Two. He had just given me two orgasms. I had only had that happen when I’d made myself come.
I was so caught up in the thrill of coming twice for him that a third release snuck up on me, making my entire body shake so hard he stopped mid-stroke to watch me. It lasted for nearly a full minute before my muscles calmed down, and then Kale was thrusting again, taking me toward number four.
He was thrusting so hard into me I thought he was going to split me in half. All I could do was lie there, wallowing in the pleasure he was killing me with. I was so close to number four—so damn close—but at the same time, it felt like it was so far out of reach.
Kale fell forward, his fists on either side of my head. He brushed a butterfly soft kiss over my lips. The sweet little caress of his lips on mine contrasting with the powerful thrusts of his hips had my heart stopping.
Then Kale lowered his head until his lips were right beside my ear. “Come for me, doll. Let me feel yours so I can give you mine.” One more hard thrust followed his hoarse plea, and then he kept himself there, so deep, touching that secret place he had discovered.
I came harder than any of the previous times. So hard I was sure my spine was going to snap. I clutched his back, holding on to him in a desperate attempt to hold on to reality as invisible hands tried to carry me away. My nails sliced into his back, but I was mindless to the pain I was inflicting.
“Fucking hell, doll!” he roared as he started to come for me. “Santana … God.”
“Kale,” I whimpered. I wasn’t coming down as quickly as I had the first three times, and I was suddenly terrified of how intense I was feeling. Tears blurred my vision, and I buried my face in his sweat covered chest. “Kale …”
“I got you,” he promised close to my ear, his voice coming out in a hoarse croak while his body continued to tremble above me. “I got you, my beautiful, little doll.”
THIRTEEN
Kale
I didn’t know if I was alive or dead. I was still breathing, and my heart was still beating erratically, practically pounding its way out of my chest. However, the rest of my body was only just now starting to get feeling back in it.
Every part except my dick.
That was still deep inside Santana who was languid beneath my weight. She skimmed her fingers up and down my back, but her breathing and heartbeat were just as crazy as my own.
I slowly lifted my head until I could see her face. Her makeup was slightly smeared under her eyes, and her hair was slightly damp with sweat, but fuck, she had never looked more beautiful to my eyes.
“We’re still alive … right?” I asked her with a grin.
She snickered. “Yeah, babe. Pretty sure we didn’t check out. Although, for a few minutes there, I was pretty sure you were going to kill me with that anaconda of yours.”
Concern for her filled me. “Fuck, doll. I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
She reached out, touching my jaw, her fingers combing through my short beard before tugging lightly. “I feel amazing right now. You were amazing. I’ve never …” She grimaced. “Never, ever felt that good with another lover.”
Something deep in my chest suddenly felt like it had been ripped open, releasing some caged beast I had never known existed inside me until right that moment. I didn’t know who her past lovers were, but I wanted to slit their fucking throats. They had seen my doll, touched her, pleasured her. They had to die.
I couldn’t stand the thought of them having experienced what I’d just shared with her. I fucking hated that they got even a small taste of that kind of paradise with her.
Feeling oddly lost and wanting only to savor the afterglow of the best sex of my entire damn life, I pushed myself up. “Let’s take a shower.”
“Yeah, give me a few more minutes. I’m a little jelly-legged right now.”
Feeling smug was ten times better than the way I was feeling only a moment before. Grinning, I pulled away from her, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her pretty pussy. My eyes ate up the sight of her pink flesh releasing my dick from her tight, little body, and then it hardened all over again.
She had lifted her head to watch me pull us apart, too, and when she saw how easily I reacted to the sight of us, I heard her breath catch. Then I watched as her tongue snuck out of her kiss swollen mouth, brushing over her bottom lip and begging me to kiss her until those lips were raw. I was leaving on Sunday, and I wanted to be imprinted on every part of her body before then.
“Kale,” she breathed, brushing her fingers across my dick that was still encased in the condom and her sweet cream. “Please?”
I had just left her pussy, but I didn’t even hesitate to dive back in.
She sank her nails into my back as I thrust into her hard and deep. Then I gave her a moment to adjust to me invading her tender flesh again so soon, but within seconds, my body was taking over and I was fucking her hard.
“Yes,” she cried in my ear as I rocked into her again and again. “Please don’t stop. It feels so good.”
I thrust harder, making her moan in ecstasy. “You like that?”