Without wasting any time, she turns to me, her hair moving with her, falling over her shoulders, and brings her hands to my fly.
She’s crouched at my feet, looking up, pulling my zipper down, freeing my hard-on, and touching my shaft before taking me into her mouth.
Her eyes never leave mine, showing me that all she needs is to please me, make me stay, make me feel, and let her feel.
Her hands move over my balls, around my girth, over my crown.
I love when she licks my length and sucks on my crown.
I love everything she does because I relish the emotions in her eyes.
She is fun.
Fascinating as she’s always been, getting stronger by the day, more in tune, bolder, and more emotional.
Her emotions are deep, real, and bonding, tying me to her. She partly seduces me. And partly wants me to fall in love with her.
It doesn’t take long, and it doesn’t take a lot, and I feel like my hard-on is about to explode.
Between her touch and her piercing gaze, my efforts to hold back are mostly ruined.
A smile floods her eyes, and also sheer happiness like moments ago.
She wants me to come, so she sucks on me harder, moving her hand up and down, and I fall into the temptation, bringing my hand to her head and guiding her strokes against my hardness.
My muscles turn to rocks, the imminent pleasure becoming unbearable.
She wants me to blast my load into her mouth, and I’m right there, edging, when I pull her up, peel off my tank top and shirt, and open my jeans.
With one arm, I swoop her up, with the other spreading her legs around my waist.
Her arms go around my neck when I put her on the wall table, the same one we used on Saturday morning, but things couldn’t be more different this time.
With one swift motion, I cuff my shaft and burry it inside her, our mouths becoming one.
She clenches around me, and it takes seconds before she starts moaning, breaking the kiss and shutting her eyes, her head tilted back, her lips parted, her nails sunk in my neck.
Her tension morphs into waves of pleasure, shudders sweeping through her frame.
She smiles, amused, looking at me with drunk eyes.
“Fuck…” she murmurs quietly. “That’s not what I wanted.”
She laughs, eager to do it again.
Her wetness rolls down, trickling between her legs, washing over my hard-on.
We kiss again, her hands framing my face, her hunger soaring.
Right there and then, I feel her thirst for me. And now, I believe that she couldn’t stop thinking about me.
I move into her repeatedly, relishing her warm walls around my flesh.
“Kai…” she murmurs, casting a blank stare, sweat shimmering on her upper lip.
Her eyes get heavy, and her expression changes.
“I missed you,” she murmurs.