I let him pull me down until my chest is pressed against him. His hand slides up my arm and into my hair. He pulls my face to his, and then he kisses me.
My hips have a mind of their own as I seek out some much-needed friction. I’m so wet that I easily glide myself over his length. The friction on my sensitive clit is perfection. I can feel each ridge and vein along the underside of his cock as my clit slides over it.
Kane groans, tightening his grip on my hair. I slide up a little farther. His cock notches at my entrance. My breath catches as he fills me, inch by agonizing inch.
“Fuck… that was hot.” I hear Wyatt groan from somewhere else in the room, but I don’t turn to look. He grumbles something else about no hands, but I’m too focused on Kane and the way his eyes are drilling into me.
He presses my forehead to his when he’s all the way inside me. We stay perfectly still, breathing the same air.
I could lie to myself and say the tightness in my chest is from the way his cock is stretching me, but it’s not. It’s him, and the connection I feel when he’s inside of me like this.
“I’ve missed you.” His words come out as barely more than a whisper.
I’ve missed him, too, so fucking much. Something seizes around my heart at the thought of this being the last time I’ll even get to be like this with him.
With a deep breath, I shove the thought to the back of my mind. I’m with him now, and that’s all I can focus on… or I’m going to start crying right here on top of him.
He kisses the corner of my eye. His lips drag down my cheek and to my lips. The kiss is comforting, grounding me in this moment.
In an unspoken agreement, we start to move with the same intake of air. He grounds me with his tender kisses as he starts to thrust up into me.
His cast whacks against my side. “Fucking cast,” he growls against my lips.
I can’t help but laugh, letting my head fall against his shoulder. I don’t know if it’s actually that funny, or if I needed a little levity from the intense connection I have with Kane that I’m trying to deny exists.But it does.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Kane grumbles, letting his injured arm flop back to the bed beside him.
“I’m not laughing atyou.I’m laughing at the situation.”
“What the fuck ever,” Kane says, rolling his eyes.
I sneak a peek at the other two. They’re both laughing.
“You two shut the hell up,” Kane says, pointing at them. “You get to use both your hands with her.”
“Do you need a hand?” Linc asks, taking a step toward the bed. I have to bite my lips to keep a laugh from bursting free.
“No,” Kane snaps. “She’s mine right now.”
His lips crash against mine. The soft kisses from earlier are no more. Now, he’s kissing me like his life depends on it, like the very essence he needs to survive will come solely from me.
With a firm grip on my hip, he starts to pound into me. Any hesitancy has left the room, leaving pure passion and desperation in its wake.
I climbed on top of him with the intention of doing all the work, so he wouldn’t hurt himself. The orgasm crawling up my spine leaves me incapable of complaining about the way he’s exerting himself, though.
He’s a big boy. He’d stop if he needed to.Probably.
He pants and plants sloppy kisses across my cheek and down my neck. His tongue slides over my heated skin.
“Abby,” he breathes heavily into the crook of my neck. His breath ghosting over my skin sends shivers through my limbs. “I need you to get there,” he says as his cock continues to pound deep inside of me.
I pull back just enough to look him in the eye. What I see makes my heart feel like it’s going to fly from my chest. This intensity, this connection, is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
My fingers slide into his hair, trying to pull him even closer to me. I don’t think it would be possible for him to be too close right now. “I’m right here.”
He slams up into me one more time, and we both shatter in unison. I don’t think I’ve ever come at the same exact time as any man I’ve been with.
It’s euphoric, like the waves of pleasure are flowing between both of us. Our movements slow as we ride out our orgasms until I’m a limp noodle plastered on top of him.
