I nod a wordless yes, adding, ‘I can’t—can’t anymore.’
But it seems I can, as he pulls my hips back onto him with a raspy exhale. ‘So fucking amazing.’ I think that’s what he says, this masculine growl of awe as I cry out from the pressure, pressing my nails into my palms. And so much for putting me in charge...
But then it’s over. The sting has gone, replaced by... the sensation of fullness. Of being filled. Still and unspeaking, the sound of our breath fills the room, but my heart almost stops as he places his large palm against the base of my spine as he begins to withdraw. The slow drag is more erotic than pain or punishment. Sensual and controlled, almost, unlike the tremble in my legs. He pushes forward again.Same dance, different disco?Each drag is a little longer, each thrust a little deeper still, and as the heel of his palm finds my clitoris, the waves of intensity begin to build.
I try not to writhe beneath him as I plead to false gods for release, whisper incantations for this feeling of connectedness to never end. Kai’s breathing becomes erratic, his movements a little more rough as he rubs my swollen clit, his fingers now slippery, his words less polished, and for the first time ever, making little sense. Harder now, he fucks me with something like anger or revenge, and perhaps it’s foolish to be part of this, but it’s hard to be anything other thanhisright now.
Possession. I’m a means tohisend, as I take my pleasure fromhis.
Kai’s thoughts are hidden by the black half-moons of his lashes, his jaw is clenched tight. I lift my head and watch our reflections pressed together in this wave as it comes crashing over us, knocking us both around, and almost taking the legs out from under him.
Kai rights his stance, our gaze now connected in the mirror, our bodies joined by the live wires of electricity pulsing through us in jolts.
Panting, sweating and sore in more places than just my wrists, I’m conscious of further discomfort as Kai pulls out.
The sound of the condom being removed from skin, then soft feet padding from the room and quickly returning. I don’t watch—I can barely lift my head.
‘You’re always so beautiful.Inti amar.’ Whispered words, kisses in my hair, his body pressed up against mine as he loosens my bonds. He kisses the notches in my spine, sliding his arms around me as he helps me stand. Wordlessly, he wraps me in his arms, and tumbles us both to the bed.
He lays like a starfish, blinking up into the semi-darkness, the lights from the city below casting shadows across his unreadable face. I want to ask him what he’s thinking, if we’re going to be okay, when he shakes his head as though shaking off flies, a smile bursting across his face.
Men and anal—seems the rumours are right.
I want to ask him lots of things, but don’t want this moment to end. Instead, I wrap my arms around him to stop myself from drifting, but sink into sleep anyway
