43. Hades
Hades
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Despite my warning, Kennedy doesn't move, and I don't wait any longer. I get out of the shower, pick her up, and take her under the water with me.
"I don't have any other clothes."
"If that's the only problem, I'll buy you an entire shopping mall, love."
I hold her by the neck and kiss her mouth with the hunger heightened by what happened today, because my head hasn't stopped for a second thinking that if George, the driver, hadn't been able to control the car, one or both of us could have been killed.
I start to unbutton her blouse, and she doesn't tell me to stop.
"One time," she says.
"What?"
"You told me that we should make love one more time, and that if this madness between us is just desire?—”
I don't let her finish the sentence. I kiss her, my tongue taking every sweet, warm corner of her, until I leave her so weak that she needs to support herself on my forearms to keep from falling.
"Enough talking. We've done that for too long. There's still a lot to be said, but now I want you. We both missed details of what happened the one time I had you. Our memories are fuzzy and only pieced together through that video we watched, but tomorrow, when the day dawns, we will both know who we belong to, Kennedy. I will never let you forget this again.”
"How about you?"
"I never forgot that I am yours, no matter how much I thought the memories of our night together were dreams."
Kennedy
I will never be able to stop reacting to him.
The thought invades my confused brain like a bomb exploding, but this time, instead of fighting what I feel, I let all the barriers fall.
I touch his face, looking at the beautiful man here with me. After getting rid of my blouse, Hades starts to unzip my skirt, but he stops when he notices that I'm staring at him.
His hair is messier than ever, free and wild like himself. Drops of water run off his manly face, and he watches me as I run my nails lightly over his chest.
"I don't want to want you, but I can't stop myself."
"I love you, Kennedy. Forgive me, and I will never stop proving that to you for the rest of our lives."
"I don't know if I can do it, but I wanna try."
Hades
I hold her by the back of her head, and she gasps when my fingers touch her delicate neck.
I lower my face to kiss her again, and this time, I do it without rushing.
Our hearts, I'm sure, beat in unison, and our eyes never let each other go. I kiss her entire face; every piece of Kennedy is precious to me.
I turn off the shower, bend down, remove her sandals, and pull down her panties. "Get rid of the bra."
I look up, and Kennedy follows my every move, the blue gemstones brighter than ever as she slowly obeys my request.
With both hands, I spread her thighs and bury my face between them. I kiss the exact point where they meet her pussy, biting lightly on the sensitive flesh.
Kennedy moans softly and touches my hair.
"Mine." I let out the warning, like a growl, before plunging my tongue into the sweetness of her sex. My hands keep her trapped by her ass, leaving her vulnerable to my desire.
Time seems frozen as I get drunk on her taste. Kennedy is an addiction I will never want to be cured of.
Her rapid breathing evokes a sense of urgency that drives me completely crazy.
My hands slide down her lower back, squeezing her ass as I eat her, one leg now over my shoulder, torturing us both, because even when I make her come for the first time, I don't stop. It's not enough.
Kennedy wants me to fill her as much as I want to lose myself inside the hot, tight walls of her body.
After she gives me another orgasm, I finally get up and pick her up, but as I walk her to the bed, I continue taking her mouth, letting her taste on my lips how delicious she is.
I set her on her feet. I don't lay her on the bed, because I need to look at her.
I don't want her to surrender because of lust alone; I want her to be sure of what she wants.
I move away, my eyes running from her delicate feet, her thighs, her delicious pussy, her rounded hips, the womb in which my son was sheltered and where I intend to place many other babies, the breasts with pointed nipples, the neck that is already red with the mark of a bite, and finally, I arrive at the face I never forgot.
"You're all mine," I say defiantly, ready for a fight, but she turns the game on its head.
"Prove to me that’s true. Love me so hard that I will never want to leave. Fill my heart with love, drive away the hurt, and I will be yours forever, Hades."
"I'm not just going to prove it with words, Kennedy. I will do it with my body and actions, and I will never let you forget, until your last breath on Earth, that we belong to each other."
I pull her towards me by the waist.
Blushing, naked, beautiful.
I want to bite and suck every inch of her skin, hear her scream my name as I dive over and over again into her soft, warm body.
"Open your legs wide for me," I whisper in her ear.
She does as I say, and my eyes fall to the triangle of short hair between her thighs. I slide my hand towards it, and when I reach the wet flesh, I tease the clit, which is completely rigid.
I lift my other hand and brush my fingers across her breasts. She opens her lips, and I stick my tongue between them.
Without gentleness, I push two fingers all the way to the base of her tight pussy.
She moans my name loudly.
"Damn, babe!"
She sucks me in with difficulty, but she can handle everything, even though every time I pull out and push in again, I have to force my way in because she's very small.
"I'm going to fuck you so deep, love."
She rests her hand on my chest, scratches my skin. The sound of my fingers possessing her invades the room.
Kennedy moans, wanting more, begging with lustful eyes.
Her wet walls tighten around my touch.She doesn't stop rolling around on my fingers, at the same time that, without me asking, she touches my hard length, gleaming with pre-cum, and starts to slowly masturbate me.
She is committed, in love, but I know that what drives her at this moment is desire, because she looks at me as if she can't believe she is doing this.
"Squeeze harder. Touch me hard."
I close my eyes when she accepts the order, and we both moan when our caresses enter the same rhythm.
I twist a handful of her hair in my hand, tilting her head back. I make her come while she looks at me, and the connection between us is so intense it leaves me breathless.
I remove my fingers from inside her sex, move away, and suck each one.
Her pupils dilate, and she tries to touch me again, but I don't allow it.
"I want your mouth sucking me. I need to feel that tongue on my cock and balls."
Her cheeks, which were already flushed, become redder, but she nods.
I don't think she realizes she's licking her lips.
I pick her up and sit her on the edge of the bed. There's no way she could do it while kneeling, because the height difference between us is too big.
I touch her hair and, with the other hand, her cheek. I'm far enough away that my cock doesn't touch her, but the hungry way she stares at me steals my wits.
"Don't stop looking at me while I fuck your mouth."
I caress her lips with my fingertips and grab her head from behind, my other hand now keeping her face still.
"Open up to me, Kennedy."