“Are you really going to be that man?”
“I’m already that man.” I pull her down to the floor so she’s kneeling between my thighs. “I’m the one who’s going to heal all your scars, guard your body, protect your heart, be a better man than I was the day before, and love you with everything I have. Everything I am.”
Kira visibly softens. “That’s definitely the kind of man I need.”
“Say the word, and you have him.”
“I have something better than a word.” She leans forward and presses her lips to mine. I take full advantage of the opening, crushing her body and mouth to me. It’s the most reassuring and consoling kiss I have ever experienced. Trapping her face in my hands, I smother her with affection and earnest embraces. Embraces that communicateI’m sorry, I love you, I want you, I need you, I’d fucking kill for you.
Soft caresses soon becomes fanatical petting, and emotional kisses become an intensified clash of tongues.
The rift between us is mending, recalling what was almost lost. I pull at Kira’s shirt as an overwhelming need ensues. A primal growl vibrates in my throat as my desire is torn in two. One part of me wants to fuck Kira like an animal, while another wants to shower her with passion and love.
I all but maul her while she’s on her knees, biting, kissing, sucking every part of her exposed skin.
“I fucking need you,” I snarl against her neck, a savage hankering to be set free. “I need to show you. I need to be inside you.”
“I want you inside me.” Kira’s breathy pants set fire to my arousal.
I rip at her shirt, stretching it out as I yank it over her head. There’s no bra to stop me from attacking her breasts, sucking on them deep and hard, fitting as much in my mouth at one time as I possibly can.
“Jesus, Ky.” Kira buries her fingers into my hair as I nip at her nipples, making them pucker and pebble under the force of my mouth. I move to the button of her jeans as I continue to lavish her chest in a lust-filled frenzy.
Once the button is popped and her zipper is down, my hand dives inside to find the sweetest spot of ecstasy on the planet. I slide a finger into her pussy, and Kira releases a blistering sound.
“Oh, God.” She disintegrates as I work her fast and slow, massaging my palm firmly against her clit. I refuse to relent until she’s soaked and dying for more. Dying for me.
Hearts pounding, breathing labored, desire running rampant, I lift Kira off the floor and place her on the couch. I make quick work of removing her pants, then attack her pussy. I don’t want to give her time to think, I want her just to feel. Feel me and all the things I’m capable of.
I lick the sugary spot between her legs emphatically, flicking my tongue against her clit and licking up the candied juice flooding from her entrance. Her afflicted sounds are so fucking arousing my cock is boxing like a prize fighter behind my zipper. I want her bad. I want her fast and dirty and slow and sweet.
“Oh, fuck, oh, Ky.” Her words are choppy and her body tense. I know what that means. I’m bringing her close. Way too close. I dial back my tongue and suck on her clit one last time. “Oh, no, why?” she whines, winded and weak.
“Because I want you to look me in the eyes when you come. I want you to see me, and I want to see you. I want us to see everything. Together.”
“See everything?” Kira repeats, clearly confused.
“This is the part where you trust me, Snow.” I peel off my Baumer T-shirt, then lose my jeans. It’s an even playing field now. Bare body to bare body. I stalk onto the couch, collecting Kira in my arms.
I position us the way I want, hooking my arms under Kira’s knees. She's propped on the back of the couch, her shoulders braced against the wall.
I drink her in, all nakedness and perfection. My cock is humming to be inside her, to just slide right into the sweetness a torturous inch away. I don’t know how I got so lucky, or why I’m so fucking stupid, but I was a moron to ever deny this woman, and an even bigger asshole to have ever walked away.
“Ky, what are you doing?” Kira heaves wantonly. She’s feeling the exact same thing I am — greed, lust, hunger, desire. A conglomeration of craving clawing right below the surface.
“Admiring what’s mine.” I tease her pussy with the engorged head of my pounding erection.
“You like what you see?” It’s such a shy, honest question.
“I love what I see.” I lean forward. “I love you.”
Kira traps my face in her hands and kisses me torridly. I lose my head in the connection, the ache in my balls winning out.
With a slight shift of my hips I sink inside of her, my swollen shaft stretching her wide, taking her by surprise.
She fights for oxygen as I steal it away, thrusting solid and steady and excruciatingly slow.
“Watch, Snow. Watch how perfect we fit together.” I lean back so we can both see. See the way my cock slides in and out of her body and glistens with her arousal.
