Haha. Really hadn't intended for this update to take another month. So, what was supposed to be one chapter turned into two, because stuff got hella long. Go Figure. I hope by this point you don't believe a damn word I say. XD
Thanks to Idcam for the review. Yes, I liked the idea of Heather sort of turning the tables on him from earlier.
Alright. Well, it's been a long time coming and you can probably guess right where this chapter (and the subsequent one) is headed. If your mind went to the gutter, you'd be correct. Now let's call a spade a spade. This is pure trash. But kind of soft. Pure, soft trash. If this is not your bag, I suggest you wait until Chapter 53 to continue the story. Now for your official warning before it's too late.
*WARNING!* Explicit sexual content involving an older man and a "minor".
Minor is in quotes because Age of Consent in Texas is 17. Alright. Here we go...
"Heather? What the fuck are you doing?" Kevin whispered in a hoarse, almost growling tone.
Heather's entire countenance was a deep crimson red and she could scarcely hold back her tears. Not only was she utterly humiliated by having inadvertently awakened him, but she was taken back by the uncharacteristically harsh infliction he was using towards her. She now felt like an absolute fool, as she couldn't even produce a plausible justification for herself. She hadn't any elucidation as to what had possessed her to steal into his room like this. Therefore, she said nothing.
As the silence weighted between them, Kevin took her in. She was still wearing the blue sundress from earlier, along with her bathing suit. He could see the purple strings fastened at her neck. Her hair looked tacky and snarled from the pool water, and it was somewhat tangled on one side where Reves had been playing with it. She still smelled of chlorine and sunblock, and for all her efforts to protect her skin from the sun's rays, her entire body was tinted pink with a mild sunburn. Save for her face of course, which was a flush scarlet. She was an absolute fucking mess. And he didn't think she'd ever looked more fucking gorgeous than she did at that moment.
She dropped her gaze, having nothing to offer in the way of an explanation, save the fact that she desired to be near him. It was an overwhelming urge that frightened her deep down. "I…please, just let me stay," she requested in a meek, inaudible voice as she warily moved towards him with outstretched arms.
Still drowsy, Kevin was trying to register her words as she scooted towards him. Suddenly, he seized her tiny wrists in his massive hand and halted her. "Woah, wait a minute here. We shouldn't do this. We can't. What are you thinking?" he continued his hoarse whispering as alarm etched into his features.
Heather's visage was a gambit of emotions. First, she was shocked at the manner in which he had apprehended her. Next, she was wounded by his arguments. Finally, that glaring look of contempt had returned to her countenance.
Propelling herself onto her knees, Heather flailed and struggled against him, but he held her steadfast at an arm's length. Heather gritted her teeth, producing laborious grunts as she wrestled against him while he did nothing apart from clasp her wrists. Expending little to no effort whatsoever, he kept his grip slack so he wouldn't harm her.
For fuck sake, what was she doing here? (Why was he even here was the better question?) Why was she tempting him like this? God, didn't she know how ruthlessly he desired to snatch her up and have his way with her, even as he tried to resist her? He couldn't allow his carnal urges to take over, not here. He was already under the gun thanks to Reves.
Heather unexpectedly let out a small, strangled cry and Kevin released her for fear of having hurt her.
The young girl relented and sank back down to the mattress. Her head drooped and her face was shrouded by a curtain of hair. Heather blinked and the tears that had been threatening escape flowed down her cheeks in hot, rapid streams.
Kevin sat there, observing her wordlessly as the tears dripped from her chin, landing with a soft pelting noise onto the fabric of her dress. "Little One…" his bass voice finally murmured and it was evident he wasn't certain of what else to say.
For Heather, his acknowledgment was more offending than his silence. She could ascertain the pity in his tone and she reviled being pitied. Her tiny shoulders shook with silent, trembling sobs. She was thoroughly perplexed by his disposition towards her. One moment, he seemed to hold her in the highest esteem. The next instant, he seemed grossly indifferent towards her. Her heart wrenched with a painful ache. He simply could not seem to gather how much she had grown to desire him, particularly during the course of her absence. "Let me stay," she reiterated deliberate, clear words. "…O-or…I'll scream," she warned him menacingly as her head shot up and she delivered the same cold glower from before. The words sounded to her as though they had come from someone else entirely, but she didn't waiver in her temperament.
