“That’s it,” he praised. “You’re doing so good, love.”
His hips began to move as he slowly thrusted into me. Our gazes remained locked on each other. With every stroke, the tension released from my body, and pleasure soon replaced it.
“Killian…” I moaned his name as my nails sank into the flesh of his biceps.
“Shit, Layah!” He groaned loudly. “You feel so good, baby.”
He draped my legs over his shoulders and sank deeper into me, causing me to gasp.
“Oh…oh my God!”
“Tell me how it feels.”
“So good. Shit! So good!”
“You deserve to feel good. I want to give you nothing but love and pleasure.”
His pace picked up, and for a second, I tensed again.
“Stay with me,” he coached. He leaned in and kissed me. “There you go. Open up for me, mama. Play with your clit.”
Blindly, I reached between us, locating the sensitive bundle of nerves. As my fingers circled it, the tension eased, and once again, all I felt was pleasure. My mouth opened, and a loud cry fell from my lips.
“Oooo!”
“Doesn’t that feel good?” he asked, nipping at my nipples.
“Yes!”
I matched my strumming to his strokes. When he sped up, I sped up. When he slowed down, I slowed down. I was so wet that every thrust of his length could be heard over the sounds of me panting heavily. My legs trembled, and my toes curled.
“I…I feel it,” I whispered breathlessly. “I’m gonna cum!”
The muscles of my stomach tightened. My clit throbbed beneath my essence-covered fingers.
“I’m gonna cum,” I repeated.
Killian didn’t miss a beat in removing my legs from his shoulders and wrapping them around his waist. I felt my upper body being lifted from the bed. Killian hugged me to his body as he continued to thrust into me. The combination of his strokes and the friction against my clit had me clinging to him for dear life. My eyes closed, and with a final deep stroke, my body exploded from the inside.
A string of curses left my lips, and I basked in the immense pleasure coursing through me. Tears streamed down my face, and my body trembled with excitement as he filled the condom with a loud grunt.
For a long moment, he just held me as I held him. When my back finally touched the bed, I felt him slide out of me. He disappeared from the bed and went into the bathroom. I could hear the water running as I lay there, trying to regain my senses. I never expected lovemaking to be so beautiful, yet so exhausting.
Killian returned from the bathroom, void of the condom, with a warm rag in his hand. He cleaned me up, then tossed the rag aside. Leaning over me, he pecked my lips.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Spent.”
He chuckled. “You’ll build stamina over time.”
Pulling back the covers, he tucked me under then climbed in with me. I cuddled up next to him and rested my head on his chest.
“Thank you,” I said faintly.
“For giving you some dick?”
I giggled. “No. For being the perfect do-over. I love you, Killian. Thank you for taking care of me.”
