Then, in one fluid motion, he sinks into me so perfectly slow that I nearly split in two.
“Oh, God.” I dig my face into his neck as my arms and legs and pussy all tighten painfully around him.
“Ellie,” he moans, nudging my cheek with his nose coaxing me to look up at him. He drops kisses on my lips over and over as he rocks in and out of me.
“You feel so good.” Kayne dips his tongue into my mouth, pressing his body harder against mine, his pelvis repeatedly brushing over my throbbing clit as our wet bodies slide easily against each other from the thin residue of soap still left on our skin.
“So do you.” I get lost in the feel of him, the way his long, measured thrusts stretch and fill me, producing not only a physical response but an emotional one. My heart and pussy constrict at the same time as the orgasm inside me grows fast and furiously, threatening to unleash.
“You’re going to make me come.” I squirm breathless underneath him, unable to control it.
“Not yet, Ellie. Hold onto it.” He hugs me tighter and thrusts deeper. My body spasms. “You feel too fucking good.”
But I can’t hold on, because he feels the exact same way, so thick and hard and overpowering.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” I chant against his neck without a prayer. “Kayne!” My orgasm steamrolls me, and I tumble over the edge, my clit aching and muscles contracting violently.
A few moments later, at the tail end of my internal frenzy, Kayne grabs my thigh with one hand and slams into me, groaning in what sounds like unbearable pleasure.
He collapses on top of me once his orgasm subsides, wrapping me in his arms and breathing heavily.
“I love you.” The words flow out in a whisper as he hugs me tightly. I flutter my eyes open and stare up at the thin white fabric covering the canopy bed, a whirlwind of emotions running through me.
“I know,” I kiss the side of his face. It’s the only response I have. I’m not ready to go there. He’s so sure about how he feels. And although I want to be here, with him, I’m still coming to terms with what I want and how much I can give.
“Good, always remember that.” He kisses my forehead and then rolls off me, pulling me into his side so I am snuggled in the crook of his arm. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. It’s such a strong, soothing sound, almost hypnotic. I put my hand next to my ear to feel it.
“It beats because of you.”
“What?”
“It never beat until I met you.” He puts his hand over mine.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“It’s true. I never had a reason to live until you, Ellie.”
I blush and hide my face. How can he be so open? I thought men were supposed to be closed off and devoid of all emotion?
“Did I say something to upset you?”
“No,” I snuggle closer to him, “you’re just making it very hard to resist you.”
“Baby, that’s the idea.” He kisses my head and laughs.
I doze off warm and content in Kayne’s arms as the last bit of light fades away from the day.
“HEY, SLEEPYHEAD,” KAYNE SHAKES MElightly. “We’re going to be late for dinner.”
I crack open my eyes to find him showered and dressed. He smells good, like shaving cream. “I let you sleep as long as I could.”
“Do we have to go?” I stretch sleepily.
“Yes. We promised.” It sounds like there’s no getting out of it.
“Fine.” If my stomach wasn’t rumbling, I would throw the covers over my head and protest.
“Up you go, sleeping beauty.” Kayne picks me up off the bed and I go limp in his arms. “Funny,” he mocks. “Are you always such a lazy riser?”
