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“Get the lube.”
While he retrieves the bottle from my nightstand, I lie back. As Khaos strokes himself with the lube, he takes his time looking me over like it’s the first time all over again.
“You gonna break me, Khaos?”
His eyes find mine. “I’m trying everything I can not to.”
That’s…different from before, and not at all what I was expecting. I didn’t realize he was holding himself back. He hasn’t said anything.
“You don’t have to, you know? You can…be rougher, if that’s what you want. I can handle it.”
“Is that what you want?”
“I want you to be happy.”
“I’m happy breathing the same air as you. Anything more I get to do with you is a bonus.”
I don’t dare respond, for fear of what will spill out of my mouth after that.
The lube set aside for now, Khaos rotates me onto my stomach, then stretches my arms over my head, kissing from my wrist to the top of my spine before he pulls my hips up into puppy pose.
My face mashed to the mattress, I feel his tip nestle inside my entrance and squeeze my muscles with all my might to keep him there.
Voice thick, he asks, “You want it?”
“All of it. All of you.”
Because Khaos does always take care of me, he plunges between my walls.
The vision in my open eye blurs. We only started using lube a couple days ago, and I’m wondering why we waited so long. Condoms definitely weren’t for my pleasure, but lube is. I love it.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Kota. Look how you take all of me so well. I knew you could do it. You can do anything.”
Pride swells in my chest, warm and buoyant like I’m a hot air balloon about to take flight. Having someone believe in me makes me feel like I can float. Having someone expect me to succeed is much heavier and makes me feel like I’m drowning.
Khaos begins moving, never fully pulling out as he fucks me.
“The number of times I replayed that yoga with you in my head, each one dirtier and dirtier. Did you fantasize about it, Silver? Did you fantasize about me?”
“Yes,” I admit between moans.
“Jesus. This is amazing. Did you think we’d feel this good together?”
All I manage is a nod. Honestly, I couldn’t have imagined it’d be this good, this…natural. Nothing about us makes sense, yet every feeling between us does.
A couple more of those deliciously deep thrusts, then he’s pulling out completely.
“Whyyyy?” I whine.
“Because this is a marathon and I’m just getting started.”
After gently lowering my hips, he pauses the yoga to torture me. Straddling my backside, he picks up where he left off, kissing the rest of the way down my back to my ass, biting each cheek before he licks the crack between them.
When he starts pumping two fingers inside my pussy, my hips move on their own, I swear, humping the mattress to get that extra stimulation. As the orgasm peaks, I have to bite my comforter to keep from screaming out. Our parents are too far away to hear us talking, but a scream, they’ll definitely pick up. Maybe. I never hear my mom making that kind of noise. Which I’m very, very grateful for.
“That’s one,” Khaos says before flipping me to my back again.
“No cobra?”
