Page 52 of Before I Lost You

“Holy fucking shit!” I yell. “Yes, fuck yes, do it again.”

Kenneth’s lips are parted, and he’s breathing hard, wide eyes locked on mine. There is barely any blue visible. Just black, dilated pupils staring back at me. He’s absolutely lost to pleasure—just like me. He bites his bottom lip and does it again, hitting the same spot, making my entire body tighten.

“Kenny—fuck,” I say through gritted teeth, then whimper when he thrusts in again, faster and harder. It’s difficult to keepmy eyes open, not to let myself give in to the pleasure and tune everything else out. It’s hard, but I fight to keep eye contact through hooded eyes. “I feel like I’m going to die. It’s too much. Oh, fuck, I can’t take it.”

My entire body shakes, and it feels like I’m on the verge of coming but can’t quite get there. I’m moaning so loud I’m drowning out Kenneth’s sounds, but I watch him gasp and pant and groan over me with a pained look on his face. He grabs my wrist and directs my hand to my cock, not letting go until I’ve wrapped my fingers around myself. I stroke hard and fast, feeling all my muscles lock up as I get closer to orgasm.

“There you are,” Ken says through gritted teeth. “I’m so close, baby. Do you want me to come in this tight little hole?”

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, nodding so fast I’m lightheaded. “D-don’t s-stop! I’m about to—I’m gonna come!”

“Come for me, Conrad,” Kenneth gasps, going even faster.

He slams his lips to mine, sucking on my bottom lip as I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, and my vision turns white behind my lids. The pleasure is so acute, so much, too much, that it feels like my lower belly is on fire. My balls draw up suddenly, and I explode.

My cum drenches me, covering my belly, chest, and throat as I continue jerking myself until I’m spent and my cock softens. I’m sensitive, but Kenneth hasn’t come. I can tell he was holding out for me, and when my body finally slackens, he gasps and moans. I take him in—the way his perfect lips are parted, eyes focused on my face, nostrils flaring. I look lower, watching his abs contract with every thrust, skin glistening with my cum. It trails down between the lines of his muscles, but before I can watch it go lower, he drapes his body over mine again.

Kenneth whimpers into my mouth as he kisses me hard, losing rhythm slightly, moaning loudly when I clench around him on purpose.

“I love you,” Kenny whispers against my lips, and my eyes fly open, widening at hearing him say those words again. His are squeezed shut, as if he’s afraid to look at me. “I’m so in love with you.”

“Ken—”

“Fuck, I love you so much, Connie,” Kenneth gasps, then says, “I’m coming, fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Yes,” I hiss, wrapping my legs around him and pushing against his ass until he’s as deep as he can go. Kenneth buries his face in the crook of my neck and whimpers, and I feel his cock pulsing inside of me, flooding me with warmth. “Fill me up, baby. Fuck, yes.”

Kenneth stills, keeping his face buried in my neck, his heart beating so fast and hard against me that I’m almost afraid for him. Mine is finally calm. I feel like I’m on top of the world. Because he loves me. He actually does.

He fucking loves me.

Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19: THE SPACE BETWEEN HEARTBEATS

Kenneth breathes hard above me, his chest heaving, hands relaxing on my chest as he slows his movements down, then stops altogether. He uncurls his fingers slowly, and I watch as his eyes flutter when they connect with mine again. And then he leans in, pressing his soft lips against my skin, his warm breath tickling my neck. It makes a shiver of delight run down my spine.

“Happy birthday,” Kenneth murmurs against my ear. “Twenty-seven years of blessing everyone by existing. I hope you’ll keep blessing me, too.”

I smile widely. “You’re never this sweet in the morning.”

“Consider it your birthday present.”

My smile turns into a pout. “But I didn’t get to eat my cake this morning.”

“I bought you a cake—”

“I don’t want that cake, Ken.” I grin, palming his ass and squeezing. “I want this one.”

Kenneth laughs, his whole body shaking with it. “Maybe later. If you follow directions.”

“Oh?” I chuckle. “What’s your elaborate plan for today?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” He shrugs. “But we’re cleaning up first.”

“Fine.” I pout, but he just shakes his head with a grin.

He lifts himself up on his knees, causing me to pull out of him, and gets off the bed. A moment later, he returns with a wet rag, which he hands to me so I can clean up. I smile as he walks back into the bathroom and closes the door, sighing and closing my eyes at the feeling of my body melting into the bed. It’s been a long time since I’ve woken up to birthday sex. Now that I think about it, I don’t actually think it’s ever happened. After this, I’m going to want it every year. Damn.