She’s so wet, and so tight, and so fucking warm, my mind is swimming in self-indulgence. At one time, I was afraid to drown, but now I welcome the submergence. Because now I know, once I go under, I won’t be alone. Kira is there, and we’ll drift through the darkness together.
“Oh, fuck.” Kira quivers as I continue to fuck her gradually, taking all the time in the world, even if it’s slowly destroying us. “I needmore,” she pleads, and I gain way too much satisfaction in her appeal.
“Are you begging, Kira Kendrick?”
“Shit, yes.” Kira begins to crumble right before my very eyes.
“Touch yourself.” She’s so open and exposed I can’t control the request. I want our climaxes to be volcanic, and watching Kira pleasure herself will send me right over the jagged edge.
“You’re a bastard.” She brings her fingers to my mouth, and I soak them with delight.
“Sometimes.” I agree. “But I promise, baby, it will all be worth it.”
Kira caresses her clit, and my head nearly explodes. It’s so fucking hot it could light the goddamn room on fire.
“Don’t take your fucking eyes off me.” I move my hips faster, in a steady, circular motion.
Kira whimpers in pleasurable pain as she massages the reactive little piece of pink flesh and her pussy painfully contracts.
“So close, Snow.” Every muscle in my body strains as my gaze jumps between Kira’s face and her hand.
“Too close.” She closes her eyes and gives in to the temptation.
“Look at me.” I touch my forehead to hers. The small shift in my position forces me deeper, intensifying our connection. Kira’s mouth forms an erotic O as she stares into my eyes and lets go, coming in a star-studded array of high-pitched pants and tortured moans.
The flash of heat and pornographic display sends me on my own rapturous ride, and I find myself caught in Kira’s climax, thrusting away, achieving the volcanic eruption I was after from the very start.
Everything is tight — our bodies, my thoughts, and Kira’s pussy. Time slows down and my pulse rate speeds up as the simultaneous climax causes a physical landslide. We’re both sticky with sweat and saturated with fluids by the time it all passes.
I breathe heavier than I have in a long time; my energy is spent, my thoughts are foggy, and I can barely remain upright. We slide down the heated leather, disconnected from each other, but still exceptionally close. I lie with Kira trembling in my arms, the aftermath still viable. I kiss her head, her face, her lips, clutching her new, short strands tightly in my fist.
“Never ever doubt me again.”
“Never ever give me a reason to.”
I think that’s a fair trade-off.
Kira and I lie together, limbs entwined, reconnecting. Would I sound like a total bitch if I said I enjoy snuggling with her as much as I enjoy fucking her?
“Will you tell me about the file?” I ask, playing with a lock of her pale blonde hair.
“If you really want to know.”
“You know that I do.”
Kira snuggles a little closer to me, burying her face in my neck for a beat before she speaks. “I didn’t tell you the whole story about my freediving venture. Things were really bad between my parents. The worst they had ever been. They were fighting again. It was loud and vicious, and my mom was crying and screaming.” Kira sniffles, and I realize she’s holding back tears. I tighten my hold around her and give her the time she needs to continue. “I just wanted it all to stop. I wanted it to be quiet in my head. I wanted my mom to stop getting hurt. I even wished that my dad would die. I don’t know what made me do it, but I filled the bathtub in my parents’ room. It was this huge Jacuzzi thing that I loved taking baths in. I filled it all the way to the top, then I got in, clothes and all. I was like in this trance. I didn’t mean to stay under so long, but it was so peaceful. There was no sound, no hurt, no yelling. I just embraced it. I went to sleep, and I almost never woke up.”
“That sounds chilling.”
“They say drowning is the most peaceful way to die.”
“That’s fucking morbid, and I’ll take your word for it.” I press a kiss on her forehead. “How did you . . . not end up dying?” I don’t know how else to phrase it.
“My mom found me. She pulled me out and gave me CPR. I think that day was a turning point for all of us. It put everything into perspective. She started to plot her escape in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. I went through a lot of emotional shit after that. I was really lost and broken and fucked up. And it’s not something I’m proud of. Shit.” Kira hides her face against me, concealing her tears. “But I fought really hard to make it through to the other side.”
God, I’m such a fucking dick. Kira has gone through hell in a handbasket, and I’m over here all resentful because my father met a woman and wanted a better life. I have tortured both her and him over it. I’ve only thought about myself and never considered anyone else’s stake in it. Kira was right when she said I was lost. I am, but I really want to find my way back. Maybe I am, little by little, with her by my side.
“I get it. We don’t need to talk about it anymore. I know enough. And I fucking hate seeing you cry.”
