Chapter 37 #2
It takes a bit of maneuvering, but eventually, we position ourselves on the back seat in a way that’s mostly comfortable.
“You’re a sticky mess,” he teases, running one finger between my sprinkle-covered breasts before gently squeezing my throat.
“You could make me messier?”
I ache to be covered in him. Marked in every way possible.
“No. This is our first time, baby. I’m going to fuck you fast and hard, then fill you up and claim you from the inside out.”
At the image he creates with his dirty words, I practically combust. Every filthy thing that comes from this man’s mouth, every damn time, threatens to do me in.
“Ready?”
Nodding, I tilt my hips, chasing the tip of him that’s so close but nowhere near where I want it.
“And you’re sure?” He blows out a slow breath and swallows hard as he scans my body and homes in on where we’re nearly connected.
Consent. Concern. The utmost care.
But also directness. Demands. Dominance I’ve come to crave in a dynamic I’ve never even considered until him.
Kylian gives me so much.
In return, I want to give him all of me.
“So sure.”
He cradles my neck and rounds his shoulders, angling over me so our foreheads are practically touching but avoiding all contact with my ice cream–coated torso. Then he glides his cock into me in a torturously slow, drawn-out claiming.
His mouth falls open as he works himself to the hilt.
“Perfection,” he whispers, kissing me sweetly once he’s fully seated inside me. “God, you’re fucking perfection.”
On the pull-out, he groans and holds himself above me. His glasses dangle precariously off his face as he peers down, his focus completely transfixed on the place our bodies come together.
“Fuck, baby. How do you feel so good? Nothing has ever been this perfect. Statistically speaking, there’s—”
“Kylian.”
His eyes dart up to meet mine, blinking in confusion.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. “No stats. Just us. I need to really feel you before I go out of my mind.”
With one final blink, the toggle flips in his brain. The puzzlement in his expression melts into a feral desire. Switching gears, he pulls back, but not all the way out, scanning me from my face to where he’s buried inside me.
“I’m not going to last two minutes fucking this perfect pussy. I need you to come on my dick before I fill you up, though.”
With his eyes set on mine, he spits. He spits, and it lands right on my clit, making my walls spasm around the length of his cock.
“So fucking responsive,” he murmurs, his fingertips spreading the lips of my pussy. His thumb finds my spit-covered clit, and he rubs it with a fervor so focused, there’s no stopping him. He needs me to come.
First. Hard. Now.
“Give me what I want, baby,” he grits out, pushing his cock into my cunt with slow, measured breaths as he works my clit, sending tingles arcing through my core.
I clench around his dick, the reaction involuntary as he plays my body like an instrument.
Heat builds, from a small flame to an inferno licking up my stomach and chest. Arousal surges, soaking his cock as he builds me up higher and higher.
I can feel every micro-movement he makes, my body and soul so perfectly tuned to his presence. I live for him. I breathe for him. I want to be such a good girl for him.
“Come, Jo. Now.”
He thrusts all the way in, his cock fully seated with his hand trapped between our bodies. The pressure is exquisite—an unyielding force that demands my full attention.
My thighs clench up as pin pricks spark in my toes.
“Kylian,” I pant, heat rising in my cheeks as my body is engulfed in the blaze of my impending release.
Above me, he’s completely transfixed, gazing down in reverence like the universe begins and ends in this moment.
And when the first pulse of pleasure crests like the ocean crashing on the shore, a supernova erupts between us.
I cry out with each wave. They build in intensity, every crescendo higher than the last as he relentlessly pounds into my pussy and rubs my clit.
“Mine,” Kylian grunts, his rhythm faltering. “Keep going, baby. Milk me, take it all, and give me everything you’ve got,” he demands as slickness gushes between us.
He sweeps a hand through where our bodies come together and brings it to my mouth.
“Open,” he murmurs, his eyes ablaze as he feeds me our combined release mixed with a hint of vanilla.
Groaning, I lick his fingers clean, letting a hazy, dreamy satisfaction settle in my bones.
“Such a good. Fucking. Girl.” He punctuates the last three words with kisses, easing out of me and blowing out a long breath as he sits back on his heels.
“Come back,” I whimper, reaching out. I miss the weight of him above me already.
Smirking, he eyes my sticky chest and torso, then sits back against the seat and scoops me up, being sure to keep an arm behind my back and one under my knees. The man has absolutely no problem with any and all bodily fluids, even if sprinkles are still a hard no.
But he compromised. He played my game. He was willing to adapt and be flexible.
“That was everything,” he murmurs, running his nose along mine as he cradles me in his lap. “Everything, Jo. More than I could have imagined, in one perfect moment I’ll never forget.”
I hum, nuzzling against the lean, taut muscles of his chest. “Makes me wonder why we didn’t do it sooner,” I tease. Careful not to transfer any of the sticky ice cream onto his body, I kiss his sternum.
Two fingers catch my chin and tilt my head up. When I blink, I’m met with his intense, fanatical, singularly focused stare.
“I had to be sure, baby.”
Anxiety rushes my body, and my limbs go rigid.
“You doubted me?” I hedge, unease creeping up my neck.
“No. Never.” He kisses me quickly and smooths one hand over my back.
“I had to be sure you were okay. And I had to be sure I could manage the inevitable fixation sex with you would inspire. This is it for me, Jo. You’re it for me.
I knew the second you let me in that I was done.
There’ll never be anyone else. There’ll never be anything else I want or need. ”
Then, after a breath: “Is that okay?”
I cuddle closer, tears pricking behind my eyes as I bask in his resolve and adoration.
“More than okay, Kyl. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to be yours. Completely. Forever.”