“Okay,” she murmurs, her knees falling apart. I can see the shine of her arousal on her pussy. “What now?”
I have the sudden urge to taste her, but I’m so hard I could cut diamonds with my dick. And she looks like she’s not going to last much longer, at any rate. Her breathing is ragged, just like mine.
I like her like this, though. Denali looks different in the throes of passion from how she does when she's standing above you, barking orders and demanding you move your ass. They're both hot, but this is the hottest—herfuck-meface. Her heels rest on the edge of the bed, her toes curling in the air, knees shaking in anticipation as her eyes bore into my soul. I can’t wait a second longer. I want to be inside her so badly it hurts.
She watches me like a hawk as I step between her legs and tug her down a little more. The gasp of shock and the pretty‘oh!’ that leaves her lips when I throw her ankles on each of my shoulders is such a contrast to what I imagined she'd sound like. I line my cock up and hesitate, just a second, just long enough for her to tell me if she doesn’t want this. Long enough to back out and kill me from the inside out.
“Please,” she whimpers, and in the next heartbeat, I’m inside her, feeling like my cock is about to be squeezed right off my body.
In this angle, she’s like a vicegrip, and I’m dying a sweet death just trying to breathe through the sensations. “Fuck,” I swear, my hips snapping against her ass, the back of her thighs pressed against my stomach and chest. “So tight.”
“Mmm, yes, just like that,” she moans as her eyes roll into the back of her head. I’m so close to coming I can barely breathe.
I lean over her, folding her like a fucking lawn chair, and now I’m deeper inside her than a submarine in the ocean. With every thrust, I’m reaching a new high, and she’s like a drug I could see myself willingly becoming addicted to. This can’t be a one-time deal. I need more of her, so much more. But there’s time to discuss the finer details later. Denali isn't going anywhere. She's contracted. She's staying in my apartment most days.
And I'm not about to let her run away from me now that I've had a taste of her.
My balls tighten, my whole body on the offensive, and I know she’s not quite there yet. I want her there. I want her at the edge. I want her to come with me. So I bring a hand down to her tits and toy with a nipple, watching her face for signs that she’s getting closer. That she’s enjoying this.
Gods, I hope she’s enjoying this. If not, she puts on a damn good act.
I groan as the sensation, the need to come, nearly overwhelms me. Her eyes are on me, on us, watching my cock slide in and out of her, and that sends me over the edgelike nothing has before. My head falls back, and the groan of completion that leaves me is nearly inhuman.
It’s like an animal has possessed me.
“Keep going,” she pleads, arching her back as she reaches down between her own legs and those pretty, manicured fingers find her clit while I watch. Gods, if I weren’t still hard, I’d be hard at the sight. “Please, Kai, I’m so close.”
I’ll hear that plea, that promise, in my dreams, if I ever have any again.
I keep thrusting like my life depends on it, overstimulated to the max, the sensations almost painful. But it’s worth it to see the bliss on her face as she finally tips over the edge, her whole body shaking with release.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
"Kai."
Lips parted, she pants out my name, along with a few choice curses, and her hands fall to her sides. I’m afraid to move, but I know her legs must be tired, so I lower them from my shoulders slowly, bringing them to rest at my hips.
"Yeah," I whisper, unable to say more. I'm too stunned to speak. It's the only thing I can come up with before I crawl up on the bed next to her and pull us both under the blankets.
"Kai," she protests as I tuck her into the crook of my arm, prepared to go right to sleep since it's my day off and Denali herself insists I try to sleep more when I'm not pressed for time. "We can't stay in bed."
“Lean your head on my chest,kara,"I tell her, and when she complies, her tits slide out from under the sheet covering us, reminding me that I am, in fact, a virile man who is more than capable of rising to the occasion more than once a session.
My hands move down the front of her shoulders and over her chest like they've got a mind of their own, and then I’m cuppingher breasts, running my thumbs along her pert nipples as she shivers into my touch.
I know she can feel my cock hardening against the base of her spine, but she doesn’t seem put out by it. In fact, she smiles as her ass scoots back a bit, nestling my length between the cleft of her cheeks.
“You like this?” I ask, running my knuckles along the sides of her chest, relishing the way she responds to my touch.
She nods, humming softly. “Very much.”
I’m no dummy, so I keep it up, my hands losing the plot about halfway down her body. They're on her stomach now, and she’s moaning with her eyes closed, those soft sounds less passionate than before, but no less inspiring.
I want to be inside her again, but that means I have to find the condoms, which isn't looking likely right now. Especially since I have no idea where that box went after we dug into it earlier. So I settle for this, for now, just rubbing her down, giving her time to relax, even though I want to show her more. I want to fuck her so long, so hard, so much, that neither one of us wants to leave this bed for a week.
I want her as addicted to me as I am to her already. I can’t get enough.
She looks adorably sexy wrapped up in my arms, snuggled under my sheets in my bed, where I've had any number of fantasies about her these past few months. Fantasies I had no business having.
