‘Do you want to...’ He glances down meaningfully, adding a soft laugh as I shake my head staccato. And he definitely wasn’t at the end of the line whenthosewere handed out. He slides black boxers down his legs, eyes not moving from mine as he deftly rolls the condom along his length.
‘Enough.’ His voice is soft but determined as his teeth graze a tantalising trail over my body. Each nip and lick reduces me to small, helpless movements and noises of pleasure. Kissing the inside of my knee, he lifts it gently, the heel of my shoe sinking into the bedding. I struggle to raise myself on my elbows as his lips curl into a smile.
‘No,’ he whispers, trailing a finger along my thigh. ‘Keep still. You look so perfect.’
Poised above me on one arm, his eyes are dark as he strokes his erection against my opening, his movements deliberate and slow. I shift trying to gain purchase, to raise myself onto him. Immediately. No more teasing. I wrap my legs around his thighs to pull him deeper as he lowers his pelvis onto me, sliding past my entrance.
Rocking his hips a touch, he whispers, ‘Didn’t anyone ever tell you pleasures are always greatest in their anticipation?’ The weight of his body increases my need, the pressure delectable and detestable, both.
‘Didn’t anyone ever tell you you talk too much?’ I reply, a little hoarse.
‘I’ve never had complaints about my oral endeavours before,’ he whispers darkly, entering me in one smooth push.
I’m wet, open and ready but still I cry out, my muscles clenching around his length.
Harsh breath exhaled over gravel, he groans, ‘ThatI like. Make that noise again.’ Moving back, he plunges in deeper and, right then, I’ll give him anything, everything, as I’m stretched and filled to his hilt.
As though savouring the moment, his eyes close, lashes almost caressing his high cheekbones. Beneath him, my muscles compress and will him on; I’m wound tight, my body’s instinctual responses awakening, crying out for more. When he begins to move, it’s torturously slow, a teasing advance and retreat.
Rolling his hips, he continues the torment.
‘Kai, please.’
‘You feel too good,’ he whispers on the breath of an exhale. Then, he drives himself inside again.
I groan, lifting my hips to meet his teasing, the sheet knotted in my hands. His hand moves to my hip, pushing it flat into the bed before he moves it to my knee, lifting it. The change of depth is instant, my pleasure climbing as I release the sheet and run my fingernails down his back. His body ripples in response, exhaling a long, raspy groan and, encouraged, I take his flat nipple into my mouth, clasping it between my teeth.
‘Ah, the kittenbites,’ he rasps, easing back once more and rewarding me with a firm thrust. Struck by instinct, I wrap my leg around him, lightly stroking the end of my pointed heel along his thigh.
‘Ah, fuck, yes.’ A growl. A big cat purr, low and deep.
I work his hardened nipple again, flicking it with my tongue. I need more. More him. Harder. Hitching my hips, I dig the point of my heel into the firm flesh of his arse.
He groans, thrusting firmly, changing tempo at once. This time, he doesn’t stop. His pace is unyielding and I raise my hips to meet him thrust for thrust. An exquisite tension builds inside, the intensity mounting and twisting with the collision of skin. Higher and higher it spirals, pushing all the air from my chest until I come loudly, my mind fragmenting, my body flexing and arching through its chemical release.
Above me, Kai slips his hands beneath my back, fingers curling around my shoulders as he anchors himself for long, powerful thrusts. His body bows, fingers tightening enough to bruise as he thrusts once, twice more, growling a sentiment I fully understand in a language I realise I don’t.
His head falls to my neck, body sinking onto mine as my insides contract around him.
‘Khallas. Enough,’ he murmurs, kissing my neck. ‘For now.’
