“Yes, all the way in.” I pant as I grip the bench.
He finds my heat and slides in with a sharp breath. This position is not as easy to take him in this far. But I breathe through it as he slowly pushes in further. Once he’s all the way in, he says, “You okay?”
“Yeah, give me a second.” I adjust my curve in my back, and that seems to make everything feel more tolerable.
He rubs my lower back, comforting me while I adjust to him.
“I’m good,” I mumble as I push my ass back, making sure he hears me.
The moment I push back, he grunts out and thrusts his hips. Taking my hips into his tight grip, slamming into me like he can’t hold back. Not now, not with me. I keep up with his rhythm. Then his thumb slides down my crack and onto my hole. He presses slightly, feeling it out.
“Yes, please.” I groan, giving him permission to keep going. I want it just as much as he does.
I feel his thumb slip inside, and the goosebumps that erupt all over my body are mind-blowing. All the sensations bring me high. I’m bucking backwards, needing more, so much more…another orgasm is climbing, fast and furious.
“Come for me.” He demands in a gruff tone, with another slap to my ass, the crack echoing off the walls.
My climax crushes me, my eyes shut tight, convulsing, my legs are wobbly. I’m practically falling onto the bench. Screaming, “Kai, shit. Oh my.” Panting, pulse racing, heat radiating, it’s so hot.
With one more thrust, and he’s grunting, growling, “You’re fucking pussy is my temple.” His hips stutter, feeling him pulse, emptying himself inside of me is like heaven.
My walls are finally releasing him from her grip, but not before I pull out every drop of cum from him.
The stars are still dancing around my vision when I lift myself to standing as he slides out of me. I gaze at him. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, you…” He swipes the hair off my face as he embraces me while the water sprays on us. “You are amazing.”
I whisper on his chest, “You are too.”
He hesitates, but he lets me go. I watch as he picks up a facecloth, rubs soap on it, and starts washing my body. Feeling him wash me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. The care and gentleness of his hands over my body. It’s sensual, but in a way that I would accept him doing every day.
When my eyes close, he asks, “Doing okay?”
My eyes slowly open to gaze into his crystal-blue eyes, lighter than earlier. “Absolutely. I’ve never had a man wash me before; it’s a surreal experience.”
“Then no man has ever deserved to be with you like I am.” He continues to wash me, between my legs.
My thighs clamp down on his hand. “It’s so sensitive down there.” I release and breathe through it. It was quick. He’s finished, and the spray washes all the soapsuds off. I take some shampoo, nothing fancy, but I suspect I’ll smell like him after, which I don’t mind at all, and wash my hair, rinse it, and drag my finger down his chest. “My turn.”
I take his facecloth out of his hand; he allows me to do so with some reluctance. “Let me.”
And that’s exactly what I do, washing him from head to toe. It’s a ritual I’d do over and over again.
The moment we are dried off. “You’ll probably want clothes when we hang out on the balcony. T-shirt and sweatpants?”
“That sounds great.” I take the clothes from his hands and slip them on. The t-shirt hangs off me, and the sweatpants—I pulled the strings so tight the waist is puckering, but they are staying up, baggy and long. I’m swimming in his clothes.
My head glances up once I’m dressed. I watch him finish getting dressed in a t-shirt and grey jogging pants, thin and revealing.Holy shit…they are an eye full, but this is the very first time I’ve seen him wear a t-shirt. It’s black and stretches over his chest and down, fitted around his biceps—oh,his biceps.
I walk up to him, dragging my nails over his biceps, and then grab them. My hands don’t even cover half of it. He glances down at me with a devious grin and flexes.Rock…Hard…I could go for another round, but I’m fairly certain he’s toast. Stepping back, I slide my hand down to his, intertwining our fingers. “I want to see this balcony.”
“Okay, we should grab a blanket. The night can be crisp.” As we walk by the bed, he snags the throw blanket and opens the balcony door for me to step through. The cool air hits my face. He guides me to sit on the patio sofa while he starts the propane fireplace. “It doesn’t throw off a bunch of heat, but it’s for the ambiance.”
I snuggle up under the blanket as he wiggles his way in between the arm of the sofa and me. The blanket is big enough for both of us, so I cover him up. He wraps his arms around my shoulder and tugs me closer. His warmth has me nuzzling my face into him and slinging my legs over his. I’m seriously not sure if I could get any closer, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he kisses my forehead.
“I’m glad you decided to come here and experience my nighttime routine.” He chuckles. “Okay, well, it was the furthest from my routine I could have gotten.”
My fingers trail lazily over his chest. “I could get used to this kind of routine.” With honesty pouring out of me, I’m riding this high.
