“Gentry, baby,please.”
That was all she needed to hear to start shimmying her hips downward, her pussy so soaked that it took nothing for her to slide down a couple of inches. Fuck, but he was thick. Kit watched her with half-lidded eyes, staying perfectly still. She could’ve sworn he was memorizing her.
“Does that hurt?” he asked her, his tone dark. “There’s no way that doesn’t hurt. You’re so tight, sweetie.”
He wasn’t wrong. Each inch burned but she loved the sensation. She also didn’t like the smugness on his face. So she decided to do something drastic. With a tilt of her hips, she took the rest of him. Fast.
Instantly, she regretted it. The burn was so intense that a cry escaped her lips, and she hung her head down so he couldn’t see the tears that had sprang to her eyes. Her pussy throbbed from the abuse.
It derailed every little bit of control she’d had over him. Kit instantly yanked her down into his arms, crushing her sensitive tits against his chest. “Shhhh,” he said, “shhh. It’ll be all right.” He reached down and petted her ass.
Gentry jerked at the unexpected sensation, the motion rubbing them together in just the right way. Not wanting to let that go, she moved her hips and wiggled herself out of his armsso that she sat on top of him. Kit’s hand never moved from her ass, and she could see this was going to be the best she got.
“Stay still,” she ordered and then she finally started to ride him, each rocking motion building a wonderful rhythm.
Kit looked at her as if she were a goddess, only helping a little with his hand on her ass, tilting her just right. They were both beyond words at that point as he breached her over and over again.
It was only when Gentry grew tired and leaned over on his chest, that Kit finally took over, his hips pistoning and his hand tightening on her asscheek to the point of pain. She moaned because of how right it felt.
“You ready to squeeze this cock, baby?” he breathed in her ear, and she nodded, no longer caring about anything but how wonderful he felt inside of her. He reached between them and stroked one clever finger across her clit as he kept pounding her. Once. Twice.
She screamed as her pussy spasmed violently, the orgasm so intense that there were black spots in her vision. Kit groaned as she milked him, but his hips kept pistoning, riding her out for all that she was worth. She was a panting, crying mess by the time he came inside her, shuddering.
Gentry completely collapsed against her witch, her sweat-soaked body ultra sensitive as he hugged her impossibly closer to him. It felt like a balm against all the impossibly large feelings bubbling inside of her. That’d been the best sex of her life, and she knew Kit was the only one who could possibly bring that out of her. He understood her need to experiment and play better than any of her past lovers had.
There was also a warmth inside her that she knew was too dangerous to name, especially as Kit stroked her hair and back like she was something precious.
Her overwrought body shuddered when he breathed in her ear, “Love you, pretty girl.”
But instead of saying it back like she knew she should, Gentry hid her face in his shoulder and breathed out her fear.
He couldn’t mean it. A man like Kit could never loveher.
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Kit
Kit practiced patience as he helped clean and then dress a quiet, thoughtful Gentry. He patted her hair down with a towel and spelled her favorite sleeping shirt clean before wrapping her like his favorite gift in it. Then he laid her back on the bed and snuggled into her just the way she liked it. His girl remained quiet, but he knew those gears were turning, spinning like always.
It took a long time but she relaxed eventually, her breaths coming in and out in such a way where he knew she’d fallen asleep. Kit checked the clock by the bedstand. They still had plenty of time before he had to leave for the raid, but he wanted to make sure she had time to go through the Cobalt notes one last time. He hadn’t been joking about her needing to research.
But for the moment he chose to stroke Gentry’s hair and look at her. She really was something. A perfect mix of sour and sweet, fiery and shy. He loved how much she always managed to surprise and delight him.
Her not professing her love to him hadn’t offended him in the slightest. After all, Kit had never given a gift with the expectation of receiving one back.
The truth of the matter was that he hadn’t earned her love yet, not like the way she’d earned his.
He’d failed to protect her father, and had nearly killed her, after all. He never wanted Gentry to stoop to loving someone like that. No, her love would have to come after this, if they both survived. He’d do everything in the world to earn it.
But, for now, Kit would take every little crumb she fed him.
The rest of the final day passed far too fast for Gentry’s liking. Kit had woken her up, cooked her dinner, and then proceeded to tell her about every safehouse he knew about in case things went sideways.
She’d stifled a smile at his optimism that she would be the one to get out of it if the raid went poorly. If the raid went poorly, it’d likely be because the soul excision had failed and she was dead. But she adored how he wanted to protect her.
Really, she just adored him.
That’s just the post-sex glow talking, she told herself, trying desperately not to stare at him as he talked, to memorize how the scar tugging on his lip somehow made him more beautiful.
