He stops. “Are you sore?”
“A little.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
His concern is so sweet and arousing that I feel my pussy throb with need. I push into him.
“Don’t you dare stop now,” I whisper, and a chuckle escapes him.
He pushes into me inch by inch. I hold my breath through the slight pain. But when he fills me and starts thrusting slowly, the familiar soothing feeling flares inside me.
I like my hands pinned above my head. It stretches me so I can arch my back and press my breasts against his hard chest.
His hand on my body slides lower, between us, and he starts touching me down there, swirling his fingers around my clit.
And holy hell…
I whimper, rolling my hips. His hand and cock inside me work double magic.
“You like when I touch you down there, baby girl?’
“Yes,” I exhale, closing my eyes and focusing on the sensation.
“Like that, yeah?” he whispers.
I revel in the feeling of his large form pressing down on me, his sweet heaviness, his hand on my pussy, his cock thrusting deeper inside me. He is impatient this time. More forceful. I like it. The deeper he goes, the faster his fingers work.
And it’s there again.
I am free-falling into pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good,” he exhales, then crashes his mouth into mine.
But I don’t care for the words. I just want to feel. Him inside me. His hands on me. His lips. All of him.
The tension inside me builds, his fingers stroking just the right way.
And I come.
I moan into his mouth, tear mine away from him, and cry out.
Again.
And again.
Ecstasy ripples inside me.
Kai lets go of my hands, and I weave my fingers into his hair, pressing him closer to me.
He goes wild, pushing harder where it hurts a little. He grunts and murmurs something, pumping into me. I let my hands slide to his shoulders, gripping the skin under my fingertips.
It takes an eternity to break a spell. It takes a moment to get close to the one you want. Life is strange. Our story is even stranger. I feel like everything in my life led to this moment—Kai Droga in my arms.
He pushes into me one more time and falls limp on top of me.
For some time, it’s just soft caresses and gentle kisses, his hand stroking my hair as he rubs his nose against my cheek. It makes me smile. I’ve never imagined Kai tender like this.
We don’t talk anymore, sleepy and exhausted from everything that happened during the day.