Chapter 44
Chapter Forty-Four
Mila
Kash looks so hopeful, kneeling on our bed in front of me.
I’ve never had the opportunity to be very adventurous in bed with a partner, but I like it better this way.
None of the guys I was with before him really cared about me, and I trust Kash way more than I could have ever pretended to trust one of them.
“Enough to let you use that on me. Besides”—I lean back on my elbows—“didn’t I promise you anything you want?”
I’m not afraid of Kash. I’ve made peace that he’s it for me.
Initially, I wasn’t sure because he was so much all at once, but I can’t imagine feeling this way about anyone else.
Whether or not I’m with him, I know that I’m safe and cared for.
Kash would never cheat or wander. No matter how much he tries, I know he still carries the scars of losing his dad and mom all at once. One was by choice; the other was not.
Kash’s nostrils flare as he leans over me, tugging my pants slowly down my legs, leaving me in my bra and panties. I wore the yellow set on purpose. It was an impulse buy when I was browsing things online, but he calls me Sunshine, so what better color than yellow?
“You won’t be needing those, or these.” His fingers hook into the sides of my underwear, slowly dragging them down my legs.
His rough hands have me squirming beneath him.
I part my legs as Kash crawls over me, letting him settle.
I can feel his hard length against my core.
Even through his boxers, I have no doubt he can feel how wet I am.
Leaning down, Kash looks me directly in the eyes. “Do you remember your word?”
Staring back at him, I smile. “Brownies.”
“Good. If it gets to be too much, let me know.” He seals his mouth over mine.
My hands immediately go into his hair, clutching the strands while I fuse my lips against his mouth. I can feel Kash’s moans as our tongues are tangled, tasting each other. Goosebumps break out across my skin, heat flooding my veins. My body demands more.
Every part of me feels hot. Kash slides his hand around my throat, applying just enough pressure to remind me he’s in charge. Nipping my bottom lip, he pulls back. “Lean up, baby.”
Following his instructions, I move and allow him to fix the tie around my eyes. He gently knots it at the back, then tugs on it to make sure it stays in place. “Can you see me?” he asks while moving a bit. I can sense his motion but can’t see him at all.
“Nope.”
“Good.” Kash’s hand reaches around behind me, unclasping my bra, then pulling the straps over my arms. Completely naked, I try not to panic. I’m aware Kash won’t hurt me, but the idea of not knowing what’s coming next is thrilling. I’m completely at his mercy.
“You look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, running a fingertip from my neck, down to my chest, then further down my body. “I can touch you anywhere I like, right, Mila?”
Nodding my head, I arch my body into his touch. I crave him in a way I didn’t know was possible.
“I want your words. Tell me I can touch you how I want. Tell me that I can do what I want to this body.”
“Yes,” I moan as he slides his hand down my pussy. My arousal coats the inside of my thighs, and I’d almost be embarrassed, but he brings out this different side of me. “Whatever you want.”
“That’s a dangerous offer, Mila,” he murmurs. “I want a lot of things from you.”
“Take them. All of them. Please.” My fingers are clenched in the sheets, and he’s barely touched me. I’ve been waiting all evening for this. I need it just as much as he does.
“Careful what you wish for.” When he slides his fingers into my body, I jolt at the intrusion. I lift my hips, pressing against him, silently telling him I need more.
Kash hums as he grazes his thumb against my clit, praising me as he strokes my body. “You feel so good gripping my fingers.” He moves faster against my clit, making me squirm.
“You do so well for me,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking perfect for me, Mila.” Kash drops between my legs, sweeping his tongue up my slit. He takes one long pass with his tongue, then pulls my clit into his mouth, tugging. More wetness gushes from me, coating my thighs and his face.
Reaching out for him, I blindly feel around.
His soft hair rests loosely, so I seize the opportunity to push my body further into him.
Kash reaches up with his free hand, grabbing the hand that I have holding his head in place.
Prying my fingers away, he glides his hand up my stomach until he reaches my chest.
It’s sensation overload. Pressure is building but I’m not ready to come yet. I don’t want it to be over. I can hear the wet sounds of my pussy as Kash eats me with vigor, one hand inside of me, the other teasing my breasts.
And then all at once, he’s gone.
“Kash!” I whine.
“Don’t cry, Sweetheart. I’ll take such good care of you,” he murmurs close to my ear. Turning my head toward the sound of his voice, I tilt my lips toward his. I don’t care that I’ll taste myself; I just want him.
