“No, it’s not.”
“Why?”
“Because I trust you, Jethro. I trust you with my heart and soul.”
Gritting my jaw, I looked away. She understood me so fucking much. Closing my eyes, I gathered my control. If I let myself give in, I’d be inside her within seconds before we had a chance to fully embrace the alchemy between us.
I groaned as Nila shifted onto her knees. “I know what else you can do.” With fluttering hands, she undressed me like I’d undressed her. Her fingers kissed my lower belly, gathering the hem of my black t-shirt and ripping it over my head. “You can make love to me, so I can return the favour you just gave me.”
Tossing the material onto the floor, her expert touch descended on my jeans. “I want to touch you, fuck you, and keep you forever.” Her talent as a seamstress undid the fastening faster than I ever could, her hands hot on my hips as she shoved my jeans and boxer-briefs down in one go. “Move so I can get rid of these.”
I didn’t speak, lapping up everything she gave.
Rolling onto my back, I copied what she’d done and arched.
Her tongue came out, licking her bottom lip as her eyes locked on my hard dick, slipping my clothing off me and to the floor.
Naked.
Both of us this time.
Time stopped ticking onward. The new day paused. And Nila and I just stared.
Our promises of intensity and taking it slow hovered like scripture, slowly disintegrating the longer we breathed.
I wanted her so fucking much.
Her hand landed on my cock.
And that was it.
I couldn’t do it anymore.
I didn’t know who moved first.
One second, I was on my back, the next, my hands were full of Nila’s hair and my mouth connected with hers.
We threw ourselves together.
Our bodies slammed into one.
Nothing else mattered but joining.
The whip and ties would have to wait for another time. This...this didn’t need props or toys. This was pure undulated passion.
The sheets tangled around my legs as I imprisoned her on her back.
Her chest rose and fell, her breasts squashing deliciously against my chest. “God, Kite...”
Words.
Words weren’t allowed when all I wanted was emotion.
She could talk to me but in silent form. She could beg me but only in her mind. I would hear. I would understand. And I would fucking deliver every command she decreed.
My lips captured hers again. My mind focused on nothing but the rhythmic strokes of her taste, her fingernails slicing down my spine for more.
Somehow, our legs entwined, our arms plaited, our entire bodies fought to get closer. Her legs spread wider, her knees nudging mine as she cradled me between them.
