“For now. For these few hours,” he says, his eyes moving over my face and lips, drinking in my expression. “Before you get back to them. And I share you again.”
He will share me again? Maybe it was a slip of the tongue.
Regardless, that gets etched in my brain. In boldface letters.
“You said there would be more of this…” I murmur. “Of us. Like this…” I add.
“Yeah… There will be more.”
A pause ensues while I fight the most arduous question.
“Why does it have to be a secret?”
“It’s better that way, cariño. You’ll see…”
A smile tilts his lips.
“It’s better for you, too,” he murmurs in response to my inquiring look. “Stop thinking about it.”
He kisses me.
“It will be fun,” he says and kisses me again. “You will get the best of us. And won’t be disappointed in the end.”
How can he tell?
The time for that conversation is not now.
Sadly.
“I want to hold you…” I say.
“You will hold me after you come.”
I chuckle.
“Stubborn,” I say.
“Like you.”
“Make me come,” I taunt him.
“With much pleasure.”
He starts kissing me again, moving his middle finger deeper, his index finger probing my back entrance.
He smears moisture from my center and starts stroking my back ring until it starts to pulse and clench and open for him.
“Now we’re talking…” he says, sensing the tension in my body, the rhythmic rocking of my hips.
I can’t follow him… I’m already slipping. And I’m slipping badly, images popping into my head. With him and Kai. Both fucking me.
“I can’t…”
I want to keep it all straight and maintain a modicum of control. It’s not working. I remember that night with him at my back and Kai in front of me.
And I shudder with pleasure, not coming yet, but being almost there. I close my eyes to block out that thought. But it’s not working.
Again.