“Please don’t tease me.”
“I thought you said I could do what I wanted,” he whispers against my lips before sealing his over them. Tilting my body, I lean into him. His skin is hot to the touch, and so smooth. I swear I can almost feel the lines on his tattoos as I run my hands across his body.
“Patience, Mila. Good girls get rewarded.”
“I need you, Kash. Please.”
“You beg so nicely,” he hums in approval. “Let’s see how you do with this.”
I don’t have time to ask what he means because I hear the buzz before I feel it.
“I did a little bit of shopping the other night. It’s amazing what you can get with expedited shipping,” Kash whispers, dragging a vibrator down my chest. He’s nestled back between my legs, leaving tingles over my skin everywhere he touches.
Kash presses the vibrator against my clit, causing me to moan as sensation courses through my body. It sends shock waves through me, heating my body more.
“I dreamt of you like this.” He kisses my pussy, pressing it down firmer.
“I dreamt of turning you into a crying, writhing mess. My mess.” Kash holds the vibrator against my sensitive skin, making me cry out, arching my body into it.
It doesn’t feel as good as Kash, but I’m getting closer to coming again.
Pleasure floods through me as my orgasm starts to build a second time.
“Do you want to come, Mila?”
“Yes. Please. God,” I rush out.
“Okay, Sweetheart.”
I feel his body move away, but before I can say anything, Kash slams into me. I come apart and scream as my release floods out. Between the vibrations and being stuffed full of Kash, it’s almost too much. He’s keeping the vibrator pushed down on my clit, the sensations pulsing against my body.
“Fuck, Mila,” Kash groans. “Your pussy just sucks me right in. I love the way you respond to me. The way your body lights up every fucking time I touch it. It’s perfection.”
“It’s too much.” I try to push it away, but Kash grabs my hands.
“Nuh-uh,” he tuts. “You said whatever I wanted. That was the deal, Mila. Now, you’re going to come again. This sweet little pussy is squeezing my cock, dying to soak it. I know you’re close.”
He rotates his hips, driving in deeper. I can’t even make a coherent thought let alone a sound right now. His thrusts are slow and shallow as he holds the vibrator over me. “You take me so nicely, Mila. So tight around my cock, so warm, so mine.”
Pulling out, Kash flips me over to my stomach, then yanks me up on my knees.
I’m basically a puppet for him to move as he sees fit.
Driving back inside, I yell as he squeezes my ass tightly.
“I love those sounds you make for me.” Slapping my left cheek then the right, he groans, “I want more. Can you give me more?”
Each thrust from him is sending me into the mattress. I don’t know how much more I can give him. I can’t even remember what my word to stop is supposed to be. Not that I’d be dumb enough to use it. There’s no way I would ever throw in the towel when it comes to Kash.
“Yes,” I cry out, gripping the sheets.
“Relax for me.” Kash pulls out, ignoring my whimper, quickly shoving his fingers inside. “That’s right, suck my fingers in. Make them nice and wet.”
He moves his fingers in and out of me, curling them around.
I have no idea where the vibrator went, but I don’t need it anyway.
My second orgasm is quickly building, heat creeping up my spine.
Kash drags his finger against the little bundle of nerves, and I explode.
My release runs down my thighs and his hand as the pleasure hits me hard.
“No more. Please,” I cry. It’s almost impossible to get the words out with the way my chest heaves into the mattress.
Kash leans over my body, his lips grazing my ear. “Quitting so soon? You know your word. Just say it and I’ll stop, but if you don’t, I’m going to fuck this ass.” He runs his hand across my skin, collecting some of my release to tease my back entrance with his finger.
Moaning into the sheets, I consider it briefly. I’ve never done anal before, and Kash is not small.
“You’re joking.” I huff a laugh into the bed, stretching my arms above my head.
Kash nips at my neck, scattering kisses down my shoulder.
“No, Mila. Have you ever had someone back here before?” He toys with the area, circling around it, then dipping his finger into the rim.
I push back into him, wanting more. The stretch isn’t bad, but I know it’s just a finger.
His dick is a completely different matter.
“No,” I admit. “Will it hurt?”
Pressing his finger the rest of the way in, I let out a hiss. It feels foreign and full, but not necessarily bad. “I would never hurt you. Ever. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
“I want you, Kash. I want this with you.”