“That's it.” His voice is rough, strained. “Let me feel you.”
I grind against him. “I need to feelyou.”
“Let me get you ready a bit more.” One finger, then two. His thumb returns to my clit.
“Oh my God, Kai...” The pressure builds again as I arch against him. His eyes never leave my face.
“Can you take three fingers, baby?”
I grip the bedsheets as he stretches me slowly. “Oh, it's too much,” I moan.
“Getting you ready for me. You're so tight, babydoll. I don't want to hurt you.”
The orgasm crashes over me without warning. I clench around his fingers, crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through me. He works me through it, drawing out every last shudder.
When I finally come down, he's watching me. Hair messy. A light sheen of sweat on his chest.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” he says.
I pull him down and kiss him hard. “I need you inside me.”
He reaches for the nightstand. I take the packet from him and roll the condom on, using the moment to cup his balls the way I've learned he likes. He groans. “Don't ruin me before we've even started.”
“Who needs to be patient now?” I tease him.
He pushes me gently back on the bed and positions himself between my legs.
For a moment he just holds there, the tip of him barely pressing into me. The anticipation is unbearable.
“Kai—“
He pushes inside in one slow, deep stroke.
I gasp. The stretch is exquisite, the fullness almost overwhelming. He holds still, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed against mine.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice tight with restraint.
“More than okay.” I lift my hips, urging him deeper. “Move. Please.”
He does.
He sets a rhythm that builds slowly, each thrust hitting a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. Our bodiesmove together like we've done this a thousand times. Like we were made for this.
“You feel incredible, baby,” he groans against my neck. “So tight. So perfect.”
I can't form words anymore. I can only feel. The drag of him inside me. The weight of him above me. The way his hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise.
The pressure builds again, coiling tighter and tighter. I'm close. So close.
“Kai,” I pant, voice shaky. “I'm almost there.”
He slides a hand between us, fingers finding my clit like he's already memorized my body. He circles gently at first, then with more pressure as he feels me respond.
“Come for me,” Kai commands, his thrusts growing harder, faster. “Let go, baby. I've got you.”
I shatter.
This orgasm is different from the first. Deeper. Endless. It radiates from my center until every nerve in my body is singing. I feel Kaiden follow me over the edge, his whole body tensing as he spills inside me with a groan that sounds like my name.
