“Oh god—” My back arched, my hips lifting off the bed involuntarily. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open, his tongue working me with a skill that had my vision blurring. He lapped at me like he was starving, his groans vibrating against my clit, his fingers digging into my flesh. One hand slid up, his thumb finding my entrance, circling the tight ring of muscle before pressing in—just the tip, just enough to make me gasp.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned against my vagina, his breath hot. “So fucking tight for me.” His thumb sank deeper, stretching me, and I whimpered, my nails raking over his scalp. His tongue flicked my clit, fast and relentless, his free hand sliding up to roll my nipple between his fingers. Pleasure coiled low in my belly, tight and aching.
“Please,” I begged, my voice broken. “Kai, please—”
His smile was soft, almost tender, and it made my heart ache. “Tonight, I want to worship you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. “My pleasure is yours.”
Then his mouth was back on me, his tongue delving between myfolds, his fingers working in slow, deep strokes. He crooked them inside me, finding a spot that made my toes curl, my back bow off the bed. “Right there—right there—” I choked out, my hands flying to his hair, gripping tight.
He growled against me, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure crashing through me. His fingers stretched me, scissoring gently, preparing me, while his tongue lashed my clit in tight, relentless circles. I could feel myself climbing, higher and higher, my body coiling like a spring.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice thick with need.
I nodded, my breath shallow, my skin slick with sweat. He rose over me, his body a dark silhouette against the city lights.
Fear and desire twisted together in my gut, but before I could overthink it, he was kneeling between my thighs again, his hands sliding up my legs.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a dark velvet wrap around my senses.
I obeyed. His gaze burned into mine as he guided himself to my entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against my slick folds. I tensed, my breath hitching.
"This might hurt." His voice was strained. "Tell me if you need me to stop."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
He pushed inside slowly, and the stretch was intense—too much and not enough all at once. I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
He froze. "Aria—"
"Keep going." My voice was breathless. "Please."
"You okay?"
I nodded, still adjusting to the sensation of him inside me. The initial pain was fading, replaced by something else. Something that made me roll my hips experimentally.
His groan vibrated through both of us. "Don't do that unless you want this to be oververy quickly."
“Relax,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my clit in slow, soothing circles. “I’ve got you.”
I nodded, forcing myself to breathe. He pressed forward, slow and careful, his cock breaching me inch by inch. The stretch burned, a sharp, biting pain that made my nails dig into his shoulders. He groaned, his forehead pressing to mine, his breath coming in ragged bursts.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he growled, his voice strained. “So tight. So perfect.”
I whimpered, my body resisting even as I wanted him deeper. He paused, his lips finding mine in a slow, deep kiss. “You’re doing so good,” he murmured against my mouth. “Just like that. Let me in, baby.”
I exhaled, forcing my muscles to relax. He pushed forward again, his cock sinking deeper, filling me in a way that made my vision blur. The pain was still there, but beneath it, something else—something warm, something right. He bottomed out, his hips flush against mine, and for a moment, we just breathed together, our bodies joined, our hearts pounding in sync.
Then he began to move.
His thrusts were slow at first, shallow, giving me time to adjust. But with each stroke, he went deeper, his cock dragging against something inside me that made my toes curl. His mouth found my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he sucked it hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. I cried out, my back arching, my nails raking down his back.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips snapping forward. “Take me, Aria. Take all of me.”
I could feel myself unraveling, my body tightening around him, my breath coming in broken gasps. His hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit again, rubbing in tight, relentless circles. “Cum for me,” he commanded, his voice a dark growl in my ear. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
His words sent me over the edge. Pleasure crashed through me, white-hot and blinding, my body clenching around him as I screamedhis name. He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, his cock swelling inside me before he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan, his release spilling deep inside me.
We collapsed together, a tangle of sweat-slick limbs and ragged breaths. The city lights blurred outside the windows, the world reduced to the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath my ear, the way his fingers traced lazy patterns up and down my spine.
