Gradually, the tension leaves her body. Her hips begin to meet mine, and when her legs tighten around me, something in my control starts to slip.
“More.”
I still.
“Kaia.”
“More, Zain.”
I give her what she asks for.
My thrusts deepen, and the sound she makes goes straight through me. I kiss her hard, one hand braced beside herhead while the other grips her hip and draws her into every movement.
She begins to meet every thrust, and each time her hips rise into mine, my control slips further.
My name leaves her mouth, and I have never heard anything better.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes open.
I move harder.
“That’s it.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders.
“I’m close.”
I reach between us and touch her clit.
She breaks apart beneath me. Her body tightens around my cock, and the feeling pulls me over the edge with her.
I bury my face against her neck as I come.
For a while, neither of us moves.
Then I lift my head.
Kaia looks exhausted, flushed, and so beautiful it hurts to look at her.
“You okay?”
She gives me a weak glare.
“You are medically interrogating me after sex.”
“Yes.”
Her mouth curves.
“I’m okay.”
I ease away carefully and retrieve a warm cloth and water.
Kaia watches me while I return to the bed.
“What?”
