I moaned and pushed my ass higher in the air, hoping he would get the hint. He backed away and slapped my ass. He rubbed the head of his cock on my pussy as his other hand pushed down between my shoulder blades. I kept moving around. I couldn’t lay still while he tormented me. He slapped my ass again.
I knew that I couldn’t do anything to make it happen any faster than he wanted. I lay there, eyes closed, waiting. The tip of his cock entered me and stilled. When I turned my head to look at him, my lips were captured by his mouth. He thrust into me, smooth and quick, and I moaned in his mouth.
After each thrust, he pinched my nipples. He picked up the pace and pushed into me rapidly. I moaned and thrashed against the sheets. I moved my hands to find something to hold on to as my toes curled, and my mind went blank. My body stiffened, overwhelmed with the orgasm that slammed into me.
I didn’t want him to stop, but I didn’t know how much more I could take. His body tensed. His rhythm slowed, and his breathing intensified. He collapsed onto my back, and both of our bodies were slick with sweat. He held me tightly and kissed my shoulder and then my neck. I flipped over, wrapped my legs around him, and kissed him on the lips. My energy had evaporated, and the only craving left was sleep.
That evening, we went to dinner at a quaint little restaurant on the ocean. He convinced me to try foods I’d never tasted before. We shared our dinners, had beer, and enjoyed the music before deciding to walk the beach.
The sand still held the warmth from the sun. Sand filled the crevices of my feet as the waves crashed over top. The sun slowly lowered below the horizon as we talked about our dreams for the future.
“Are we going to survive this?” I asked.
“Survive what?”
“The long-distance thing. It’s only going to get harder,” I replied.
“We’ll be okay, Sophia. It won’t be like this forever.”
“I can’t leave before the end of the school year, which is over nine months away.”
“We’ll figure it out. Let’s take it one step at a time. It’ll all work out,” he said.
“Want to walk down to the pier?”
“Sure,” he replied, sensing my need to change the subject.
The pier was illuminated, and a large crowd had gathered, catching our attention. Local artists displayed their work along the railings. A small table had bracelets adorned with names. I wanted one with his name. I searched, finding one and grabbing it quickly. I needed something with his name to display on my body too. Kayden paid the artist and placed it on my wrist. Distant lightning danced across the sky.
He let go of my wrist, brushing the windswept hair out of my face. “Let’s head back to the room.”
“I want to lie in your arms until I fall asleep,” I said.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and I rested my head on his chest as we walked back to the room.
I had missed sleeping with him—the intimacy. Kayden threw his clothes on the floor before I had a chance to put my purse down. He turned on the TV and switched off the lamps. I undressed quickly and crawled under the covers with him. I felt at home at that moment, my body wrapped around his and my head on his chest, fingers playing with his chest hair. His hand stroked my back as my eyes began to close. I moved my hand to his face and toyed with his goatee, gently tugging on the tip.
I had been in a deep sleep, but my body was now in motion. Kayden moved my legs, and I didn’t bother to open my eyes or ask what he was doing. I could feel his hardness against my back. His fingertips brushed against my opening, and I was slick and ready. He grabbed my hip with one hand and was holding himself against me with the other. Pushing slowly inside of me, he held on to my hips. His chest rubbed against my back. He bit my neck as he moved an arm around my waist. I leaned my body back into his and arched to allow him to have easier access and a better angle. He fisted my hair and held me in place while he used me as a sex toy. He pumped inside of me like a well-oiled machine before coming to an abrupt stop. His cock stayed nestled inside of my body as he pulled me tightly against him. I drifted back to sleep and dreamed of Kayden.
17
Kayden
Devotion
IknowI shocked and scared Sophia with my tattoo. It seemed through all of our chats that no one had ever done anything special for her.
I knew that was extreme and a bit crazy—a permanent act, but she needed to know how important she was to me. She questioned my faithfulness, and I felt this would help calm her worries. I knew she’d be mine, forever. I would make sure of it. I’d give her everything I had to make her want no one else. I’d do my best to love her like she had never been loved before.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I wanted to run into Lisa during our trip. I wanted her to see Sophia and her beauty. I wanted everyone to know Sophia was mine—especially Lisa. She tried to destroy us, but Sophia listened long enough to forgive me. Lisa had always been a controlling bitch, not overtly, but the cunning type. Her pussy blinded me to the venom spewing from her mouth for far too long. Her fangs pierced my skin but didn’t leave a permanent scar on my heart.
Sophia brought my heart back to life. She radiated good girl but died to be naughty. It was more than just sex for me, though. I adored her and wanted to cherish her. She needed to know she wasn’t just another woman to me. She wasthewoman.Mine.Always.
I shuffled out of bed, careful not to wake Sophia. I knew she loved coffee, so I wanted to find her the perfect cup. I stopped by the front desk to ask for their help. They gave me directions to a café nearby to accomplish my task. I needed to be quick, though. Sophia didn’t always sleep in, and she would notice my absence when she began to stir.
The shop was around the corner, and the aroma filled the street. I ordered her a large caramel something or other. I had never been a coffee drinker, but I knew she liked her coffee sweet and light. I ordered a small for myself because the smell sucked me in, and I’d catch hell if I finished hers before getting back to the room.
I slowly opened the door, trying to avoid waking her, while balancing the two drinks in my hand. I could see her body wrapped in the sheets, holding a pillow tightly against her chest. I placed the cups on the nightstand and leaned over to kiss her lips. She kissed me back without opening her eyes.
