God, how I want to be limitless for him.
I feel the orgasm start to build deep in my core and he’s right there with me quickening his pace. Our lovemaking gets sloppy and hurried as we crest the edge of sweet blinding euphoria together. He grips my ass, angling it upwards and pushing impossibly deeper inside me. Then he hits that spot at just the right angle and I cry out in ecstasy. We’re drowning in desire, in each other, freefalling together.
“Kai,” I whimper as tears slide down my face. “I love you,” I whisper almost imperceptibly. But Kai hears it. I’m in shock that we made it here after all we’ve endured.
We’re us again. Us still. Us always.
“I love you,” he says after kissing my forehead and again after he kisses my cheek. “God, I missed saying that to you,” he admits. He repeats it over and over until it’s the only thing I hear. Until it’s imprinted in my skin and embedded in my heart.I love youas he smiles against my mouth and slips out of me. As soon as he does, I miss him. I want to tell him that I already feel empty without him.I love you I love you I love youas he burrows in next to me, pulling me tight to his chest.
He wanted to own my pleasure and he had, wringing out every last drop. I vow right then and there that it will never belong to anyone else ever again.
Chapter 66
Kai
Shejustshowsupat my apartment at midnight out of the blue. I open my door and she’s standing there, sopping wet. And I think to myselfI am completely gone for this woman.
It doesn’t take long for me to realize she came over here on a whim, much like my quest to fly to North Carolina in search of her. The letter that she’s holding, I know it by heart. I had memorized every fucking line before I mailed it. I started it off cruel and bitter, heartbroken and angry.
I can’t believe you fucking did this to me. To us. Don’t I deserve some sort of explanation? Was our entire relationship a lie? How could you just walk away like it meant nothing? You’re a coward, Ken, and whatever you’re scared of, whatever you’re running from, I hope it was worth it.
But the rest of it is an outpouring of love. My adoration for her.
I miss you the way the earth misses the sun’s warmth in the depths of winter. If I’m honest, I think I’ll miss you for the rest of my life. I feel so fucking empty without you. I keep trying to fill this hole inside myself with other things. But I know it’s uselessbecause the only person who completes me, complements me, knows the shape of my heart is you.
You are my entire world, my whole fucking heart. Every dream I could ever hope to have. I have never loved anyone the way I love you, as much as I love you, and I probably never will again. But I think I need to try and let you go. I’ll love you today, tomorrow, forever, always. I’m scared that I’ll never figure out how not to.
I didn’t regret writing it, it helped me at the time, albeit marginally. But I regret the pain she probably feels having read it now, hours ago.Would this always be our fate?Living in a convoluted mixture of the past and present, doomed to bring up old wounds that would always somehow feel fresh? I hoped not.
But then her lips are on mine, sweet and calming. And I’m reassured that we can conquer anything, any challenge that comes our way as long as we have each other. I don’t want her to bear this burden any longer, our downfall, the ruining of our previous relationship. And she needs to know she doesn’t have to. I want to move forward with Kendall; I want everything with her.Allof her. I’m about to tell her this when she’s calmed down and I have her cradled against my chest. But suddenly we’re making out again, our tongues fighting for dominance and it’s clear we both have the same idea.
She tells me she wants to break the pact.
Thank fucking god. It’s a miracle we even held out this long.
Our tongues are clashing, teeth clanging, our bodies vibrating with untamed lust. Before I know it, I’m pressing her into the wall and we’re fucking with our clothes on. I’m so turned on and impossibly hard I think I might explode as soon as she wraps her dainty fingers around my cock.
“Fuck, Ken,” I groan into her shoulder. A bead of precum leaks from my tip as she moves her hand up and down.
We bump into the wall, the couch, and an end table on the way to my bedroom. We’re still kissing and laughing as I set her down at the foot of the bed. At some point, she shed her pants and shirt, leaving her in nothing but a small triangle of black lace already soaked in her arousal. She is a goddamn wet dream.
Fuck. She is perfect. Her dark curls falling down her back and around her shoulders. Her hazel eyes that give everything away. Her pink supple lips and her pert brown nipples. Her slender torso that’s painted with freckles, eight to be exact. The soft curves of her hips alone make me weak. I want to grip them while she rides my cock, her perfect tits bouncing around wildly. But her hourglass shape and thick thighs are the stuff of fantasies. I want to wrap my hands around them while my head is buried between her legs.
And her face. Her hauntingly beautiful face. No matter how much I wanted to, I could never forget it. I’m relieved now that I don’t have to. She is so fucking sexy I can’t decide if I want to fuck her or taste her first.
I need to worship her body, cherish it, savor her. And I do.
You know the old adage,you never forget how to ride a bike? It’s a little like that at first. Clunky and awkward getting used to the rhythm, the mechanisms, and each other's bodies again. But once we find our footing, it transforms into pure perfection. Like we had never separated, never stopped loving each other. And maybe we hadn’t. Not truly. Maybe this, us, has always transcended time and distance. It’s years of unfulfilled want and months of insatiable need unleashed in a matter of seconds.
There’s nothing like making love to Kendall, fucking her. The woman of my dreams. Sinking into her again and again, my cock swallowed by her perfect pussy. Hearing her breathless sounds and cries of pleasure. Her internal muscles squeezing me, milking me dry until I see stars.
No one-night-stand or short-term girlfriend has even come close. There’s something about being with someone intimately that knows all of you. The shape of your flaws and texture of your insecurities. Someone you have bared your soul to and who has willingly done the same for you. That intensity, that passion, that goes beyond sex. It’s the kind of connection, the type of soul deep love that scares you shitless because you know without a doubt this is your person. This is the rest of your life.
This. Is. Everything.
Love that sets you on fucking fire. That’s what I crave, what I’ve been missing all these years and I finally have it again with her.
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