91. Kai
Kai
She starts running the bath and then comes back to my room to retrieve me. I lean on her, letting her guide me to the master bathroom, trying to keep most of my weight off my bad leg.
The steam settles around us like fog. She removes her shirt first, my mouth watering. Then she slides her bra off and shimmies her pants down her legs. God, she’s so fucking beautiful. How could I have been stupid enough to let her go?
“Come on, handsome, let’s get you in first.” She carefully slides my boxers down and puts them to the side.
Then she helps me sit down in the massive jacuzzi tub; the jets that are running have created a steady stream of bubbles.
Her gorgeous hourglass shape disappears underneath the water as she makes her way toward me.
Her lips are on my forehead, my cheek, my jaw.
My skin is on fire with heat and tension.
“Please, let me love you, Kai. Let me take care of you,” she murmurs. I nod because that’s all I can do. She’s here and she’s naked and she still loves me. And maybe—just maybe—I could survive this, as long as I have her and her love to sustain me.
Her hands move slowly and gently along my shoulders, massaging my tight, weary muscles. Wherever her fingers go, her mouth follows. My traps, my upper arms, my chest. She caresses me with soft featherlight kisses, each time whispering “I love you.”
It doesn’t take long before my cock is aching for more of her, her touch, her heat.
Her everything. She knows, she can feel the shift.
Her hands inch down, sliding over my abs before grazing my pubic bone.
Her fingernails lightly scratch my skin and I know I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her.
On a cellular fucking level. The air feels carnal, electric. Like anything could happen.
“Tell me what you need, Kai. Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you,” she rasps.
“You. I only need you, Ken.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, your leg.” She sounds worried.
“It’s okay. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” Even though I wouldn’t, I’d rather die before telling her to stop.
She moves slowly, her legs straddling my hips. She’s holding the base of my shaft with one hand and positioning me at her entrance, her swollen clit pushing against my tip. She rocks her hips against me, and my head falls back against the tub.
“Goddamn, Ken,” I growl.
“Is this okay?” she asks tentatively. She wants to be cautious, but I don’t need caution. I need to fucking ruin her. I want to destroy her and make her whole at the same time.
“God yes,” I say, moving my mouth to hers. Her tongue slides over mine like silk and she whimpers while she chases this friction we both desperately need.
“More Kai, I need more of you,” she breathes.
“Me too.” She places her palms on my shoulders while she lowers herself onto me. Her delicious heat swallows me inch by paralyzing inch until I’m entirely sheathed inside her and I swear I could die like this.
“Fuck, it’s so good, too good.” Good is too small a word to describe this. Us.
It’s sweet sin. Violent, torturous delight. A beautiful fucking surrender. She looks down to where our bodies are joined.
“I can’t move. I just want to savor this,” she whispers.
“What?” I ask, pressing my lips to her neck.
“This, us. Being this close to you again and so fucking full of you.”
Fuck.
I bring my mouth to her nipple, circling it with my tongue and tugging it between my teeth. I suck harder and let it go with a loud popping noise before I move to the other one.
“Jesus, Kai,” she says, tipping her head back while I continue worshipping her body. She starts moving, unable to hold back.
Her arms are around my neck now, grasping me tightly while she sets a slow, euphoric pace.
She rises up and then slides back down my cock again and again.
I let her have all the control, take exactly what she needs.
And she gives me everything in return. She peppers kisses along my neck, her mouth suckling, her teeth nipping while her tits bounce wildly in my face.
I graze her ear with my mouth, whispering praise and sweet affection.
“I love you so much, Kendall. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.”
Thrust.
“I’m sorry too for everything.”
Thrust.
“Please come back to me,” I beg.
Thrust.
“I never left.”
I feel white hot pleasure coiling tight at the base of my spine.
I bring my hands from her breasts to her hips, needing to feel all of her around me.
Needing to hold on to something before I’m launched into the stratosphere.
The love I have for this woman is breaking me apart and putting me back together at the same time.
One arm snakes around her torso, molding her to me, pressing her chest against mine while I push up into her, as deep as I possibly can.
I’m determined to hit that angle that makes us both frantic and delirious with pleasure.
And holy fuck, it’s a miracle when I do.
I pump into her harder, the air filled with lust, the only sounds the wet slap of bodies, her breathy moans and my feral fucking growls.
My knee would be screaming soon and I would pay for it later, but I don’t care.
“Kai, I’m so fucking close,” she cries, her legs locking tighter around me.
Our pace turns brutal, her hips lifting and slamming back down on my cock.
Again and again. She pulls on my hair while she digs her nails into my shoulder.
My tongue moves against hers, her teeth snag on my bottom lip.
Rough and greedy. Then I feel her walls shake around me, pulsing and squeezing until my eyes roll back in my head.
She quivers with ecstasy. At the same time, my balls grow heavy and my release barrels through me.
I feel it, her in my veins, my blood, my breath, my heart.
In the shadowed depths of my anguished fucking soul.
She’s everywhere. She’s everything. I’m a part of her and she’s a part of me and there is no distinction between us.
I swear we break a hole through time and space while the universe folds in on itself.
I come inside of her while she dissolves around me and we sink into the aftershocks of our orgasms together.
She melts in my arms like warm honey.
Home.
“Home, you feel like home to me, Ken. You are home to me. And I’m so sorry I let myself forget that,” I whisper, kissing her forehead.
“You’re home to me too, Kai.”