“Fuck, Kenna,” he growled, his head bowing into my neck as he pumped into me.
I was mindless with want for him. My whole being, existence, became about Haydyn and the hot push and pull of him inside me. My hips rose to meet his hard thrusts, my cries and his groans filling the room.
He was surprisingly dominant, and it turned me the fuck on. I knew I was going to come quickly. The tension inside me tightened, tightened, tightened every time he pulled out and slammed back in.
“I’m close,” I gasped because I’d never come with just penetration. “Haydyn, I’m going to come.”
He released one of my hands to grab my thigh and pulled it up against his hip, changing the angle of his thrust. I reached for him blindly as the tension inside me shattered.
“Haydyn!” I cried out. Loudly. Disbelieving. Euphoric.
My orgasm rolled through me, my inner muscles rippling and squeezing around Haydyn. His hips pounded faster and then momentarily stilled before he cried out my name, his grip on my thigh bruising as his hips jerked with the swell and throb of his release.
As his climax shuddered through him, he let go of my thigh and slumped over me. Haydyn’s warm, heavy weight surrounded me, and I slid my hands across his back.
Our labored breathing rasped in my ears.
My heart pounded.
Haydyn and I had finally given in to our attraction.
I’d just had the best sex of my life and it might even mean something much deeper than that.
But we’d also just had sex without a condom and Haydyn had come inside me.
Six
Haydyn
Kenna lay soft and warm in my arms. I woke up about half an hour ago, but she was still asleep.
After we’d first fallen over each other like horny teens, so clouded by lust we’d forgotten protection, I’d made sure to don some when I took Kenna into my room to make love to her. She made me laugh as I carried her out of Michael’s room, anxious about throwing his bedcovers in the laundry all the while assuring me she thought she wasn’t in the right place in her cycle and we should be okay.
Despite what I’d said to her, there was still a part of me worried that I was going to be the one who got my heart broken. That Kenna was still grieving and looking for a place to latch on to in her grief. That when she finally started to heal, she’d realize that and leave us.
But seeing her look so hurt thinking I only wanted her body, I couldn’t let it stand. I couldn’t bear to see her in pain.
And I wanted her so badly.
So I gave in.
Even as worries spun in my head about how this would affect Michael, I couldn’t deny how perfect she felt in my arms.
Brushing her hair off her neck, I trailed light kisses over her soft skin. She squirmed in her sleep, undulating her perfect arse against my cock.
Jesus, she was turning me into a teenage boy.
Reaching back for the nightstand, I grabbed protection and suited up. Then I set about waking Kenna with my fingers. Hot blood thickened my cock from semi to full mast in an instant at the feel of her warmth. I found her clit and circled it.
Kenna moaned, her eyes fluttering open. It took her a second to get her bearings. She glanced over her shoulder and her expression softened at the same time her lips parted on an excited gasp. “Haydyn?”
“Happy Christmas, sweetheart.”
“Happy,” she moaned, her fingers tightening around the pillow beneath her head. “C-Christmas. Ahhh, Haydyn.”
Feeling her grow wet, I couldn’t wait any longer. I gripped her hips and nudged her legs open. Finding her, I surged inside, squeezing my eyes closed at the perfection of her snug heat around my cock.
Our groans and cries filled the bedroom as I gently made love to her.