Kevin's visage immediately twisted into a furious scowl. She might fancy herself big and bad for the moment, but his own ill-temper could far exceed hers by miles. For a long minute, he did nothing but stare at her as he felt rage whirling inside of him, his glower hardening further.
Just who the hell did this little imp think she was? One thing was certain, blackmail and petty threats didn't suit her in the slightest. Nor would they help her. Hadn't she read in all her fairytales to never awaken a sleeping giant? Well, that was unfortunate for her. Oh yes, she was going to scream, alright. He simply hoped they were both prepared for the consequences.
Charging forward viciously, the behemoth apprehended the unassuming young girl, hands firmly bound around her upper arms. Heather released a yelp of terror, sensing her entire body leave the mattress briefly while she was being dragged across the bed. Then she was plopped down, rather unceremoniously, right beside the goliath. Panic-stricken, she gaped up at him with her large doe eyes filled with dread.
Kevin's mouth came down firmly over hers, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss that exploded her heart as tears sprang forth from her eyes once more. After gathering her wits, Heather issued a muffled sigh, rejoicing at their union. Pushing herself up on her knees, Heather tentatively circled her arms around his neck, as she pressed her tiny body against him.
So, this is what she needed then? The coy little nymph. Kevin wasn't sure what had encouraged this development within her, but far be it from him to deny her any longer. Just for a little. That was all she needed. The bigger question was how much could he restrain himself?
His lips never leaving her, Kevin brought an arm around her slim waist. His free hand gripped the back of her knee, as he yanked her across his lap, positioning her to straddle him. As he did, their clothed sexes faintly contacted one another's for the first time. His cock twitched inside the thin fabric of his boxers and he expelled a low groan. Fuck, was all Kevin could think as he inhaled sharply. He had already been sporting a semi-erection from the moment his eyes fell upon her sitting demurely on the bed.
Kevin was rapidly beginning to lose the grip on his restraint. His kiss became more heated, almost brutal with passion as he deepened their connection. He was intent on devouring her. Perhaps it was due in part to his residual anger at her threats, but it was primarily the result of the carnal lust that had been bubbling up inside of him for months now.
Wrapped in his arms, Heather began to tremble, startled by this ruthless intensity. He was displaying an ardor that was devastatingly violent and overwhelming. It was a vigor that was rendering her defenseless against his brazen assault. With emotions and the sensations becoming too petrifying, Heather jerked her head to the side. A small mewling sound poured from her lips as she broke away. Panting heavily, her tiny hands pushed against his bare chest as she attempted to remove herself from his hold.
The goliath shuddered momentously from the sparks that were emitted by her delicate touch. Kevin's robust hands grasped her hips lightly and guided her gently back to his lap. "Where ya going, sweetness?" he rasped with a smirk. The tiny creature still hadn't the slightest inkling as to how immensely she had provoked him. She had clearly come in here for a purpose and now she was going to take what she came for. If nothing else, she was going to learn not to play with fire.
Kevin was quick to move on her once more but paused. His heart dropped and his hunger immediately quelled when he noticed that she had gone rigid, wearing a petrified countenance. Kevin cursed himself for being such a jackass. His barely restrained desire had nearly driven the demure girl away. He couldn't allow himself to drive her away yet again. He had completely disregarded his knowledge that she wasn't as brazen as she was attempting to portray herself to be.
His massive arms carefully encircled her slender waist, drawing her into him again. He bent lower, resting his forehead against hers as he tried to rein in his hot-blooded appetite.
It was quite a simple action that rendered Heather at ease. "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you. I would never hurt my precious girl. You know that" he uttered in a low placid voice. She craned her neck to look at him as he drew back, opening his warm hazel eyes to gaze down at her. His attention caused her to blush and wish to pull away again. But he had trapped her in his strong embrace and she had it on good authority that he wasn't going to release her any time soon. She whimpered at the thought just as an enormous hand trailed slowly down the back of her spine and caused her to shiver.
Kevin brushed against the corner of her mouth again, testing the waters with a chaste kiss. His goatee bristled her delicate skin as he nuzzled her gently. Heather cautiously turned, allowing their lips to meet fully. This kiss was much more effusive and sedate. Her heart exploding, slender fingers curled against the firm muscles of his chest as she felt herself grow breathless.
Slow and steady, Kevin continued to remind himself as she began to melt into his embrace yet again. He didn't know whether he should consider it to be some type of achievement, that he had yet to viciously ravish her in the manner in which he craved to do. A low mewling noise floated out from her lips as they parted slightly. Edging along her bottom lips, Kevin took the opportunity to carefully delve inside her sweet cavern.
