65. Kendall #2
He slides his teeth over my clit and it’s enough to rip a strangled keening cry from my throat.
“Please, Ken, let me see you. All of you. Let me own your pleasure. I want to watch you unravel. Let me see this beautiful perfect body that gave us our son.” His voice is rough, hoarse, pleading.
He kisses my thighs, kneading them with his hands, his mouth dangerously close to where I need him most. Then he glances up at me, his dark eyes burning into mine before he tugs my underwear to the side and brushes his lips to my sex.
All my fears, doubts, and insecurities float away on a cloud of lust.
“Please.” That’s all it takes. One word and his long capable tongue against my throbbing bundle of nerves. My desire for him explodes like a supernova. I move backwards onto the bed and drag his body on top of mine. My hand moves down to trace his chiseled abs and back into his boxers.
“Kai, why are you still wearing these?” I ask, yanking the thin material down his legs.
“I have no idea,” he replies, unceremoniously shucking them off and over the side of the bed.
Though he takes sweet, torturous time removing mine.
Our mouths collide again with feverish, hungry kisses.
He moves his mouth to my breast, careful to give each one the amount of attention it deserves.
His tongue is slow and languid as it caresses my nipple.
“Kai,” I whimper. “Please,” I beg. I’m so close to the edge. I don’t want this to end before it even begins.
“Patience, Ken,” he says. He moves his hand down my chest and torso, over my abdomen, past my scar.
He drags his fingers back and forth through my slick wet folds at an excruciatingly lazy pace.
It’s devastating, exquisite, torturous bliss.
I bite my bottom lip to keep myself from shamelessly begging again.
I think I might die in anticipation of his cock.
What a way to fucking go. I bring my hand over his, urging him to go deeper and gasp as he slips two fingers inside me.
God yes. The ache at the apex of my thighs has been temporarily sated.
But not for long. Because I know no matter how deliciously full of him I am, it’s nothing compared to having all of him.
His tongue slips into my mouth, gliding against mine while I moan into his.
His fingers pulse deep and slow, coaxing, taunting, tempting my arousal.
His forehead is against mine, slick with a sheen of sweat when I hear him say, “I think we need a condom.” It’s strangled and gravelly. He’s unraveling before me, this tightly wound, intensely focused man who almost never loses control, is coming undone because of me. I fucking love it.
“Mhm,” I say. “I think you’re right.” Then he shifts off of the bed and I hear a drawer open and the distinct tearing of a foil wrapper.
In a matter of seconds, his body is propped above mine, Kai resting on his forearms. I take the time to trace his tattoos with my fingers, running my hands down his carved biceps and roped muscles.
I want to live forever in these moments with him.
I want to freeze time, memorize him exactly like this.
His sharply defined jaw, the slope of his nose, the searing passion in his raven eyes and every rugged plane of his body.
He kisses me again as he nudges my entrance with his hard length.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant. He inches inside me slowly and I gasp again, partially from disbelief and partially from discomfort. He’s thick and solid and incredibly huge. I forgot about the sheer size of him somehow.
And this is the exact moment I’ve been dreaming about for months, years maybe. I’ve fantasized about this alone in my bed with helpless, impossible want, the kind that could only be satisfied by him.
“Ken,” he groans, “You’re so fucking tight, baby.” I shift slightly, trying to make space for him but I’m positive there is none. He tries to thrust but I know he can feel my body tensing up.
How the hell is he going to fit? He’s probably not even halfway in.
“What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” he asks concerned.
“I think I just forgot what it’s like to accommodate all of you,” I admit sheepishly.
“Okay, what do you need me to do?”
“Just go slow, talk me through it. Please don’t stop.”
“I’m gonna push in a little deeper and I need you to take a deep breath.
Try and make some room for me,” he instructs.
I do as he says, trying to relax my muscles.
He does this a few more times, each time sinking further into me while I breathe deeply and spread my hips wider.
What was once pain is now glorious, unrivaled pleasure.
“That’s it, Ken. You’re doing so good,” he breathes into my temple.
