Chapter 39 LOSING CONTROL

Chapter 39 LOSING CONTROL
Kira wasn’t sure how long they stood there holding each other, but the change began to happen slowly, then exploded all at once. Rex’s hand sneaked up her back, warm and confident, and she  lifted her head from his shoulder and looked into his eyes. The hunger she saw in them stole her breath immediately.
Neither of them uttered a single word.
All her careful rules, all the reasons she’d given herself to stay away from him…they all dissolved in that look. He clearly wanted her, and by God she wanted him. There was no hiding it anymore.
Before her brain could finish calibrating, he kissed her.
It started with a gentle brushing of his lips against hers like a question. She answered by pressing closer and opening her mouth, and that made the kiss deepen instantly, turning fierce and wet. His tongue slid against hers, tasting and claiming. Before she knew what was going on, she had grabbed the front of his shirt, twisting it in her fist as heat soared through her body.
He walked her backward until her hips hit the kitchen counter, and she pulled him with her, desperate for more contact. His hands roamed…cupping her ass first, then sliding up her sides, with his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through her clothes at the same time. He was so hard already…she could feel the thick length of his dick aggressively pushing against her stomach.
Rex pulled back just enough to look at her, his breathing ragged and his eyes dark with lust. “Still with me?” he huffed.
In answer, she grabbed his face and dragged him back down.
He lifted her onto the counter like she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against the hardness in his pants as his mouth moved to her neck, sucking and biting, while one hand pushed her shirt up and yanked her bra down. He grabbed her bare breast, firmly pinching the nipple until she moaned loudly.
“Fuck, Kira,” he growled against her skin.
He stepped back only to rip her pants and underwear down her legs in one smooth motion, tossing them aside carelessly like disturbances. Then he dropped to his knees, spreading her thighs wide to see how much she wanted this. Much to his satisfaction, Kira was heavily soaked, and her pussy was glistening under the kitchen lights. Rex looked up at her with that wicked and knowing smile of his.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
He reached into the cabinet, grabbed a bar of dark chocolate and a small pot. He broke the chocolate into the pot, set it on low heat, and watched it melt while his other hand stroked her inner thigh, teasingly close to where she really needed him the most.
The rich, dark scent of melting chocolate soon filled the air around the kitchen and beyond. Rex dipped a finger into the warm liquid and then slowly painted it across her lower lip. She sucked his finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and tasting the bittersweet chocolate and the salt of his skin. His eyes darkened further with the dirtiest of desires.
He painted more chocolate across her collarbone, down between her breasts, over her nipples, and lower…across her stomach and finally along the already throbbing folds of her pussy. Before she could get over the unexpected and exotic sensation, his mouth followed.
Rex licked and sucked every trace of chocolate from her skin with slow and calculated strokes. He took his time on her breasts, biting and sucking her nipples until they were swollen and aching. When he reached her pussy, he spread her open with his thumbs and dragged his tongue from her entrance to her clit in one long, filthy stroke.
Kira cried out, fingers tangling in his hair. He devoured her…licking, sucking, fucking her with his tongue while two thick fingers pushed deep inside her, curling against that perfect spot. The wet and naughty sounds of his mouth on her cunt filled the kitchen, and just when Kira thought it couldn't get better, he added a third finger to the mix, stretching her and pumping steadily as he sucked hard on her clit.
The climax that burst through Kira was hard and wild, and her thighs immediately clamped around his head, while her hips bucked against his face as pleasure consumed her. He didn’t stop at that. Instead, it seemed like a motivation, and he kept licking and fingering her through it, drawing out every shudder left in her body.
When she was trembling, he stood up, eyes blazing. He freed his cock…thick, veined, and already leaking at the tip…and stroked it slowly.
“Open for me, naughty girl,” he said in a husky and hungry voice.
Kira nodded and spread her legs wider, leaning back on her elbows while wondering how he'd gotten her into this position. Rex lined up and thrust into her in one sure and powerful stroke, burying himself completely inside her. Kira gasped at the stretch and the fullness, which suddenly made her appreciate how hot, hard, and perfect he could be.
He fucked her on that counter with deep, relentless strokes, his hip charging forward and backward without breaking rhythm. One hand gripped her thigh and held her open, while the other played with her clit, delivering gentle stimulations that made her squirm in pleasure. 
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “So wet for me.”
He leaned down to kiss her, messy and desperate, while pounding into her with all the chocolate still smeared on their skin, making everything slick and sweet. He shifted angles, hitting that spot inside her again and again until she came a second time, clenching hard around his cock and crying out his name.
Rex didn’t slow down. He fucked her through it, then pulled out, flipped her around so her chest pressed against the cool counter, and rammed back into her from behind. The new angle was even deeper, and he grabbed her hips to increase the reach and momentum of his thrust.
“Come again,” he demanded, reaching around to rub her clit. “I want to feel you milk my cock.”
She did…shattering around him with a broken moan. Only then did Rex let go. He buried himself deep and came with a loud groan of his own as he spilled his hot and thick load inside her.
They stayed like that for a while, panting and grinning as his body draped over hers. Slowly he pulled out, turned her around, and lifted her back onto the counter to hold her against his chest. His heart hammered against her cheek. The chocolate pot sat cooling on the stove, the single light above them casting warm shadows.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since the first bar of chocolate I put on your breakfast plate,” he murmured.
She laughed softly, still catching her breath. “I know.”
“Worth the wait?”
She looked up at him…flushed, satisfied, and completely real. “Don’t push it, Rex.”
He smiled, a genuine and unguarded smile.
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In the corridor outside the kitchen door, Vanessa hadn’t moved. She had recorded everything through the door…every kiss, every lick of chocolate, every explicit thrust and moan, and the moment Rex told Kira to open for him. She had seen the raw climax that followed, and her phone had captured it all in clear, damning detail.
She scrolled through the photos and short video clips with a cold and wicked grin, her face showing no expression outward. Rex’s face in those moments…lost in pleasure, completely open…was something she had never managed to draw from him. Kira’s ecstasy was equally damning.
She thought about Victor seeing them. Then she thought about what she could force Rex to do if she showed him first.
She raised a hand to open the door…