Knacayn: A Terraneu Novel (Book Seven) by Stormy McKnight

bed.
    When she had asked for undergarments, she was told they didn’t usually
wear the tops, unless it was swimwear. However, she was shown a wide array of
panties. The thong she was wearing now was a lacy black number. Feeling the bed
hit her bottom she went to break the kiss, but Knacayn must have sensed it too
because amazingly he lifted her and with a small bounce she was lying on the
bed. Her knees were pushed up and out and Knacayn was bending between her
thighs. His hot breath on the sensitive spot on her knee, then her thigh…then
the inner thigh and zing. He didn’t even bother to take off her thong before
his hot mouth was making her eyes cross. She was almost embarrassed by how wet
she was but the sexy growling noises Knacayn was making pushed all other
thoughts away. Without moving his mouth from the center of her heat, he lifted her hips and the thong was gone. Now she
knew why they made them to be easily
ripped off. Nothing was between Knacayn’s tongue and her flesh and he was making the most of the situation. She didn’t
last long under the onslaught of his mouth and tongue. With a startled gasp she
was spasming and jerking under his hands.
    She lay there like a boneless mush, languid with pleasure. She couldn’t
possibly move. Opening her eyes to see Knacayn nestling into the spot between her open legs she
had to rethink her previous assessment. She might be able to move if needed.
Judging by the turgid length of his arousal, it was definitely needed. Taking
him in hand as he settled against her she realized with a small thrill that her
fingers could barely close around his girth. This might be interesting. She
wasn’t a virgin but the partners she had before Knacayn were not as well
endowed.
    “Knacayn…” she began, only to let go when he flexed his hips forward.
“I’m not sure…” she began again when the tip left her opening and he pulled
back.
    “It will be okay Kenzie.” He was holding his weight off her with his arms
at her shoulders. She could see down their bodies as he strained to hold
himself back. When he pressed forward a second time, she raised her hips to
meet him. This caused him to go deeper, stretching her with his size and she
gasped. He instantly stilled and went to pull back again.
    “No…do n’t stop.” She wrapped her
legs around the backs of his thighs. “It feels so good.”
    “Are you sure?” He pushed a bit deeper. Flexing back and forth with his
hips.
    “Yes.” Kenzie gasped breathlessly. She was wetting him with every thrust
and knew she would be able to sheath all of him. Moving her hips under him, she
drew him deeper, the way she wanted him. He was trying to go slow and gently.
Now that he was slick with her juices, she wanted him to let loose. Since
harder and deeper was what she wanted, “Harder.” She gasped between thrusts,
“deeper.”
    “I don’t want to hurt you. You seem so small,” he panted.
    “You won’t.” She was writhing under him, trying to show him she was
ready. It was all the encouragement he needed. He increased the ferocity of his
movements. He wasn’t hurting her by any means, he was just using his body mass
to pound her into the mattress. It was the most amazing sex she had ever
experienced and it wasn’t going to last long. She could feel him swelling
larger and knew he had to be close to exploding.
    Taking her legs and drawing them higher until her calves were resting on
his lower back she strained against him. She wasn’t able to raise her hips like
she would prefer, but this position drew him as deep as he could go.
    “Kenzie…do n’t …” he thrust deeply a
few more times and suddenly stiffened. She felt his release inside her and her
body responded spasming along with him. Groaning, he collapsed to her side,
drawing her against his length. “You are incredible.”
    “I would say the same about you.” Kenzie laughed, her fingers tracing his
chest and stomach. Her fingers looked like porcelain against his