The noises I make are unrecognizable as my own, the heavy sensation building inside. It rides me, drives me on. As he withdraws almost fully, I verbalise my frustration, the sound leaving my lips as a whimper.
‘This is no duel, but a duet. You want this as much as me.’ His words are fervent, the cadence of his voice seductively hot.
My expression is an affirmation as he fills me once more, my eyes rolling closed. I keep them closed for a moment and just revel in the sensations, the confusion, the absolute release of it all.
‘Open your eyes,’ his bass growl demands. ‘When you come, it will be me you see.’ His brows draw together, jaw clenched tight. ‘Because,’ he thrusts forward, punctuating again. ‘You... Are... Mine.’
Knees weak and fingers hanging onto the wood, I fracture. Shatter into a million pieces. My body implodes as it follows orgasms’ surge, his name the only coherent word from a mouth filled with the unintelligible.
Kai’s rhythm alters, stuttering, almost pulsing behind me as he reaches his own release.
Cognisance returns slowly. My cheek is flush against the wood, Kai’s body covering my own. Uncurling his fingers from my hair, he kisses my temple.
‘I warned you once before I was green.’ There’s a smile in his voice behind laboured breath. ‘You’re not the only one.’
‘What,’ I ask languidly, still not quite cognisant.
‘You aren’t the only one to experience jealousy, I just prefer to be more upfront about it.’
Green? Oh, jealous green. Am I the jealous type, too? But, hell if this was my punishment maybe I should learn to flirt properly.
My rapidly beating heart settles into a more stable rhythm and my thoughts begin to clear. Lying across the dresser, naked save for Kai, I suppose I have a bit of an epiphany. A watershed moment. Maybe more like a bit of an admission to myself.
I love this man. I need this man. And I definitely like a little slap along with my tickle.
Christ on a bike. I might even laugh if I weren’t so full of c-c-chemical release.
‘Kate,’ Kai breathes heavily above me. ‘Come back.’
‘I’m here,’ I whisper.
He pulls me with him as he walks backward, falling gently onto my bed. As I lie against his chest, he settles me better into the crook of his arm, one relaxed hand draping my hip.
‘And this was a surprise.’ His hand dips lower to my smooth and almost fully de-forested crotch.
‘Good surprise or... ’
On the edge of laughing, he asks, ‘You aren’t really asking that, are you?’
‘I think I just did.’
‘Well, it’s a ridiculous question,’ he exhales in a sigh.
‘But one I’d like answering.’ If he’s not interested either way, I’m not going to be in a hurry to endure that pain and humiliation again.Madame needs to stand on bed like dog now, yes, thank you; bottom up.
‘I feel rather like I’m being set-up. Answer the wrong way and I’ll be banished from entering the golden temple again.’
‘Every few weeks it’s more like the temple of doom,’ I say through my giggles. ‘Come on, it’s not a trick question. I’m curious, that’s all.’
His hand is suddenly between my legs, fingers slick against my still wet skin. ‘It’s all good. Retro was good and I like the barely there look, too.’
‘Retro. Niamh seems to think every man would prefer deforestation over... well, the other. She reckons it’s an evolutionary leftover and that most men have forgotten what it’s supposed to look like. Especially out here, what with traditional sugaring and stuff.’
‘Ah, the great Arab depilatory debate.’
‘Yes, that.’ Here supposedly, the women—and lots of the men—prefer to be hair free with regards to most bodily places. Yes,down thereas well.Obviously, it’s a huge assumption,I think as I snuggle into Kai.
My hand crosses over and edges his soft trail of hair. ‘I’m pleased you don’t,’ I whisper. ‘I love this here.’ Not to mention, I’d hate to imagine him bent over a wax therapist’s bed. I’ve seen the male ‘back, sack and crack’ waxing advertised at home. It doesn’t sound very pleasant and I can’t imagine what positions you have to get into to remove all the hair from those bits.
