Things I once heard said about at girl in my high school English class.
A girl who takes it up the arse is no one’s long term.
Then, nugget! Nugget! What happens if, you know?
Messy.
Pain in the arse.
Literally.
‘You’re thinking too hard.’ I sense Kai leaning back. ‘If you could see what I see... you’re all fuckingdeliciousness.’With this hiss, I’m full of him once more, both appendages now further within. ‘Sweetheart, I want you to takeall of me.’ And the end of his sentence sounds more animal than any verbal request.
Something cracks inside me, something dark and hot and consuming, pierced by the exquisite desperation in his tone. I nod my head, and the noises I make could be an affirmation, but more of an affirmation is the way I’ve pushed myself up against him. My heart moves to somewhere in the region of my groin, as suddenly, I’m empty as Kai pulls away.
Cold lube. Warm fingers. Then, the crown of his cock where I’d never ever imagined it would be.
‘I promised you I’d never lie to you.’ His voice is quiet, his tone oh-so serious. Placing the heel of his hand on my lower back, he pushes down, my butt now sticking further out. Conflicting emotions flicker and fade across his face, his brows drawn in as he speaks again. ‘I don’t think I can trust myself right now.’
I tilt my head over my shoulder, trying to suppress, what no doubt Niamh would call mywhat the fuck face.
His eyes burn bright in their cognac coloured hues, fiery with want and desire, and from what he’s about to do. So hot they sear my soul with the understanding that I’m here trying to right a wrong. I’m the one here confessing to lies.
‘I want this so badly. You’re mine. Do you hear me?’
As I turn back to the mirror, I whisper, ‘Yes.’
‘I don’t want to hurt you, so I’m giving you the reins.’ I mirror his nod as he says, ‘Breath out slowly, then push back onto me.’
My brain short circuits, his words a direct line between my legs. He wants this so badly, but I’m the one who’ll be doing this to myself? Sort of, anyway...
The wet press of his cock brings me back to the moment, one hand at my hip, one holding himself.
‘Push back,’ he repeats, all commanding.
My reflection blinks back at me, while Kai’s wears his dark expression so well. I swallow thickly, fear and desire coating my throat as I do as he says. Try anyway.Maybe this is what it feels like to be diabetic, having to inject yourself.
Kai’s hand slides to my butt cheeks. And I push back. And back.
‘Breathe,’ he coaxes. ‘Exhale.’
I do, my spine dipping in the action, my contracted muscles relaxing as he guides me backwards, right onto his wide crown.
Tantric bum sex this is not. It pinches. It’s not comfortable at all. I resist the temptation to move forward, to exit the... exit only... entrance. Instead, I push further back as I catch a glimpse of Kai’s reflection, a look so profound; a mixture of agony and ecstasy and quite something else.
‘Breathe,’ he rasps again. ‘Fuck, Kate. That’s... that’s it.’
As his lids roll closed I recognise the intensity; the agony, the ecstasy, the awe.
The discomfort eases as I breach his head. And we still once again.
I watch his reflection swallow, the sound powerful and restrained. ‘Again, okay?’
I exhale, and bear down, pushing back further, and a little further still, undone by the catch in his throat. God, I want to do this. Want his fingers to tattoo his desire into my flesh, want his guttural exhales to shake the walls of this room.
I shudder, reaching the part of me where I feel I can take him no more.
‘Okay?’
