Okay, to be fair, I’m kind of bossy in the bedroom—period. But Kai loves it.
Being the fucking amazing husband that he is, Kai obliges my demands until I’m babbling semi-incoherently.
He removes his tongue and lowers my legs off his shoulders, and I lie there dazed and more than a little desperate.
The tentacle around my cock lets go, and Kai uses it to lubricate his erection, which I stare at longingly.
Get that bad boy inside me now!
“Are you ready?” Kai asks, ever the gentleman.
“Fuck yeah, I am. I need you so bad I think I might lose my ever-loving mind if you don’t fuck me right fucking now!”
His lips quirk. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we.”
It’s my turn to growl at him. I throw in a little teeth-gnashing as well to show I mean business.
Kai moves himself into position and I reach up to link my hands behind his neck. I make a conscious effort to relax as he enters me with his glorious thick, hard cock. Once embedded to the hilt, he pauses for a moment to let me adjust.
Every time he’s inside me it’s wondrous and sets my heart racing, but somehow it’s also, in some inexplicable way, like coming home. When we’re physically and emotionally connected like this, it’s as if we’ve become a Force Dyad, just like Rey and Kylo Ren. Together, we become one with the Force, sharing our strength and life energy with one another.
It’s so fucking amazing and hits me in the feels every damn time.
There’s a vulnerability to this degree of intimacy between us that I’ve never experienced with anyone else, and I’m pretty convinced I never would have. Like Ula told us earlier, the bond Kai and I have is the stuff of destiny. We were meant to find one another. Like two galaxies locked together in a gravitational dance until they merge into one, we’re awesome alone but even better together as a dynamic duo.
Kai starts to move inside me while his talented tentacle strokes my cock. My body lets go and I give in to a pleasure more than physical.
It’s so much deeper than that.
We’re so in sync, I swear I can hear our hearts beating in time with each other—and that’s pretty impressive considering he has two and I only have one. But that’s beside the point.
Time becomes fluid as my entire being centers around our bodies and minds being joined together in the most intimate of ways. All I see and feel is him.
It doesn’t take long until I’m nearing my climax.
“So close,” I whimper.
Kai grunts in acknowledgment as his thrusts become wilder and more desperate. The familiar tingling pressure at the base of my spine builds and my balls tighten and then I’m coming as I tumble over the edge into bliss.
Kai’s not far behind me, and he shudders with the pleasure of his release before collapsing on top of me.
Early in our relationship, he used to worry about doing this to me. My boo is a big softie, and he feared he might hurt me or make me feel suffocated.
As Cher fromCluelesswould say,as if!
I fucking love it. It’s like he’s my very own post-orgasm weighted blanket. I don’t entirely know why, but I find it relaxing, and the floating sensation I get from it fills me with contentment.
Once Kai regains his strength, he rolls off me and pulls me into his arms, my back pressed against his front. We lie there, allowing the aftershocks of our lovemaking to subside.
He trails feather-soft kisses along the back of my neck and I shiver.
“That was amazing,” I murmur. “If this were the lovemaking Olympics, we’d have won gold.”
He chuckles.
I turn in his arms to face him and brush his damp hair away from his forehead.
“I thought the sex was supposed to get less intense after marriage, but I’d say we’re bucking the norm. If anything, it gets more and more intense with you every time.”
