“Hmmm?” I bat my eyes at him, biting my lip.
“You’re… You just... The couch.” He can’t seem to put a whole sentence together as he gathers the material, bunching it up under my armpits so everything from my nipples down is exposed. “Fuck.So beautiful. All mine.”
I’m half-hard already, his words and the heat of his gaze making my cock fill fast. He pushes his knee in between my thighs, and the hint of friction makes me moan and rut up against him looking for more. “Yours,” I swear, breathless.
“What do you need?” Kija asks, his arm wrapping around my waist to hold me close and keep me balanced.
My brain feels fuzzy when he flexes his quad muscle underneath me as I push up against him. It’s so simple, but it’s sogood. We skipped over so many of these kinds of things, all the ways to take pleasure from each other, because I was so desperate to know what it was like to have him inside me. I grasp his bicep, panting, “This? Can I do this?”
“Anything you want,” he tells me, voice low and rough, adjusting his stance to stay steady as I rock back and forth. “Always, anything.”
“Yes. Give me everything, want it all,” I say, syllables all smashed together in my eagerness. “Want everything from you.”
The texture of his pants is just right for me to slide easily, pre-cum smearing the dark fabric as I ride his thigh. My whole body is shaking already, chasing an orgasm that is building quickly. Doing this right here, in the middle of his living room, with all the windows and lights on, feels dirty, and I love it. The thrill of knowing he’s all mine and I can have him like this when I want him is so fucking hot it’s almost enough to unravel me. I swivel my hips slower, almost like I’m dancing, and the ripple of ecstasy is like a drug.
“Sun,” Kija growls, two fingers under my chin to make me look up at him. “Spit.”
I immediately do as he asks, that one command making myknees buckle. The second I feel his fingers, slipping wet around my hole, just dipping inside, I cry out in surprise, coming across my stomach and splattering onto Kija’s button down. “Oh my god.”
He catches me as I wobble, legs still quivering, then scoops me up to whisk me into his bedroom. I’m expecting him to throw me on the mattress, but he passes it by, going straight into the bathroom. Setting my bare ass down on the vanity, he yanks the sweater off me and tosses it out the door. He makes room between my thighs, spreading them further apart as he kisses me fiercely.
I wrap my arms around his neck, giving back just as eagerly. He doesn’t even fully pause for breath as he undoes some of the buttons on his own shirt and pulls it off, a couple of them skittering across the floor from his frantic fumbling. It’s such a turn-on that he won’t stop kissing me long enough to get his clothes off, like the newfound sense of freedom is making him wild.
Somehow he manages to get out of his pants and underwear, still without breaking the kiss, letting them drop where he stands before stepping aside. My hands automatically slide along his chest, until my fingers can curl around his cock and give him a few dry strokes.
Kija groans, pulling me with him as he moves toward the shower and turns the water on, nipping along my jawline and at my earlobe as we wait for the steam to start rising. As soon as he decides it’s warm enough, he picks me up again, just enough to set me under the spray, soaking me for a moment before he backs me up against the tile wall to kiss me more.
I love when he manhandles me like this—puts me where he wants me, takes what he needs from me. I want him to wreck me, mark me, and claim me in every possible way. I’ll beg if I have to. Reaching for his cock as he bites at my lower lip, I don’t even get to touch him before he knocks my hand away, his own taking my place. “No. No, don’t do that. Let me,” Iplead. I’d do anything—let him take me just like this, with the bare minimum prep—but I know he’d resist.
“Fuck my thighs, Kija. Use me. Make yourself come.”
He curses, voice raspy, as he spins me around, one hand at my waist and the other at my neck. His cock, hot and so hard, bobs against my asscheeks, then he pushes forward until he’s nudging my balls, and we both moan.
I squeeze my legs together, tight around him, while loosely jerking my cock to give him a wet, easy glide without anything in his way. The slap of his hips against me and the sound of his heavy breathing in my ear over the shower spray are so erotic I’m sure I’m going to be able to come again. When he presses his chest to my back, gripping me tighter to hold me right where he needs me, I feel it rushing over me, the tingles that seem to start at my toes and take over my whole body. Shaking in his hold, the motion of my hand falters with the groan of my name that leaves his lips just before he nips at the nape of my neck. We fall apart, one right after the other, with ragged gasps. The pearly evidence mixing together as it washes away is strangely sexy, I think.
Kija turns me around again, brushing my wet hair out of my face, before leaning in to capture my lips in a languid kiss. “You’re incredible. Perfect.” he says, stepping back for air. “The whole drive home, all I could think about was you. I wanted you to be here so I could walk right in and hug you. To see you smile at me. Hear that little noise you always make the first time I kiss you when we’ve been apart…”
I cut him off with another kiss before my heart actually somersaults out of my chest, unable to contain everything I feel for him. He says things that overwhelm me in the best kind of way. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, sachi,” he says, turning off the water. “I was thinking we’d get in here and clean up. I’m not really sure we accomplished that, but we can try again later. Kinda just want to go lie down with you.”
“Yes, please,” I agree. Next to him is my favorite place to be. I will never turn down an opportunity to snuggle up close to him, warm and content.
He grabs a fluffy towel and dries me off, wrapping it around me when he’s finished, then doing the same to himself.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you tonight was break-up night earlier,” he apologizes as he drapes himself over me and walks us both toward the bed.
“No, I’m glad you didn’t tell me. I’d have been going crazy waiting if I had known,” I admit. “You’d have had to peel me off the ceiling or something, I’d have been so anxious. This way I just got to have a chill evening and enjoy my book.”
I wait as he whips off his towel and then mine, giving my hair an extra ruffle before crashing on the mattress and bringing me with him. We intertwine right away, fitting together so well I’ll never believe there could have been anyone else for me. I cuddle into him, my head on his chest and his arm around me, fingertips tracing along my spine. This is heaven, I swear.
“Is it weird that this feels like the beginning again?” I ask. “Like we’re free and really get to start now?”
“No, I was thinking the same thing,” he answers. “When I walked away from her, I had to fight not to smile. I was supposed to be upset because we’d just broken up, but I couldn’t help it. I was so relieved I could have skipped out of there.”
I giggle at the idea of him skipping; I just can’t picture it. “What happened? Was it super dramatic?”
“Honestly, it was kind of anti-climactic,” he says, surprising me. “I thought there would be tears and she’d throw a glass of wine at me or something big and unnecessary. But it wasn’t like that at all. We got there at about the same time, walked into the bar area of the restaurant together and had a chat—in full view of the incredibly unsubtle photographer she’d tipped off—and it was perfectly pleasant. She set down her glass and took this very elegant breath and said, ‘Kija, I thinkyou are wonderful, but I need to focus on my career. You’ve been the perfect boyfriend, and I’ll always have affection for you and wish you well.’ I was so surprised my mouth was literally hanging open, then she grabbed her little purse, kissed my cheek and left.”