I moan as he buries his cock inside me all the way to the hilt, clawing his shoulders.
My hands traverse his traps and slide down his back.
I don’t even recognize the sounds I'm making. They’re animalistic and raw.
The praise, the fit, the feel of him is too much.
My senses are overwhelmed, my nerves frayed and I still want him closer.
My legs are hitched around his waist, my feet crossed at his back, my hips rising again and again to meet him, to chase this all-consuming high.
I want to somehow bring him deeper but there’s absolutely nowhere else to go.
I consider, insensibly, asking him to remove the condom before remembering that was what landed us in this whole mess in the first place.
“Kai, I want you to fuck me like we used to, like I’m yours. Because I am…if you want me to be. I’m all in. Every part of me belongs to you,” I tell him. And it’s too late, the words are out there, tumbling out of my mouth before I can take them back.
“I do want that,” he decides, thrusting inside me. Slow. Methodical. Heavenly.
“And are you mine?” I almost choke on the words. I coil one hand around his shoulder and bring my other palm to his stunning face.
“Kendall, I have always been yours and you have always been mine. We have always belonged to each other even when we didn’t and time, distance, past indiscretions, the pain we’ve been through won’t change that. I love you. I never stopped loving you and I never will,” he promises.
A silent tear rolls down my face at the implication of his words. Our love has survived even after all we’ve been through.
“I love you so much, Kai. I’ve never stopped loving you, not for a second.” I say breathlessly.
“Say it again,” is his only response. His mouth is on my neck and I can feel all of him in every cell of my body. In the recesses of my heart, the expansiveness of my soul.
“Say what, that I love you?” I ask as he presses delicate kisses along the column of my throat.
“That you’re mine,” he whispers.
“I’m yours. Forever.” Apparently, these words, these admissions, these promises are the last things holding us back.
The limit of his restraint and mine has finally been reached.
He rocks into me furiously, my thighs entwined around his waist. There’s nothing better than this, I’m sure of it.
This isn’t just sex. This is the joining of our souls, the repairing of our hearts.
It’s unclear where he starts and I begin, the boundary undefinable.
This is heaven on earth. And I’m reminded again that those pearly white gates, eternal peace, endless bliss, and enduring calm don’t belong to a place.
They belong to people. To us. This. These sacred ancient feelings and perfect togetherness.
Our bodies fitting together like lock and key.
His head is nestled into my neck, his arms curled around my shoulders, pulling and tugging like I could anchor him. I’m sure there will be marks from his fingers there tomorrow. Good. He will have claw marks down his back to match.
“Harder,” I beg. “Please, Kai.”
He whispers sweet praise and unintelligible somethings into my skin while he slides home over and over, satisfying my every wish.
He intertwines my hands with his above my head.
He’s filling me up, hollowing me out, creating infinitesimal space for himself with every thrust of his cock.
Pushing me to the point of what my body can handle with every snap of his hips.
He is quite literally stretching me to my limits.
God, how I want to be limitless for him.
I feel the orgasm start to build deep in my core and he’s right there with me quickening his pace.
Our lovemaking gets sloppy and hurried as we crest the edge of sweet blinding euphoria together.
He grips my ass, angling it upwards and pushing impossibly deeper inside me.
Then he hits that spot at just the right angle and I cry out in ecstasy.
We’re drowning in desire, in each other, freefalling together.
“Kai,” I whimper as tears slide down my face. “I love you,” I whisper almost imperceptibly. But Kai hears it. I’m in shock that we made it here after all we’ve endured.
We’re us again. Us still. Us always.
“I love you,” he says after kissing my forehead and again after he kisses my cheek.
“God, I missed saying that to you,” he admits.
He repeats it over and over until it’s the only thing I hear.
Until it’s imprinted in my skin and embedded in my heart.
I love you as he smiles against my mouth and slips out of me.
As soon as he does, I miss him. I want to tell him that I already feel empty without him.
I love you I love you I love you as he burrows in next to me, pulling me tight to his chest.
He wanted to own my pleasure and he had, wringing out every last drop. I vow right then and there that it will never belong to anyone else ever again.