Steeling herself against the indecision of her action, Heather's tongue shyly came to play. She hadn't even a rudimentary understanding of how to proceed in her course, but she met him in her usual docile if not, somewhat gawkish manner.
Kevin grinned against her lips. Due to her ingenuousness she was naïve and a tad artless in her approach, but she possessed a raw ardor that emanated with her efforts, even in spite of her reserved nature.
She slowly retreated, breathless and panting. "Kev..." she squeaked; her face flushed with that lovely crimson glow. "I, I'm..."
Kevin thwarted her words by running a thumb over her soft lips. He was certain by the glassy reflection in her eyes and the look of contrition on her face that she was set to apologize for her previous behaviors. "We'll talk later, Little One. I know, I was an ass and I'm sorry," he assured her softly as he gently nuzzled against her. He hoped he hadn't come off as dismissive or impatient. Truthfully, he was impatient, but he was taking his best strides to exercise patience for her. All the same, the only sounds he wanted to hear at that time were her desperate, little whimpers and his name on her lips.
Heather had further contemplations plaguing her. Yet when Kevin's mouth conquered hers, the ponderings began to fizzle and burn away, replaced with only the sensation of his kiss and his touch. She clung to him as though he were her only lifeline. Goodness, she loved kissing him. She felt as though she could go on kissing him forever as she sensed a warmth slowly beginning to spread throughout her body.
Teasing and caressing, Kevin guided the little nymph through the movements, tongues languidly dancing together as though they hadn't a care in the world. The goliath's massive hands fondled her elegant curves and slipped underneath her dress. He stroked his hands idly over her supple thighs, thumbs rubbing circles over the sensitive flesh near the junction between them. He edged his thumbs along the hem of her bathing suit bottom. His aching cock pulsed at the thought of being buried deep within her core.
Unfortunately, no. He wasn't going there yet. Maybe not at all, if she didn't want to. He removed his hands, on the chance that he may move too hastily. He moved to clutch the fabric of her dress and proficiently dragged it over her head, tossing it to the floor like an afterthought. The giant pressed her petite frame against his muscular form.
Heather was still clad in her bikini, but her exposed skin seemed to sizzle when it met with his bare flesh. That may have been partially due to the mild sunburn she had sustained throughout the day, but her entire body seemed to be smoldering from the inside out. There was a peculiar, dull aching beginning to form within her nether region. It initiated as bothersome rather than painful, but the longer they perpetuated in their endeavors, the greater the agonizing sensation.
Heather shifted on Kevin's lap, hoping to alleviate some of the tension. It was to no avail. Her vexation blooming, Heather rocked her hips, searching for relief. Finding none, she whined in exasperation as she persisted in her futile attempts.
Kevin slowly separated from her mouth, trailing along her jaw and down her neck, tiny fires lingering in his wake. "What is it, Little One?" he breathed against her ear. The rich sound of his voice washing over her caused her to shiver.
"I…I d-dunno," she mewled dolefully. "I j-just…It f-feels strange…d-down…there…" Whether from mortification or agitation, Heather could scarcely string together a coherent sentence. Her cheeks flamed and she buried her face against his chest.
Christ. Kevin didn't know if his dick could be any harder until she spoke and peered up at him with those helpless doe eyes. Innocent little nymph. She had to know she was turned on. If there was any indication by how flustered she was, it would appear to be very much so. He stifled a groan, briefly entertaining the thought of how wet she must be.
"Down where?" Kevin questioned her in his customary haughty demeanor as he pawed at her voluptuous rear end. "Here?" he antagonized her as his fingertips carefully dug into her fleshy bottom and leisurely glided the sensitive area betwixt her thighs along the length of his throbbing shaft.
Her body jarring, Heather released an anguished, yet pleasured cry that blended with his own throaty growl. Kevin should have been wiser than to tease her in the manner which he was. He already felt as though he was on the verge of exploding, but it was worth it to watch the myriad of expressions that played across her lovely visage.
Leaning slightly back, Heather's unworldly but curious gaze fell over his impressive manhood, fully erect and now sandwiched between them. Tilting her hips forward slightly, their arousal grazed one another's again as Heather bit her lip to suppress her pitiful bleating.
"Fuck, Little One," Kevin vocalized in a rough groan.
