Hearing him tell me he loves me, that he wants to have babies and be a family, is scary as hell, but it’s also amazing. There’s not even a small part of me that wants to hesitate because what I’ve found with him is pure and simple and sweet.
“No more birth control,” Kai echoes as he looks over at me. His gaze turns heated; his eyes focus on me with a burning intensity. “Fuck, the idea has me so turned on.”
Stepping closer, barely an inch between us, I reach up, my fingers caressing his jaw. I feel the warmth of his skin, the soft puffs of his breathing, my hand sliding down to rest against his heart.
“Me too,” I respond. “The recklessness of knowing you could get me pregnant. Of you coming inside me while I’m not on the pill.”
“Fuck, Quinn,” Kai growls, and I giggle, loving how turned on he is right now. Feeling the hard bulge in his boardshorts, his body flush with mine.
Who would have thought this reformed fuckboy would have a breeding kink?
Certainly not me.
But I am so fucking here for it.
We’re pressed so tightly together, and I’ve never been so turned on by another person in my life. All he has to do is breathe my name, whisper his attraction, and I’m ready to go. My panties are soaked at the idea of him coming inside me, and I push my hips against him.
His hands snake down my body, over my ribs, my hips, to my ass. Gripping hard, he lifts me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he slams me against the cabinets, his mouth colliding with mine. All tongues and hands exploring, our bodies on fire, trembling with want and need.
Kai’s the guy I want to kiss for the rest of my life, even if that sounds totally and completely crazy. There’s no one I want more than him, no one I want to be inside me, to be part of me, to own me and claim me.
He pins me with his hips, his hard length pressing against me, and I want him to strip my clothes off and fuck me right here in this kitchen. Pounding me into the cabinets, burying himself inside me, losing myself in him.
Watching him watch me do that podcast, his undying and unwavering support has me so turned on, right along with his admission that he wants to have kids with me. Fucking me bare, and not like before, but without birth control. I’m obsessed with him and this recklessness.
Reaching between us, I tug at the strings of his boardshorts, my hand slipping into the front, wrapping around his dick.
He hisses, his head falling back as I stroke him. I love the noises he makes at my touch: deep, guttural moans encouraging me on, knowing he’s desperate for me.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur against his lips, our breath coming out hard and fast. “I want to be on my knees for you.”
God, I fucking love who I am with Kai. Telling him exactly what I want, dirty and desperate. The raw honesty in my words makes me shudder, tightening my legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
“Babe, I don’t wanna come in your mouth. Inside you only. I want you dripping with my cum. I want to watch your pussy take my cock like a good girl, and then you can lick me clean.”
His words are so fucking filthy, and every word of it is for me.
Letting me go, he steps back, his chest heaving, his eyes hooded. He looks drunk and obsessed and in love, and I feel it everywhere. My body ignites, fire burning, the ache between my legs throbs, needing release.
“Bend over the counter, Quinn,” he demands, a harsh rasp to his tone, and I do as I’m told.
With my ass up, my stomach pressed against the counter on the island, I lift my dress, exposing my drenched panties to him.
“Take me,” I urge, my hips moving, seeking friction.
“Babe, you’re dripping,” he groans, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric.
Sliding through my wetness, he caresses my clit, gentle and slow, but I need more, and I move against his fingers. Harder. Faster.
Looking over my shoulder, I plead with him. “More, Kai, please.”
Hearing my desperation, he pulls my panties to the side, taking himself out. I watch as he thrusts inside me. My hips lurch forward, and he grabs hold of them, stilling me as he slams into me over and over.
“Touch yourself, Quinn. Get yourself there as I come inside you,” Kai commands, his words burying themselves deep inside me, fueling the ache and the need to come.
Here we are, fucking in his kitchen, in the home he shares with someone else. This is going to have to change.
Thank fuck Eli is working, but poor Eli. He’s had to deal with Kai and all his sexual exploits. He needs a break, so we certainly won’t be moving in here together.
