He takes a big breath, relaxes and he looks at me.
“You okay?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
“How does it feel?”
“Like I’m full.” He chuckles slightly. “Holy shit!”
I snort a laugh. “I’m gonna move now, okay?” I pull back a little, and thrust back in. “Okay?”
“Yeah, fuck,” he groans. “Keep going!”
I pull back until only the head’s inside, and push back in, angling a little and doing it again. His back arches and he gasps on a moan.
“You feel amazing, Kaden,” I mumble as I pick up the pace. “So fucking good.” Bending his knee a little and pressing it up to get in deeper, I draw louder moans from him.
I stroke my hand up his body, from his knee to his hip, his waist, chest and up to his arm. Clasping his hand in mine, I lace my fingers through his, and he squeezes my hand before he wraps his legs around my waist, holding me close.
I can’t take my eyes off him. His eyes are closed, and his mouth slightly open. There’s a small frown between his brows, but it’s not the bad kind. It’s the very, very good kind.
He’s gorgeous, and sexy, and amazing, and I’m filled with emotions.
I want to kiss him where no one’s ever kissed him. I want to touch him where no one’s ever touched him. I want to be the only one. I want to be his.
I want to make this last. I want to make myself a home right here, inside of him. But I’ve been on the edge since we started, and he’s moaning and writhing beneath me, while dragging his fingers down my back. His head tilted back, and the muscles in his neck straining. And when I wrap a hand around his length, he opens his eyes and locks them with mine.
“Kiss me,” he breathes and while my heart is beating out of my chest, I press my mouth to Kaden’s. Pouring my heart, my soul and everything I can’t tell him into the kiss. And maybe I’m delusional but I feel like something shifts.
I’m not fucking him. It might look like I am if anyone were to see us, but I’m not.
I’m making fucking love to him.
And I wonder if he can feel it too. And for a quarter of a second, I think he does. There’s a stutter of his breath as I pull back from the kiss, and lock my eyes with his. And for a moment, we just stare at each other. Moving together. Breathing the same air. I can’t tear my eyes away, even though it feels like I’m choking. I’m holding back so much—it takes everything I have not to break apart.
His eyes are hooded, his movements jerky.
“Are you close?” he asks, pushing a hand through my hair.
I nod, darting my eyes between his.
“Yeah?” He tilts his head back, closing his eyes for a beat and when I pick up the pace and thrust harder into him, he moans.
“I want you to come first.”
I shake my head. Not this time. This is for him.
“Fuck! Together?” He chuckles on another loud moan.
“Okay,” I nod.
His body’s trembling and he buries his fingers into my back.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can think and this time I know he heard me, because his eyes widen a little, and I regret it immediately and it’s too much—like he can see inside of me, and I’m not ready—so I kiss him again. Swallowing his moans as he coats my hand and I bury myself deep inside him, where no one’s ever been, spilling my seed, and marking him from the inside.
Mine.
I want him to bemine.