Heather's eyes widened at his response. "I – I'm s-sorry…." She glanced down at his raging erection for a second time. "Y-you are rather…" Heather felt like a fool. Of course, she wasn't wholly ignorant as to the basis of intercourse, but she had not once attempted to fathom these sensations that were coursing through her at present. The young girl was bewildered beyond belief.
"Oh yes, he is quite turned on," he smirked, his throbbing member pressing against her sensitive area.
"Oh God," she whined. At first, she tried to tear away. Then, she clung to him burying her face against his chest. "H-how does it feel like this?" she quavered.
Her inquiry amused the big man. "It's because we kiss each other so good," he conveyed to her. "And when we touch…" his voice had trailed off, but he smoothed small circles over her thighs to emphasize his point. Slowly, she lifted her head to bashfully peer up at him. "Do you like this, Little One?" he questioned in a susurrant tone, "Do you like kissing and touching like this?" The tips of his lanky fingers brushed over the hollow of her neck.
The action left her trembling. How was it that she felt simultaneously tormented and elated from a single aching touch? Her response was just as perplexing as, she initially nodded. But immediately shook her head no. "It…it hurts," she murmured blushingly as she squirmed in his lap, then struggled to clamp her legs shut.
Fuck! Kevin growled lightly and grabbed her hips, stilling her movements. He wasn't about to bust a nut like some lame-ass teenage virgin because she was naively dry humping him in her quest to find the relief she didn't know she needed.
"That's not pain, Little One," he expressed in spite of the protest from his straining cock that had been pleading all day to take her. "That's just," he paused and took her lips again, "…anticipation. It feels good when we kiss, right?" he asked between short, dizzying kisses. "And when we touch?" His large hands skimmed nimbly over her tender flesh. She keened at his touch and tiny noises betrayed her even as she shook her head adamantly. "There's a lot more pleasure we can give each other. Do you want to try with me, Little One?"
That voice of reason should have been screaming at him by now, telling him how fucking stupid he was being, but it was silent. At any rate, all he wanted to focus on was filling up every one of his senses on her. All logic had long since abandoned him, but he no longer cared at this point. He had been bartering with the Devil for months now and he had just signed on the dotted line. He simply wanted to show her how good she could feel, how she deserved to feel. She was so starved for care and affection both physically and emotionally, that he wanted to fill every need for her as well. She was so responsive with a mere touch or a kiss, he knew she would shortly be putty in his hands.
Heather's large emerald eyes stared up at him. She hadn't the faintest inkling as to what he was alluding to. She only knew that whatever anguish she may have been suffering, she strangely yearned for the decadent torment he was offering. She lowered her gaze as she nestled against him. "O-okay," she whispered inaudibly.
"Hmmm? What do you want, sweetness?" His voice a low hum, Kevin ducked his head near her mouth.
"Okay," she repeated, attempting to project her voice, but not feeling any bolder. "I...I want to try."
"So precious," he murmured as he nuzzled her and then kissed her pliant lips. A stalwart arm encircled her waist like a steel band as he lifted her off of him and shifted to deposit her delicately on the bed.
Kevin pulled back, drinking in the sight of her, illuminated in the pale yellow light. He smirked at her pink-tinted skin and the even pinker blush that crept across her countenance. Her bikini was the only thing that veiled her body from his leering eyes. Although he was of the mind to dispose of it hastily, he took the time to examine her slender form admiringly. He observed that her pert nipples were practically stabbing through the thinly padded fabric of her bikini top, just begging to be fondled and teased by his hands and mouth. He tore his gaze away, raking his eyes down the rest of her body. Her hips jutted out slightly over the waistband of her bottoms. Her lower half was marginally wider than the upper. He had seen hundreds of women without clothes, but he couldn't get enough of gazing at her and she wasn't even fully naked. Yet.
He deserved a fucking medal for all the restraint he was exercising here.
His fingertips dragged over her taut midsection, causing her stomach to flutter from the interaction. He released a low and rumbling growl of approval. "Mmm, you are sexy," he spoke in a measured and seductive timbre.
Heather sucked in a sharp breath as her visage exploded with a deep crimson hue. Her hands swiftly flew over her face, shrouding her absolute mortification.
