Not the kind that’s one-sided or empty.
But the kind that’s shared.
She takes me into her mouth, sliding down to the base before gradually returning to the tip again. I continue licking her, pushing her relentlessly toward orgasm, waiting for the moment when she climaxes and I have the pleasure of licking up every last drop. Her movements turn voracious, and it feels so damn good. It doesn’t take long before my balls are tightening as my cock swells. Every muscle stiffens as I hover on the verge of losing control.
Although, I’ll be damned if I come before she does. I adjust her hips until I’m able to nibble at her clit. The noise she makes vibrates around my cock. Just as her pussy spasms, I find my own release, coming harder than I have in a long time. Maybe ever. A tight fist grips my heart, squeezing it painfully, as she deep throats my cock, swallowing down every drop of cum.
It’s only when I soften that she presses a kiss against the tip of my length. I do the same to her clit, savoring the taste of her. She lays her head against my thighs, her warm breath floating over me as I massage her gorgeous ass. As I stare at her drenched core, I realize that I could happily stay naked in bed like this forever.
I press another kiss against her pouty lips. “Pretty sure there’s no better way to start the day.”
When the world finally rights itself again, she straightens and crawls off me. The second her warm weight disappears, I miss it.
Thankfully, she doesn’t go far.
A few seconds later, she settles against my side, nestling close, her cheek pressed to my chest, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to fit herself into the space between my arm and my heart.
“That was…”
“Good?” I ask cautiously.
She tilts her chin until our gazes can meet and hold. “Much better than that. No one’s ever bothered to take their time with me or focus on my pleasure the way you did.”
Her honesty breaks me wide open, because this woman deserves that and so much more. I drop a kiss against her forehead, letting my lips linger as I breathe her in. “I’ll give you that every morning,” I murmur. “If you let me.”
“Really?” She searches my eyes, uncertainty flickering in hers, as if she finds the idea difficult to believe.
“Yes.” There’s zero hesitation in my response. “I love showering you with pleasure and knowing I’m the only one who gets to make you feel that way.”
She shifts closer, her fingers tracing slow, idle patterns along my rib cage. “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever been with.”
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
Her cheeks flush with color. “It is. I like the way you make me feel. With you… I don’t have to be anyone other than myself.”
Something inside me stills before clicking into place. It doesn’t feel like a decision so much as an undeniable truth.
“Kitten,” I murmur, pulling her closer, “I wouldn’t want you to be anyone else. Not ever.”
Even as I hold her, I realize it’s still not enough.
Because this woman has uncaged something in me—a need, a protectiveness, a depth of feeling I locked away years ago. I buried it beneath responsibility and routine. Beneath the parts of my life that demanded I be steady and controlled, even when everything inside me secretly longed for more.
I’d convinced myself I didn’t need it.
Didn’t want it.
That it was easier to live without.
And now that it’s been released, there’s no chaining it back up again. No forcing it into the shadows or pretending it doesn’t exist when it’s already wrapped around my ribs, taking root in the space between my heartbeat and my breath.
And there’s no denying what it wants.
Her.
Only her.
Just when I think Kia has drifted back to sleep, she murmurs, “I feel safe with you.”
