I’m aware of his thumbs digging into my hipbones, his fingers hard on my hips. I’m brought back to the moment as he lifts me slightly. Afraid now I might be a little more into this than him. Somehow, and it could be his mouth now actually kissing me, I realise this isn’t the case. I may well be sat on his face, but this is his show. He knows me, knows my responses, and seems determined to dissolve my very being on the brink of this pleasure.
On the edge as I am, I become aware of his cock neglected in my hand. I return my attentions to it with vigour, my mouth and tongue embracing his slick length, desperate to give him a taste of his own delightful medicine. But each touch of his tongue, each brush of his own mouth against me, causes me to falter in my purpose, pulling me further into the moment and his actions, and further from my intentions. His tongue, his mouth on my clit, works me expertly until I’m writhing desperately against him. The musky scent of him overwhelming, his wet, hard length in my hand, I’m reduced to begging him in a hoarse whisper,please. Please, just let me.
Please, please, please let me come.
Somewhere in this pique of desperation, I find myself under him, my back to his chest. I push up onto my forearms, the sheets grasped in my fists just as he slides into me. Our sounds hit the air simultaneously; my gasp and his groan vibrating against my shoulder. One arm wrapped under my waist, he pulls me higher to meet him, sliding my legs wider, pushing in deeper still, though it seems impossible until the moment he does.
‘I love seeing my cock between your lips,’ he rasps softly. ‘Love the visual.’
His body over mine, we’re skin to slick skin, unable to get any closer, as Kai slides the hair away from the side of my face.
‘And I love being in here.’ He punctuates, pressing himself deeper, so deep that it almost borders on discomfort.Almost.
As he releases my waist, I pull away. But for that movement, that moment of relief, I raise my hips higher, pushing into him, making him groan again.
‘Fuck, that’s so good.’
He rests his hand against the small of my back, stilling me as he withdraws slowly before pushing inside once more, my body surging across the bed. Again and again he ploughs into me, each stroke buried in my belly, a pleasure so deep, I cry out.
Pulling me swiftly, we’re once more skin to skin. His arm bands my waist, my breast in one hand, sliding down my body to between my legs.
‘You wanted mutual pleasure.’ His words curl around my ear, intimate and ominous. ‘We’ll come that way.’ I groan an inarticulate response, my body jolting as his teeth find my shoulder. ‘Or not at all. Understand?’
I push back against him as his fingers find my clit, pinching me, prompting me to answer.
I do so, telling him he’ll need to work fast.
‘Your concentration is required,’ he says, chuckling darkly as be begins to move.
I think, abstractly, that I might well be boneless, held up purely by his arm, or maybe his will, all of the blood in my body now pooled and concentrated on one spot. One swollen bundle of nerves, every ending tied in a tight knot. As his fingers begin to stroke, to circle, to work me in time with his thrusts, pleasure climbs through me like a vine, drawing higher and tighter until I can hardly breathe. Reduced to sharp gasps, the only other noise in the room is Kai’s rasping breaths and the slap of our flesh as we meet.
My limbs begin to tremble as he whispers words I don’t understand. It could be English, it could be Arabic, it could be bloody Swahili, because I can’t seem to make sense.Fuck, I can barely see, it’s so good. But as his fingers scissor, sliding along my clit, the heel of his hand pressing firmly, I’m done.
Sheets twisted in my fists, I’m like a cat stretching in the sunshine as I push back onto him. I grate out his name,yes, yes, yes,my arms no longer holding me, the thought of him feeling himself inside me whilefeelinghimself, and me—
‘Wait...’ It’s half growl, half breath, but wholly too late as I begin to clench around him. I come undone, dragging him with me. ‘Oh fuck!’
As he comes, my shoulder is between his teeth, sucking, biting, his whole being trembling as his body surges behind me for one last thrust, as mutually, we come.