Kevin grimaced at her reaction, although he wasn't the least bit taken back by it. "Hey," his tone was soothing as he took hold of her wrists and gently peeled them away from her face. When he did this, she had no choice but to peer up at him in her typical diffident manner. "No, Little One. Please don't hide." He shifted and the mattress sagged under his weight as he loomed over her. He guided her hands to rest on the pillow until they were softly pinned on either side of her head. "How am I supposed to see how much pleasure I give you?" His enormous hand dragged down the narrow outline of her figure. "I wanna see how good it feels while I explore every inch of this sweet, little body," he informed her before kissing her lush lips.
He separated from the kiss, much to her protest and his eyes traveled to her bikini top again. "Let's start here, shall we?" Kevin suggested in a husky tone. Keeping a watchful eye on her reaction, he tentatively reached behind her neck for the strap that secured it at the back. It was an odd sort that didn't tie with a string. He supposed she had chosen it strategically, but he didn't dwell on the thought. He unhooked the clasp and he felt her stiffen. He chuckled lightly. "Sweet thing. You're so adorable," he whispered in her ear, trying to calm her nerves. Then he kissed her neck while he sought after the clasp at her back. Involuntarily, her body arched against him, granting him the necessary access.
Instead of removing the garment straight away, he moved to the front, his fingers hooking on the narrow material between her breasts. With a painful deliberateness, he drew the fabric away, while his eyes remained locked onto hers.
It seemed to take Heather a moment to register what had happened until she sensed the rush of cool air on her skin. Gasping in humiliation, her arms flew to conceal her exposed flesh, but her efforts were gently thwarted by Kevin's sturdy forearms. His gaze floated from her face, down to the understated swells of her breasts. Her breasts were pale triangles outlined by the harsh boundaries of her sunburned skin. Milky flesh surrounded rosy peaks that were pebbled from the cool air inside the room. "Christ," the goliath muttered as he observed the enchanting sight on display before him. She was indeed tiny, but her nipples were plump and an immaculate shade of pink.
Heather squirmed under his scrutiny. Just when she didn't believe her mortification could be more immense, he was staring intensely at her. The expression in his eyes puzzled her and made her apprehensive. She knew that he was accustomed to women far lovelier than her. She spoke in a quavering voice, "I h-hope it's okay. I know I'm not…big, or anything, but-"
"You're perfect," he told her adamantly.
"No one is perfect," she refuted weakly.
Damn, she was hard-pressed to take a compliment. She definitely possessed a stubborn streak when she felt it suited her. Kevin wasn't sure whether or not this was his own doing, but one thing was certain. There would be no contending with her from here on out.
"That may very well be. But you are perfect for me," he advised her, as a gigantic hand moved to fondle one of her diminutive mounds. The young girl expelled a whimper as her chest shuddered with his touch. He experimentally brushed his knuckles over the erect nipple and listened in satisfaction as she moaned. His hands engulfing her small tits, he squeezed them gently, then rubbed the hardened nubs under his thumbs.
Heather was in awe of the sensation that surged through her. Her skin scorched underneath his fingertips. Her flesh was tender from the sunburn, but it was of no consequence when compared to the searing heat his touch offered.
Leaning down, he kissed the almost non-existent valley between her breasts. His long mane fell over her chest as he trailed to one of the modest hills. Heather's tiny body shuddered at the duel sensation of his hair sweeping across her sensitive peaks and the abrasive contact of his goatee faintly scraping against her delicate flesh. Kevin flicked his tongue over the rosy bud and watched it harden even further. The young girl, inhaled sharply through her nose. He momentarily glanced up at her with a sort of sly grin. Sweet little thing, he mused before lowering his head. His tongue continued to lave playfully at her nipple for a few moments, before carefully drawing it into his mouth.
The goliath delicately sucked on the hardened pebble, gently tugging at it between his teeth, as he manipulated the other with his adroit digits. The bashful girl released a gasp that morphed into abject mewling as she squirmed underneath his ministrations. Lightly dragging his teeth across the fine nub, he released it with a small pop. His action caused her to whimper and she arched upward slightly as if begging for his return.
"You okay, sweetness?" he whispered, not truly seeking a response as he moved to lavish the other breast with the same adoration. Kevin was stricken by just how responsive this reserved little girl was. The faintest contact seemed to set her ablaze. She was guilelessly imploring his attentions and he was all too willing to provide them to her. Perhaps it was due to being a virgin and completely untried in intimate matters, or perhaps she was just that damn perceptive. Either way, he pondered briefly whether it was possible to bring her to climax in this manner. It was something he would need to investigate another time, however. That would be so hot, but he wanted her first orgasm gushing right onto his tongue while he tasted how fucking sweet she was.
