The air that escapes from my lungs is a ragged exhale when I feel him bottom out inside of me. “Fuck,” he breathes, burying his face in my neck as I adjust to the feeling of his cock stretching me.
His hot breath on my neck turns to tender kisses as he slowly starts to move. His lips find mine again, our bodies moving together like we’ve done this a hundred times before.
Every move we make seems to be part of a perfectly choreographed routine. I’ve never felt this in sync with anyone. It’s as unsettling as it is exhilarating.
I feel him everywhere. Fingers in my hair. Lips caressing mine. A hand gripping my hip. The friction against my clit with each thrust.
His cock hitting the perfect spot inside of me that’s threatening to make my entire body explode like a firework display on the Fourth of July.
My own hands slide over every part of him I can reach. I’m greedy to take in all of him.
Our breaths become more labored as we climb together.
“Fuck, Abby,” he groans. “I’m going to come.”
“Me too.”
“I know.”
I let out a small laugh with my next breath.This man.
The hand on my hip slides between us, rubbing circles over my clit. It only takes a few strokes, and I’m holding my breath at the precipice.
“Let go.”
I do, feeling the waves of euphoria roll through my tensed muscles. I finally release the breath I had been holding. Kane snakes both of his arms under me, holding me tight as his own orgasm hits him.
He rests his head on my shoulder, and the last tiny flutters of pleasure cause both of our bodies to twitch. We lay there in silence as our breathing slowly returns to normal.
“Abby?”
“Hmm?” I ask because I don’t have access to the words in my brain yet.
“Holy shit.”
“Pretty much.”
We both chuckle softly, still wrapped around each other. I’ve had good sex before, but apparently never great.
Kane just upended everything I thought I knew about my sex life. I want to say it’s all because of his incredible skill, but it isn’t. I’m not that naive.
Kane knows what the hell he’s doing, but that was beyond words incredible because of the connection we somehow forged in this one single night.
A part of me wants to analyze why that happened, but a bigger part wants to just enjoy it for as long as it lasts.
With a gentle kiss to my neck, he finally pulls away. He deposits the condom in the trash and pulls his clothes back on. I can’t find my leggings, so I just slide on my sweatshirt, socks, and panties.
I stand at the edge of the bed, not knowing what he’s going to do next. I really don’t want him to leave, but he might. And there’s nothing I can do to stop him.
“Get in bed, Abby. If you think I’m sleeping anywhere but beside you, you’re delusional.”
“I’m not delusional.”
He holds the blanket up, inviting me under. “Then get in.”
I’m smiling as I curl up next to him. “Why didn’t we just come in here to cuddle earlier? This is way fucking easier than the couch.”
His chest shakes with laughter under my cheek. He runs a hand over my messy hair. A kiss is pressed to the top of my head. “Good night, sweetheart.”
