“True.” Yanna laughed. “So, are we good now? You forgive me?”
“Yea, we good. I forgive you as long as you forgive me.”
“You know damn well I forgive you. I just hope we never go through anything like this again.”
“I mean, we gone go through shit, but---”
“We gone get through shit.”
“Right, because we might fuss, argue, cuss each other out, but at the end of the day, where the fuck you going?”
“Nowhere.” She playfully rolled her eyes.
“Nowhere,” Kas copied. “C’mere.” Four fingers to the back of her neck assisted Kas in pulling Yanna’s face to his. Their foreheads touched as he claimed ownership of her gaze. Water crashed onto the shore, stopping short of them, the sound filling the lingering silence between the two. Quiet was good. Kas had said all he needed to say. Conveyed every feeling, uttered every apology. Now, he just wanted to be inside, but it was like she had him stuck. Like he wanted to freeze that moment in time. Everything was good between them, and that wasn’t something they were able to accomplish often. Yanna was the first to break their merriment, merging their lips together. It was like she pressed the magic button to release Kas from his mystification. He pecked her once, twice, three times before trailing his tongue from her decolletage to her ear, pinching it between his teeth then assigning light kisses in the same spot. Yanna released a pleased sigh, allowing her head to fall back like it was heavy. His kisses produced moans that were a testament of how euphoric he was making her feel. She stretched her legs on either side of Kas’ body. His hands found their way to her hair while he kissed her ardently. Kissed her entire mouth so sultrily, it felt as if they’d become one with the water near them. The entire wedding party could’ve joined them on the beach in that moment, and neither of them would’ve budged. Unable to withstand them not being connected anymore, Yanna pulled Kas down on top of her. He took a moment to remove his shirt and get his slacks down. Wet fingers trailed up her thick thighs, raising her dress along the way. Her lace thong was slid to the side, and Kas groaned as he slid into her. “Fuck.” She was tight, soaking, always drenched for him.
“It’s… it’s been a while.”
“I can tell, pussy tight as fuck. Got a nigga about to buss quick. Gotdamn, you better not ever leave me again. Fucking cruel and unusual punishment. I’ll never even look at another bitch. All I need is this. I only need you. Don’t ever do that shit to me again.” His voice was distressed as he stroked her methodically, deepening his stroke until he hit bottom. He dug her out, nearly indenting them into the sand. He maneuvered his hips in a circle, applying pressure to her bud as he did so.
“Shit, never again, I promise, never again,” Yanna wailed, and she was never one to break a promise. They’d have no choice but to get through whatever bullshit they went through because damn if she didn’t need Kas like she needed her next breath. “Kas, damnit, I can’t.”
She would have to because, as far as Kas was concerned, she didn’t have a choice. He burrowed his arms in the sand, wrapping them around her body, using them to forge their bodies closer before planting his hands under her legs. His head swiveled, checking their surroundings to make sure they hadn’t somehow been carried into the water. They were still at a safe distance, letting him know the wetness he was lost in was all Yanna. He hoped the mess they were making in the sand wasn’t fucking up the ecosystem or anything like that. Fuck it, he’d have to make a donation tosave the turtlesor some shit because he didn’t want to stop.
“Open them eyes and look at me so it ain’t never a question who make the pussy wet like this.”
“Never a question. Dick too fucking good to forget, my fucking God it’s too good.”
Kas gripped her tighter, impaling her on his dick, trying to make their bodies one. Her declaration only inciting him further. “You got me all fucked up, girl, I swear.”
“Yessss, Kas, I--- I love you. It scares me so bad, but I can’t deny it any… more. I love you so fucking much.”
“Oh… my…God. Fuck!” Hearing Yanna express the sentiment he’d been dying for her to return sent Kas over the edge. He groaned, griped, winded as he kissed her, damn near consuming her tongue. Even if he tried, he couldn’t hold out. Instead, he kissed her harder, releasing his seed in her with a mannish growl. Busting one nut wasn’t enough to stop Kas. He was insatiable; a few short minutes wouldn’t do. His pace slowed a bit but didn’t falter. Using one hand, he gripped her chin between his fingers. “You love me, Jaiyanna?”
“Always have,” she whispered.
Yanna could never understand how her words filled him. Couldn’t comprehend how mutual the sentiment was. Wasn’t aware that he’d climb the highest mountain, swim the deepest ocean, walk the edges of the world all for the love of her. Gripping her tightly, he flipped their bodies, positioning her on top of him. She lifted her dress, letting the length of it drape over Kas’ legs. Her eyes closed, and she grinded, amazed at the feeling of his length pushing past her navel. Her head slumped back, eyes staring up at the star filled night as Kas’ hands voyaged to her ass. Knees in the sand, back arched like a dancer, she bounced her ass using only her waist. Each time her skin met his, it mimicked the sound of the water surrounding them.
Kas glared into her face, twisted in pure pleasure and intense love. She moaned her gratification, hands planted on his chest. Repositioning herself, she wound her hips, needing him to completely satiate her. It was like she couldn’t get enough. Like the time they’d spent apart had left her famished. Now she needed nourishment, and she was greedy for the shit like it was a delicacy. Like Kas had the only dick in the world capable of bringing her pleasure. Damn if it wasn’t, because there’d never been anyone competent enough to take her body to the heights Kas managed. She was so wet Kas could feel her essence dripping onto his thighs.
“Damn, I love the way you fuck me,” he groaned. “Pussy too muh’fuckin good, gotdamn.”
Kas’ dick was so long and thick she feared it would burst through her chest. So thick, it sent shivers throughout her body every time she slammed onto it.
“Unh, Kas, I’m cumming,” she squealed. Biting down on her lip to muffle the imminent cries from feeling her climax approaching.
“Unh uh, don’t hold back, don’t be quiet. Let me hear how that dick make you feel. Let everybody hear it.”
A seagull landed near them but quickly flew away, the sound of Yanna’s shrill cry of ecstasy scaring it away.
“My God.” She panted. Not in the least finished, but needing just a second to regain her bearing, she placed her hands on his torso and leaned forward. She jumped back when Kas winced, face twisted in pain. “What did I do?”
“Nothing, you good.”
Not believing him, Yanna leaned back, removing her hands to examine the area she’d pressed down on. She didn’t know how she’d missed it before, but there was an angled scar starting near his sternum and ending at his torso. The scar gave her pause because she’d seen it before. It was identical to the one she’d cleaned and dressed for her mother. Though she’d been extremely grateful, she hadn’t put too much thought into who the anonymous donor may have been. Truthfully, she’d figured Onyx had somehow used his celebrity and paid someone to donate. She never would’ve thought…
“It was you? You were my mumma’s anonymous donor?” Kas nodded his head in response. If he didn’t already have her heart, in that moment, Kas would’ve taken possession. She may as well have tattedif lost, return to Kasra Zamanon her forehead because she was now endeared to him. “You did that for me?”
“Nyx told me what would happen if she didn’t get one. I knew what that would do to you, so I got tested and I was a match. Been trying to tell yo ass, anything necessary for you I’mma do it if I can. Body parts included.”
