Sai
I’ve beenat home two weeks, and Kennedy’s been fussing around me every chance she gets. It doesn’t help that her shorts barely cover her ass some days, or that having her sleep next to me is torture. She cooks and takes care of me. I can barely fry and egg, so I am grateful she’s so attentive, but there are other parts of me that also need her attention.
I moved into an apartment in the city, away from my father, away from my family home. The old man transferred Neil, so he’s taken care of. It’s time for me to start over, and I cannot think of a better way to start than right here. I feel great, in top form actually. I’ve been cleared to get back to work in a week, and I intend on doing that, if Kennedy will let me, of course.
I’m laying in bed, in the suckiest of moods ever. Kennedy has been in the shower for the last half hour, and my mood just dipped further when she refused my offer to join her. She comes singing out of bathroom, a towel wrapped around her. Fuck, she is gorgeous. She undoes the towel from her hair and lets those raven locks fall.
“How are you feeling, babe?” she asks, all cheery. I should answer by pointing to my dick that is protruding from my gray sweatpants, but I don’t.
“Okay.” I respond and continue to not read the magazine in my hands as she lets the towel drop, walking across the room to the closet where her clothes hang. She hasn’t moved in officially, also to my annoyance, but we’re getting closer to that. I watch, her body dipping and curving in ways that drive me crazy. She holds up two dresses.
“Which do you prefer?”
Nothing, I want to say, but I choose the black one because it’ll be easier to lift for a quick fuck, which I intend to do at the wedding today. Against any fucking surface, if she’s not careful.
“You sure you’re okay?” She looks intently at me, lips thinning.
“Fuck, yes, Kennedy. I’m fine.” I growl. She stands before me, those pert breasts and that clean-shaven pussy like a mirage. She shrugs, and I think of all the dirty things I’m going to do to punish her for making me wait. Naughty girls need to be punished.
She climbs onto the bed, her boobs giggling just the way I like. She straddles my thighs, and I lay the magazine down.
“It doesn’t sound like you’re okay.” she inquires, tilting her head to the side. She parts her lips just an inch. “Have I done something to upset you?”
“Not at all.” I say through gritted teeth. If she’s not careful, I’ll fuck her so hard she won’t walk for days. She moves up my body, straddling my dick.
“Skating on thin ice, Güzel.”
“How thin?” she asks innocently while rocking against my cock.
“Ah, fuck. Don’t be a tease, baby, please.”
She bats her lashes, gets on her knees, pulls down my pants, and bites that lip when she sees my erection. She bends and kisses the tip. “Who says I’m teasing?” She takes me into her mouth inch by inch while looking at me in my eyes. She starts to bob her head up and down, grazing my length with her teeth. “Fuck.”
She stops, and just when I think she’s going to leave me wanting, she climbs on my cock, sinking onto me, every wet inch coating me. She moves her body up and down, and I groan in pleasure. She’s slowly torturing me, but I know she wants to do this her way. She starts to circle her hips and she’s moaning. Her hips start rocking so fast, I breathlessly have to tell her to slow down. She doesn’t listen, and in a few seconds, I’m filling her, my hips lifting to thrust into her hard. She cries out my name. The only name that will ever fall from those lips when she’s like this.
She climbs off me and lets me hold her, our breathing slowly returning to normal, my head (not that one) no longer pounding from frustration.
She tilts her head up and places a kiss on my lips.
“I love you, Kennedy. Don’t ever forget that.”
“How could I?” She grins.
“Hey where’s my ‘I love you, Sao, you’re my beginning and end and in between?’” He teases.
“Oh, you already know all that,” she tells me, turning onto her back.
“Oh I do, do I?” I ask, pinching a nipple between my fingers. I twist it until she yelps. I let my hands roam down to her pussy, our release coating her. I thrust a finger into her, hard enough that her lips fall open. “Say it.”
She shakes her head, and I thrust another finger in, two fingers exploring her, stretching her till she’s lost in euphoria. I climb between her legs and line my cock up to her entrance. When I thrust into her, I know it’s hard, harder than I’ve ever fucked her, but I also know she wants it this way. Tears fall from her eyes as she grips my back with her nails. It hurts, she’ll draw blood, but my movements only quicken. Her boobs bounce around, and I latch onto one, biting onto it.
She lifts her legs, and I press down on her shins to spread her wider. “You’re mine, always.”
“I am, Sai, I swear.”
My thrusts are wild, out of control, and she takes it, letting me spill my seed inside her. I want to mark her, make sure she understands what being mine means.
“I love you.” she says and kisses me with everything she has. And with that kiss, she reminds me that although I have walked amongst the shadows, I found the light. I have hurt, but I have healed. I am hers. I am incomplete yet whole in her arms.