Kevin pulled away from her chest to gaze down at her, but she was too bashful to meet his eyes. "See? Perfect. Perfect little tits," he breathed as he pinched one of her nipples playfully and she jerked with a tiny huff. "Perfectly kissable lips." He momentarily claimed her mouth with a raw tenderness. "And this…" His lanky fingers plumed over her yet undiscovered center, "I bet this is the most perfect thing of all."
His pursuits were so disarming, Heather could do little to respond aside from whine vulnerably as his nimble fingers attached to the last remaining article on her body and deliberately began to draw them off of her hips and down her slender legs. His observation zeroed in on the junction amidst her thighs as it was gradually revealed to him. Her heart pounded like a war drum, her lungs were tight and his every action sent fires licking across her skin, intent on consuming her.
As he peeled away her bottoms, her first instinct was to snap her legs shut and conceal her nakedness. Unfortunately, the giant held her legs steady. Regardless, she attempted to shield herself, even her previously exposed upper half. "I…I'm n-nude," she squeaked incredulously, debating as to whether she should grab the covers to shroud herself. She was feeling entirely self-conscious and mortified. She hadn't the courage to so much as change out for PE in front of her peers and now every inch of her flesh was on display before him.
"Mmm-hmm," he confirmed in amusement. However, his grin promptly faded and was replaced by a worrisome expression. "Do you want me to stop, Little One?" he questioned in a serious tone. Fuck him, he didn't want to. He was already expending every ounce of willpower to not just ravish her so savagely.
"I…I'm not sure," she mumbled. Her eyes were glassy again as if she was on the verge of tears and she was trembling beneath him. "I'm n-not sure why – I'm not like the o-others…" her meek voice trailed off.
He was instantly aware of the others she was eluding to. "No, you're not like the others," he spoke in a soothing tone as he gingerly pushed her legs open a little wider. "That's why you're so perfect for me, little nymphette." He had been staring into her eyes, but his gaze drifted down to the untainted flower at the apex of her thighs, truly taking in the sight for the first time.
A smattering of dark curls glistened from her slick arousal. He knew she wouldn't be bare down below. She was far too diffident to contend with all of that. Her labia were plump and swollen with her unknown excitement and concealed the shy, tiny bud that was likely just as engorged. Her modest slit dripped with wetness that was now smeared over her inner thighs. Kevin hadn't realized his breath had hitched as his stare raked over her entire body, mesmerized. It was noteworthy, the contrast between her milk-white complexion and the tan lines that denoted her seared flesh, but it didn't subtract from her appeal. "Goddamn, Little One," he muttered. "You are gorgeous. Just fucking beautiful," he told her as his hands roamed her figure again. She stared at him challengingly for a few moments but was forced to surrender to his attentiveness and dropped her guard.
Heather whimpered softly when his touch coasted over the uncharted territory below, causing her to quiver. Kevin slipped a finger inside her delicate petals, gently parting them as he stroked along her slick heat. He located her tiny button, all puffed with desire, and swept torturous circles over it. His Little One was drenched and so excited. With the way she was keening and vibrating below him, his cock was weeping to plunge deep inside her tight, virgin hole as it throbbed and strained from his unbridled lust.
Not yet. Take it easy, you jackass, he reprimanded himself mentally.
To the girl's disapproving protest, he retracted his attention before too long. She canted her hips upwards unconsciously as she peered up at him with a mixture of curiosity and displeasure, which was precisely the reaction he was hoping for.
"Ya know, since you're so fond of words, Little One," he began as his face loomed above hers, "I've got one for you. Bear in mind, this is not a term you repeat in everyday conversation, okay?" She simply stared up at him with her innate inquisitiveness. He leaned into her ear slightly, "Cunnilingus," he imparted in a husky tone.
Heather's brows knit together, uncertain of what he was even speaking of. Far be it from her, but this didn't appear to be the appropriate occasion for a vocabulary lesson. Had she been of a sound mind, she would have expressed her appreciation of his regards to her logophilia. The term was unfamiliar and she was too stimulated to cogitate properly as it were. "Wh-what is that?" she inquired as her chest heaved.
Kevin chuckled darkly as a fiendish smirk stretched across his lips and his hazel eyes flashed deviously at her. In a low and lascivious timbre, he informed her, "I'm about to show you."
Yes, there is more to this scene. Yes, I'm already working on it. No spoilers, but I'm pretty sure you all are going to start hating me before too long.