oh...not sure," she said, gasping as he bit the curve of her breast tenderly, laving the tiny mark with his tongue immediately afterward. His nose nudged the material aside until she was completely exposed and then he latched onto her nipple, drawing it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it. He drew back and looked at the rosy skin, blowing gently on it and smiling when he looked at her rapt expression. "Well? What would you like, honey?"
"I don't know...that...what you just did," she murmured, watching with frank curiosity as he lowered his head and took the hard point between his lips again, his eyes never once leaving hers as his hand squeezed the flesh of her breast upwards towards him, starting up the suction again that made her almost bite through her lip to keep the noises she wanted to make inside.
He saw what she was doing. "Don't do that, babygirl, let me hear you. I want to hear every single noise I draw out of you," he said, his eyes holding such a wealth of desire that she couldn't deny him anything, and she let her lip out from between her teeth. "That's better."
His head bent again and he continued with his teasing caresses, running his tongue over the small hard peak again, and smiling as she moaned. The noise made him redouble his efforts and soon he was switching from one breast to the other as he lavished attention on them, his hands measuring all the soft curves of her body and finding them all a perfect fit for his palm. Her jeans were smoothed down her legs easily and, before she knew it, she was naked, his big hands smoothing over her hips and buttocks and squeezing the pliant flesh.
"God, I love the way you feel," he said huskily, moving further down her body and nibbling at one hip. "All curvy and soft, a real woman...not skin and bones."
"I...I need to lose some weight," she managed to say, enjoying the way his hands were taking possession of every inch of her body.
"No, you don't, you need to put some on," he said, looking up at her. "Then I'd have even more curves to grab hold of." His hand slid underneath her to her backside and squeezed, a pleased smile tilting his lips. "I love every inch of this body, and I don't ever want to see it get any smaller you got that? You're tiny, baby, and perfect."
"I'm not perfect," she murmured, her voice shaking as his big hands pulled her legs open.
"Oh yeah you are," he said, smoothing her thighs apart and stroking the soft skin, opening her to his avid gaze. "You are perfect to me. And here," he continued, moving in and placing a kiss on her most tender flesh, "is the most perfect bit of all." She closed her eyes and gasped when he repeated the action, his hands moving to stroke her open so he could taste her. He flickered his tongue over her, feeling her contract at the intimacy and her hips lift slightly with every swipe of his tongue, soft noises pulsing from her throat as he circled the hard nub that awaited his attentions. He knew he was teasing her as he refused to give her what her body needed, but he had never enjoyed doing this so much in his life. In fact, he thought briefly, he couldn't recall ever liking this. But he loved it with Lenny, loved her taste, her smell, the heat that bled into his tongue as he touched the soft moist flesh...he could feast on her all day, and he intended to keep it up for as long as he was able to stand not being inside her. He knew that couldn't be forever, but he would give it a damn good try. After a few more minutes of leisurely sweeps, he gave in and flicked the tip of his tongue over the small nub, gratified by the startled moan she gave, the noise repeating when he did it again, and then again. He rubbed his fingertip over her entrance and slowly inserted it, pushing into the wet heat as he attacked the sensitive bundle of nerves mercilessly, his lips closing around her and starting to suck gently as he moved his finger rhythmically in and out of her, feeling her muscles clenching around him as she got closer and closer to climax.
For a second he debated whether or not to stop and be inside her when she came, but he wanted to taste her as she reached that pinnacle, so he sucked harder and added another finger, ruthlessly pushing her until she froze, her hips arching up towards his mouth and then she was spasming around his fingers, her juices flooding over the digits. He quickly withdrew them and thrust his tongue inside her, letting her nectar flow so he could taste her. He continued on with his actions even when she started calming down, and he could feel her starting to tense up again. Now was the time, he decided, moving away and ripping his clothes off with incredible speed before he came back down on her, grinning shakily as she welcomed him with open arms.
His hard flesh probed slowly and he looked deeply into her eyes, letting himself sink inch by inch inside her, his teeth gritting as he felt her grip around him firmly. "God, that feels so good," he murmured, closing his eyes briefly when he was fully sheathed. He flexed his hips and smiled at the small noise she made, his eyes opening to capture hers again. "Can you feel me, baby? Deep inside you?"
She tried to speak and found her voice had deserted her, so she nodded instead, her hands linking around his neck and burying themselves in his hair, pulling it slightly. He groaned and pulled slightly out of her, slamming back in forcefully when she pulled his hair again, unaware she was even doing it.
"God, I didn't know..." he began, groaning again at the pain that bloomed on his scalp and the pleasure her tightness caused him. "I didn't know that I liked pain," he continued, chuckling in amazement at what the sensations did to him. He bent and took her mouth, thrusting his tongue deeply inside as he moved his hips, starting to thrust just as deeply in and out, knowing she was more than ready. The small hands tugging at his hair were surprising him, but he didn't stop her, enjoying everything he was feeling at that moment. His hand lifted her hips up to his, pushing her legs further back towards her body so he could get deeper still, his movements bordering on the edge of being uncontrolled. One of her hands was still tugging at his hair and the other hand travelled down to his broad chest, finding the fine hair there and grabbing it urgently, causing yet another sharp sensation that made him thrust almost too hard into her. But he couldn't help it, she was driving him wild, and his body was responding as a separate entity to his brain now, driving mindlessly for completion. He was grateful she was with him every step of the way, because he couldn't have slowed down or stopped if his life had depended on it, and with a few final lunges he stiffened over her and bellowed out his release, pulsing inside her and feeling her squeezing rhythmically around him in her own climax.
He could hear her crying, somewhere far off, and her chest was heaving underneath him, but he couldn't move. "Lenny, baby...you okay?" he managed to gasp out, unable to even lift his head.
"Y-yes," she said, trying to calm down from the incredible high he had lifted her to. It had been different this time, so much more sensation that her overloaded brain didn't know how to cope with it all and so she cried.
After a couple of minutes he lifted his heavy head and gazed at her, one hand shakily pushing her hair back from her sweaty face. "Please tell me I didn't hurt you?"
She shook her head and then wrapped her arms around his neck, hiding her face from him as she tried to force her shattered emotions into some semblance of order. "It didn't hurt."
Kevin frowned and rolled onto his back, his arms wrapping around her and his hands stroking her soft back as she trembled against him. "What's wrong sweetheart? Tell me why you're crying."
"I don't know....I can't help it..." she mumbled, finally feeling her tears stop. She lifted her head and looked down at him, sniffing. "Sorry."
He studied her for a second and then smiled, one hand cupping her face. "It's okay. You're probably feeling the same way I am right now," he said, his eyes shining with warmth.
"How...how are you feeling?"
"Like I've been ripped apart and then put back together again," he replied, his smile widening as he looked at her flushed features. "I guess I'll have to get used to feeling like I'm dying every time I'm inside you, hmm?"
Lenny gazed into his eyes and wondered what he'd say if she told him she loved him. He'd more than likely tell her it was just because of how good sex was between them, but she knew it was more than that. Yet she couldn't bring herself to voice her feelings. Not yet anyway. She contented herself with touching his face and dropping a kiss on his lips, her thumbs brushing through his beard. "Will it always feel like that?"
"I think it will, between us. It'll feel that good forever," he murmured, looking confused as he stared into her wet eyes. He didn't know how to analyse what he felt right at that moment, and he didn't know how comfortable he was with the feelings. But the young girl he held in his arms was becoming a part of him...and he didn't know if he could ever let her go. It scared the shit out of him.
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