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I barely had time to register it before he was deep in me. I cried out and clenched the sheets of my bed. His face turned dark in concentration, and he began to pound into me, his muscles flexing all over his naked body. I wanted to watch him as he entered me, to experience his power visually as he fucked me. But soon my eyes were rolling back in my head, and the intensity of an incredible orgasm was building.
My head dropped back as I propped myself on my elbows, and my hair brushed the bed and made a slight scratching sound with every thrust. I covered it with the bellows of my own ecstasy. The tension wound tight, and I opened my eyes. I wanted to see him as I came. I wanted to worship him with my eyes while he satisfied my body.
My pussy throbbed as the climax took control. He pounded into me harder, faster, bringing me to the peak of madness and then holding himself there, letting me enjoy the fullness of him inside me. It was earth-shattering and mind-altering. But it was just the first. There were more to come.
Soon we were both completely naked, rolling around on the bed and eagerly trying every position that came to mind. Never before had I laughed so much, cried out so much, all in one experience. Finally, sweat streaming down our bodies, and my mind not knowing if it could handle anymore. I rode him, his back against the bedrest and his hands filling with my ass.
Our eyes were locked in together. My breath was hitching with anticipation, with exhaustion, with euphoria. His jaw locked tight. A grumble grew in his chest, and his hands clenched around my waist, thrusting me down over him as he exploded deep inside me. I came with him, waves and waves of a final, explosive climax to match his. His mouth pressed into my chest between my breasts, he emptied himself in me, and we collapsed to the side, our bodies intertwined until we both fell into an exhausted, satisfied sleep.
29
Kane
The sound of the front door opening and shutting woke both of us up from a dead sleep. We looked at each other, and I tried to gauge if I needed to try and sneak out or not. It wasn’t like Danica wasn’t an adult or something. Jaz was her younger sister, for heaven’s sake, and this was Danica’s home. But still, it was awkward, and we both went from wide eyes to silently laughing as we heard her pad across the living room and into her own room.
“What time is it?” Danica asked.
“Eight, it looks like.”
“Are you gauging the time from the sun?” Danica asked, glancing at the window where sunshine was beginning to fill the room.
“No,” I said. “You have a tiny clock over there in the corner, but it’s turned mostly away from me.”
“Oh.” She laughed and sat up, holding the sheets to her chest, and looked more closely at the clock. “Yes, just after eight. Jaz is up and about early today.”
“She sleeps in a lot?” I asked.
“Only since she got pregnant,” Danica said. “She used to get up at like four for dance.”
“Ahh,” I said, settling back with her head in the crook of my arm. I kissed the top of her head. “Are you hungry? I want to make you guys breakfast.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she said. “Isn’t that my job as host anyway?”
“Nonsense,” I said. “I stayed with you. That means I owe you.”
She nuzzled close and held her lips up to mine for a kiss.
“After last night, you don’t owe me anything. But I won’t argue anymore if you want to cook.”
“Good. You have everything I’d need to make pancakes?”
“I should,” she said. “If Jaz didn’t eat all the eggs.”
“I’ll check. Worst case, I’ll run out and get some,” I said.
“You don’t have to,” she began.
“I want to,” I said. “Shh. It’s fine.”
I smiled, and Danica grinned, pulling the sheets up over her shoulders.
“I have a bathrobe over there if you want to put it on,” she said as I gathered up my shirt and pants.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I have a duffel in the car. I can go get it.”
“Presumptive,” Danica teased.
I laughed. “I always have a duffel in the car with a change of clothes. For the gym.”
“Of course,” Danica said, sighing. “That makes sense.”
I winked and put on the shirt, not bothering to button it, and the slacks. As I stepped out of her door, I made eye contact with Jaz, who happened to be in the doorway of her room.
“Oh, hi,” I said. “You must be Jaz.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jaz said, her eyes wide as she looked me up and down. “I mean, yes. Jaz. Hi. I’ll be in my room.”
