I bite my lip, gazing at his hard cock in my hand. “I’m clear, too, but I’m not on any birth control right now.”
His hips rock gently into me. “Well, I’ve got us covered in that sense. I had a vasectomy.”
“Are you sure it’s still…in effect? With the new body?” I slow my strokes.
“Like I said, I’m still circumcised, so I’m sure I’m also still vasectomized. But we don’t have to, if you don’t want.Fucking hell,I love your hand on me.” He grinds out, “I am happy to keep my mouth on you for the rest of the day.”
I shake my head rapidly. “It’s okay. Fuck, Kit, I need you inside of me. Now.”
“That’s a change from a month ago.”
I glare, dropping my hand away from him. “Now isnotthe time to be cute.”
“Oh, baby, I need that pretty cunt around my cock. Cuteness over.” He kisses me, his stiff cock pressing into my leg as I fall to my back.
“Kit,” I whine, shifting to create friction between us and pulling a groan from deep in his throat.
He grins and grabs my arms gently, bringing them above my head. “Okay?”
I nod.
He positions himself in between my spread legs, cock skimming my entrance, pulling a whimper from me. The head slides in slowly, and I spread my legs wider, adjusting to his size. He goes in deeper, inch by inch, filling me perfectly. Inside me in the way he was always meant to be. With one hand holding my arms in place above my head, his other is keeping him steady above me. He thrusts into me, our bodies moving perfectly together. “You feel so good,” he murmurs.
“You do, too,” I breathe. “Slower,” I request, wanting this to last as long as possible.
His pace slows as he brings his lips down to meet mine.
“Mmm,” I hum, lifting my hips as I match his thrusts. “That’s good.”
He drives into me, taking his time, ensuring every good nerve is hit. His pace quickens gradually, and I lift my legs to wrap around his back. He releases my arms, his hand trailing down to my cheek, his thumb tracing over my lips and going into my mouth. I kiss it through heavy breaths, sucking on it. I drag my hands down his back, then back up, threading my fingers in his hair as his weight falls more heavily on me.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “That’s right. Yes, Kit.Fuck.”
I’m getting close again, each crash building and building it. Soon enough, another release explodes through me, my back arching with pleasure. When it simmers, my arms fall limp at my sides, my entire body humming.
“Let’s give you one more,” Kit rumbles, pulling out of me, and I whimper at his absence.
He grabs my legs and angles them up so my ankles are resting on his shoulders. Hepushes back into me, moving deeply inside, faster and faster, eliciting deep groans. His fingers find my very sensitive clit, stroking it while he continues to fuck me. Soon enough, there it is again. I cry out as Kit releases himself with me, a strangled gasp exiting his throat. He comes inside me, filling me. We find our breath with him still inside me. Before he removes himself, letting my legs fall back to the ground, he kisses me once more. He settles at my side, head squeezing next to mine to share the pillow.
His chest heaves as he manages to get out, “I’ll grab a towel to clean you up as soon as I can move again.”
“No rush,” I huff, comforted by the sticky warmth between my legs. “I can’t move, either.”
“I missed having my own body,” he says. His arms wrap around me and pull me to his heaving chest. “I would have been doing that to you since I met you if I had my own body.”
I struggle out, “We’ll manage to make up for that lost time, I’m sure.”
forty-two
. . .
“So, the vasectomy,”I prompt. We’re back on the floor after cleaning up and each taking our turn in the bathroom, sharing the one square pillow. My leg is hitched over his, and the blanket has been pulled down from the couch to cover us. Unfortunately, I have to work this afternoon, otherwise, I would spend the rest of the day in this exact position.
Kit’s hand absently traces over my bare back. “I got it when I was twenty. I knew I was going to die, and I didn’t want any accidents. I didn’t want to be the reason some kid existed without a father.”
“That’s really great of you.”
He shrugs. “It’s reversible.”
