‘You’re so fucking wet and needy. And I want you.’
‘Yess,’ I hiss, pushing into him again.
‘Tell me you need me.’
‘I do.’ Two tiny words, barely a breath.
‘Tell me who this belongs to,’ he demands, two fingers sliding the length of me.
‘You,’ I rasp, my hands beginning to thrash against the bed. ‘Yours.’
‘What’s mine, kitten?’
‘I am,’ I repeat, rising higher, desperate to be filled. By his fingers. By his cock.
‘What about this?’ Those two fingers dip into me, but not enough. I hear a sound leave my mouth; almost a keening as he continues. ‘Tell me this is mine.’
‘It is.’
‘Tell me,’ he demands. Yes, it’s a demand, and his eyes burn like molten amber, but there’s that almost ever-present hint of amusement lurking in his tone. He wants to embarrass me, push my boundaries. Make me blush. ‘I want to hear you say the words.’
‘It’s yours, Kai,’ I pant, almost lost to my sense of shame or embarrassment. There’s just my want and need of him. ‘My-my—’Sex? Slit? Vag?‘—my pussy is yours.’
‘That’s right, kitten,’ he says, his sinful smile free.
Removing his hand, my knicker elastic hits my skin with a slight snap. My legs stiffen and my jaw is clenched; at this glacial pace, we’ll both be rubbed raw before we get to finish. He flexes into me again, hard and undulating above me, exposing the delicious column of his neck, and all I can think is I want to place my mouth there, my teeth.
‘This pussy is mine,’ he growls above me. ‘And I’m going to eat it.’ With this, he slides his body down, until he’s there, between my legs.
‘Oh my god.’
My breath halts as he moves my underwear aside, his fingers dipping into my wetness and parting me. His mouth is like an arrow, and my centre its bullseye; one brush of his tongue against the swollen point of my clit and I’m ready to come undone, almost immediately.
But that would be too easy. For Kai, anyway.
His soft lips and tongue work me slowly, his licks and kisses drawing my climax closer, only to move back again, like waves not quite hitting the shore as he slows his pace.
I’m left almost breathless. Desperate. Moaning for more.
Soft words blow over my heated centre as he whispers how good I look, splayed out, all twisted with need. How delicious I taste. How he can’t wait for me to come on his tongue.
‘Please, Kai.’ I beg. I plead as his mouth now teases with purpose, with fervour, until I feel I’m fit to bleed from all the layers of sensations; soft lips and kisses, the abrasion of nipping teeth and stubble on sensitive skin. I don’t know whether I’m coming or going, quite literally.
Until I do.
‘Please, please, please.’ Like an unholy litany, I chant. ‘Just fuck me, please.’
Then he’s there, over me, but not within. Black lace back between my legs, his cock rubbing and sliding against the fabric covering my wet length as I come.
‘Get on your knees,’ he rasps as I begin to still, externally anyway, my insides continuing to pulse emptily. ‘Pull down your underwear. Now,’ he adds, as I just stare up at him.
As I process his words, I scramble up onto my knees to do just that, all fingers and clumsy thumbs. Rolling to the side, he props his head on one hand to watch. My crotch level with his head, I’ve pulled my knickers down as far as mid-thigh when he stills me with a hand on my hip. His golden eyes are focused between my legs, a muscle jumping in his jaw.
‘What is it?’ I ask, threading my hands into his hair.
He doesn’t speak. Instead, he pulls me down by my waist, pulling me to him as he lies back on the bed. His kiss is deep and hungry, my face now tight in his hands.
‘I’m going to miss you,’ he says eventually, his voice so soft.
