Even when he was hitting the deepest parts of me, it wasn’t just to fill a need—it was to pour back into me. That’s why it bothered me so much when I couldn’t get it all the time and back to back.
His lips dragged down the side of my neck while his hands worked their way around my naked body. He cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples while I moaned in need.
“You feel so good,” he murmured, squeezing my ass while sucking my neck. “I love you, baby.”
I wanted to sayI love you too, but the words caught in my throat because I was scared that if I spoke, I’d start crying again just thinking about everything. I didn’t want tears. I wanted release. I wanted the version of him that wasn’t a businessman or a fixer or a provider. Just mine.
So I kissed him in a way that said I loved him without speaking. We stumbled back toward the bed, mouths still fused, hands everywhere. His eyes never left me. He looked at me like Iwas the best creation, like I was still everything he ever wanted, even when I didn’t feel like it.
“Lay back,” he said in a commanding but gentle tone.
The second my back hit the sheets, my body was already shaking in anticipation.
Kairo’s body hovered over mine, eyes locked in on every inch of exposed skin like he was taking inventory. He kissed my collarbone, my waist, and my belly.
His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them slowly like he was opening a gift. “Damn, Khloe,” he whispered against my skin. “You’re so wet, baby.”
My breath hitched. I wanted to say something smart like I’m always like this but you’re too busy or too tired. I wanted to be mad. But my body wasn’t on the same page as my pride.
He moved his tongue along the line of my hip, then lower and so slow it made me twitch. He took his time, the way he always did, like I was Sunday dinner and he had all night.
And when he kissed the place that throbbed the most, I damn near lost it.
“Ohhhhh, Kairo—”
That was the thing. He knew my body and what to do with it. He enjoyed breaking me all the way down just to build me right back up.
My thighs locked around his head, but he didn’t stop. He let me come apart in his mouth, hands gripping the sheets.
He came back up, wiping his mouth and staring at me like I was his greatest achievement.
“You like that?” he asked, smiling.
“I love that,” I whispered, breathless.
He laughed. “Turn around.”
I did as he said bracing myself for the pressure from his back shots. He entered me slow, letting me feel every inch. We both moaned at the same time.
“I missed you,” I said, biting my lip as he moved deeper.
“I’ve been right here,” he said against my mouth. “I never left.”
But he had. And I had too, in my own way. We were connected in a way we hadn’t been in too long. And with every thrust, he reminded me of who we used to be. Who we could still be.
His rhythm was slow but intense, like he was trying to say all the things he hadn’t had the words for.
“I love you,” he said into my neck.
“I love you too,” I whispered back, shaking uncontrollably.
He picked up the pace, holding my body close to his chest. And when we both came, it was like an emotional purge.
He collapsed on top of me with both of us sweaty and out of breath. I didn’t want to speak. I didn’t want to cuddle and sleep. I just wanted to feel him inside of me over and over again, all night long.
6
Kairo
