“You’re not late,” he said. “You right on time.”
My fingers slid into his locs. I’d heard women talk about chemistry before, how it made you stupid, how it made you forget your name and I finally understood.
He didn’t rush to undress me. He took his time and the way his hands moved over my skin made it feel okay.
“You good?” he asked again.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I’m… good.”
“Say stop if you ever feel different, LoLo. At any point. I don’t care how far in we are.”
Then there was no more talking for a while. He ate my pussy for so long that I was begging for penetration. When he enteredme, he looked me in my eyes like it was the best feeling that he’d discovered.
“You’re so amazing. You feel beyond amazing,” he said to me as he fucked me harder and harder.
He kissed every place that ever felt overlooked. Spots I didn’t even realize were sensitive. He traced me like a map, like he was learning shortcuts to everywhere that made me sigh. It felt so damn good. He had so much stamina that I felt like I was going to tap out.
It felt less like he was doing something to me and more like we were… finding something together. I’d only ever known one kind of intimacy. One rhythm, body, and way of being touched from one man.
That was… different. Not better or worse, but just different in a good way.
He whispered little things in my ear as the tension built about how soft I felt, how good I smelled, how beautiful I looked right then.
“Look at me,” he said.
I felt it when everything changed between us. We could never have a regular friendship after that moment. My breath snagged, and my hands flew to his shoulders.
The connection was intense. It was like plugging something into an outlet that had always been dead a while and feeling it come alive under your hands.
“There you go,” he murmured. “Cum again for me.”
I let go in increments. A little with each stroke, each sigh, each small, helpless sound that slipped out of me before I could swallow it down. My thighs tightened around him. My hands pulled him closer.
When it finally hit, it wasn’t some wild, dramatic explosion. It felt like something breaking open. A long, shuddering exhale Ifelt in my bones. My fingers dug into his back. My eyes squeezed shut.
He followed right after, groaning softly into my neck. We just stayed wrapped up in each other, breathing hard, skin damp, hearts racing.
I just felt… full.
He kept me tucked against his chest, his hand stroking lazy circles on my back.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
I swallowed, staring at the ceiling.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But in this moment… yeah. I am.”
He kissed my forehead like that was all he needed to hear. “Then that’s enough for right now.”
I curled into him, listening to the beat of his heart.
Part Two
The thing about mind games is that you convince yourself it all makes sense in your head… right up until the moment your choices start rippling out and wrecking everything you thought you were protecting.
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Khloe
