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"Fuck,” he groans. “Kiara, you look so fucking hot, angel, coming so hard on my cock," he murmurs.
My shaking hand reaches up to his cheek again, this time to say, "Come for me, Kylian. Come for me. It’s my turn to watch you come for me."
The words flick a switch in his brain and he rams into me, two, three, four more times and then he lets go of my throat and pulls me into his arms as his entire body stiffens, like a frozen moment in time, and then jerks as he grunts out his orgasm.
"Fuck. Kiara. My sweet angel. God..." his words come out, shaky, interspersed between heavy breaths.
I breathe with him as his climax fades and his whole body shivers in my arms
My hand strokes the back of his head, damp from the shower he had before I arrived and the sweat from fucking me.
"Shhh,” I mumble, although what I really want to say is that I’ve become addicted to the way he calls my name when he comes.
We stand there, leaning against the wall for how many minutes, I don't know. But finally, when he does pull his head up, the trademark Kylian smirk isn't on his lips.
"Hey... what's wrong?" I ask, the orgasm cloud already dissipating and reality sinking in.
"Not a damn thing. But..." he runs a gentle finger along the redness of my neck. "Did I hurt you?"
I'm smiling for the first time. "Didn't you promise that you'd never hurt me again?'
“Yup. And I meant it.”
"I’m older now. If you broke a promise to me only minutes after declaring it, do you really think that I would let you get away with it?" I end it with a small wink that seems to drain the worry from him.
"Well,” he clears his throat and straightens up, “I am incredibly good in bed. I can see why you'd give up your morals to get a little bit of this." He runs his hands over his still-covered chest while sticking his tongue out and giving me an exaggerated wink.
The relief seeps into my body. This is the Kylian I know. I guess I don’t mind if he’s a little intense during sex, but he wouldn't be him if he wasn't annoying me with stupid jokes.
"What are you thinking?" he says as he pulls up his track pants and smooths my dress down, picking up my panties from the floor and tucking them into his pocket.
"Um, those are mine." I point to the lacy hem still poking out of his pocket. "Why did you put them in your pocket?"
He waves my question away, and instead replies with, "I asked you what you were thinking?"
"You ignored my question!"
"Er, excuse me, you ignored my question first!”
My face rearranges itself into a scowl. "Well, I've forgotten what your question was now. So, while I try to remember, why don't you answer my question first?"
"No problem. My question was ‘what are you thinking?’"
"Okay, well, technically you just asked it again and so my question now came before yours. You answer and then I'll answer."
"Well,"— he pulls my panties out of his pocket and tucks it under his chin and adopts a thinker pose— "I can't say I remember what your question was about now. While I think about it, you should answer my question."
"Well, now I’ve forgotten agai—” I can't even finish the sentence because we both lose our battle with laughter and let out loud hoots and snorts.
As soon as Kylian manages to take a breath, he yells, "Kiki, you are so fucking stubborn!"
I gasp, both for breath and in indignation. "Me?! Your middle name is ‘Stubborn’!"
His mouth drops in shock. "Excuuuuse me? I can't believe you don't know my middle name!"
My hands brace on my waist. "Excuuuuse me. I just told you what it is."
"No, my real, non-insulting, middle name."
