Free Knight and Day (The Knight Erotic Trilogy, book 3 of 3) by Kitty French

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    “I want you underneath me the first time.” He backed her towards the bed, pushing her panties down her thighs. “And I want to see your face when I make you come.”
    She sank down as the bed touched the back of her calves, and he bent to help her get the scrap of lace over her boots.
    “I could just take my boots off,” she offered.
    Dylan shook his head and kissed her kneecap, tossing her panties aside. She was sitting on the edge of his bed, and she was naked. He parted her knees and knelt between them, rising up until he was eye to eye with her. Her mouth opened a little when he brushed the back of his fingers lightly over her sex, and he leaned in and kissed her.
    “You like that?” he murmured, doing it again, letting his fingers linger. Opening her, deliberate and slow.
    Kara rested her forehead against his, her breathing short and shallow, her eyes glittering. She was waiting for more, and he had so much more he wanted to give her.
    “So ready for me,” he said, sliding the tips of his fingers over her, knowing full well that she needed more.
    He groaned when her fingers curled around his shaft. She wasn’t playing fair either.
    “So ready for me,” she whispered, and he turned his hand over and thrust two fingers inside her, loving the erotic sound of her moan.
    “Dylan…”
    His cock swelled harder at the sound of his name on her lips, making him reach for a condom from the drawer beside the bed.
    She nodded, breathing hard, taking the foil packet from him and opening it with her teeth.
    “Let me.”
    Protection had never been so sexy. She rolled it over his length with sure fingers, and he rewarded her by drawing delicate circles around her clitoris with his index finger as he traced her lips with his tongue. She kissed him back, her fingers twisting in his hair, her breath coming in short rasps.
    “Lie back, English,” he breathed, moving with her until they stretched out full length on the bed. She opened her thighs when he settled his body over hers, one thrust away from home. Her hand curved around his butt cheek, the other around the back of his neck.
    It had to be now. He pushed his hips down, his breath leaving his chest in a rush as his cock thrust into the warmth and beauty of her body. Blood rushed to his brain. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Her fingernails dug into his ass where she gripped him, holding him deep inside her.
    She opened her eyes when he smoothed her damp hair back from her face, and the trace of a smile crossed her kiss-swollen lips.
    “I know,” he said hoarsely, rocking his hips slowly over hers. “I know.”
    And then she wound those cowboy boots around his thighs, and all conscious thought left his head in favour of just feeling, and fucking.
     
    Kara wrapped her legs tight around Dylan, hardly able to breathe around the need to come. He’d built her up to this from the moment she’d stepped aboard the boat, and every thrust of his cock edged her closer.
    In the end, it wasn’t his cock that made her orgasm. It was his words.
    “ I know.”
    He fucked her slowly, hard, and delicious, and when his hand snaked between their damp bodies to finger her clitoris, he said it again.
    “I know, beautiful girl. I know.”
    Did he know? Did he feel it too, that this was the fuck of a lifetime? She was boneless, ready to come, wanting it to go on forever because she’d never known sex could be so all-encompassing. He touched her everywhere. Between her legs. Inside her head. Every inch of her body shimmered on the agonising, delicious edge of orgasm, then his tongue slid over hers as he started to thrust faster, spreading her wide with his knee against hers.
    His fingers. His cock. His eyes. His mouth.
    “Fuck, Kara, oh fuck…” His eyes locked with hers as her body bucked beneath him. He lost his control watching her face as she came beneath him, his body responding with hard slams that sent her orgasm spinning out all the way to her toes and fingertips.
    She wrapped