Page 75 of Kaine

“Watching you come for me.”

I smile and stroke his sweat glistened temple.

“Now it’s your turn. Come for me. Fuck me and come for me,” I urge him.

His eyes fall shut and there’s a muscle twitching in his jaw. He pulls himself up onto his hands, as his hips start to move again, and I can feel him enter me deeper. His chest heaves as he starts to move faster, faster and faster, his forehead crinkling as he tilts his head back.

As he fucks me.

I wrap my legs around him and squeeze and he throws his head back and roars, his whole body tensing, and I know. I know he’s emptying himself. Giving me everything. His hips jerk; short jerking thrusts into me as he forces his eyes open, locking them with mine. I caress his cheek, smiling at him.

And then he collapses.

His whole body dropping on top of mine, crushing the air momentarily from my lungs.

“Ugh,” I exhale.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says, moving off me,

“No,” I wrap my legs around him tighter. “Don’t go. Stay. Stay inside me.”

He doesn’t move, his head collapsed on my shoulder, our breaths synching, fast and shallow at first, then slowing, deep and steady.

It’s ten, fifteen minutes before either of us move or speak.

And it’s not me who moves.

And it’s not me who speaks.

And it’s not me who says, “I love you.”