He’s trying so hard to be gentle, it’s adorable. The slight pain is starting to turn into an indescribable pleasure loitering in my core.
He’s mine.
Whatever keeps happening there, behind his beautiful eyes, always troubling him, it’s gone now.
I finally feel like he’s mine completely.
“You’re so perfect, you have no idea.” He’s breathing into my mouth, nibbling my jaw and sucking on my neck, starting to move faster, hungrier. I feel like he’s coming apart above me and there’s something ruinously beautiful about that.
He gets rougher with every thrust while his hand is holding my knee, keeping me open for him and gripping the sensitive skin there.
My knuckles turn white as I dig my nails into his shoulders and feel the heat in my core, mixing with a slightly painful pressure in the best way possible. It’s too much. He’s too much.
I was afraid I’m falling for him too fast, but now I realize I’ve already fallen.
Deep.
“Touch yourself,” he breathes out. “I want to see you touching yourself when I’m inside you,” he whispers between kisses.
I do as I’m told and I know I won’t last long like this. I circle my middle finger around my clit and feel him sinking in and out of me as he takes my nipple into his mouth.
There isn’t a spot on my body that isn’t absolutely ruined from him. As if he makes sure every inch of my skin will remember him tomorrow.
With a tiny sting on my nipple, he sends me over the edge entirely. I choke on my breath as loud moans fill my room and my body starts shaking. I feel my pussy clench on his cock so tight it almost hurts, yet there’s something delicate about the way my body responds to him.
“Kiara,” He thrusts into me more, like he can’t hold it anymore. “Fuck, you’re so sweet—shaking for me so nice,” he croaks as my body goes limp in his hold and I feel the frisson, the waves of orgasm running through my body down to my toes. He quickly pulls out of me and grabs his T-shirt to catch the cum.
“You know I’m on the pill,” I whisper barely as I can’t even speak properly, my legs still shaking around his waist.
“I know,” he breathes out a shy laugh before shutting me up with a rough kiss.
I quiver with a quiet smile and try to pull him down to me, but he only lets me for a second before he flips us in one smooth movement. Now I’m sprawled across his chest, straddling him, my cheek pressed to the warm spot right over his racing heartbeat.
His fingers slip into my hair, slow, absent, like he’s grounding himself with the feel of me. Then he takes a thick strand of my waves and lifts it to his face, inhaling it like he’s memorizing the scent.
I giggle, still breathless.
“My boy is a little kinky freak,” I whisper.
And God, I like it.
“I like the sound of the first part.” He chuckles.
His palm glides down my back, warm and steady, tracing each vertebra like he’s counting them into his memory.
Our breath slowly finds a rhythm again.
“Are you okay?” he whispers into my hair.
I smile against his chest.
“No, and it’s entirely your fault.”
He huffs a soft, satisfied laugh and presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“Good,” he murmurs, fingertips brushing my waist, “stay ruined like this for a minute.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I mumble, letting my fingers draw lazy shapes on his ribs.
