Chapter 28
chapter twenty-eight
Kai
My hands shake a little as I reach up to hook her legs over my hips, as I line up at her entrance and prepare to take what I've wanted since the day she walked into my life, if I'm being honest. But though they shake, she doesn't mock me for it.
I know she feels it—she's just too distracted to mention it.
For the first time in a long time, I'm nervous about sex.
Not because I'm worried it won't be good enough, but because of what it means this time.
I've never wanted anyone like I want Denali, my little kara, my lovely assistant who I have no business wanting.
And I don't know what that means for our future together, just that it makes things complicated.
Right now, all I want is her. To be in her, to take her soaring with me. To watch her as she falls apart.
"Are you sure you want this?" I ask her one last time, because once I shift my hips, there's no going back.
"Yes," comes her whispered reply, and then she's shifting her hips so that I slide in on a groan that feels like it comes from both of us at once.
Being inside her is like nothing I could have ever imagined. She's so tight, so hot, it's like the gentlest yet firmest grip I've ever had on my cock all at once. We fit together like a glove and a hand, and fuck, I haven't even started moving yet.
I'm not going to last long at this rate.
"What are you doing?" she asks quietly, probably unsure of herself as I am of me. "Kai?"
"Just—fuck, just taking a minute to appreciate you," I huff out, hoping she doesn't see through my lie. "Gotta catch my breath."
"Roll over," she says suddenly, her eyes shining with something hot, feral. "On your back."
I'm not in the mood to deny her a thing, so I do, and she comes with me, her hips glued to mine in a way that feels obscene. "Now what?"
She undulates her body above me, and fuck, with moves like that, she'd put most idols to shame. Her hips rise and fall, and my cock glides in and out of her as she moves, the whole thing like a dance we've done together a million times. Except we never have.
"Fuck, kara, just like that," I plead, hands on her hips as she rides me like I'm the prize pony in her stable. "Shit, I—"
If she wants my attention focused solely on giving her the best sex of her life, then that's what I'll do.
I clear my mind like I'm at a meditation session and groan as I get to work—hard, but not impossible, while I'm underneath her.
My hips flex, meeting her stroke for stroke, bounce for bounce, but it's not enough. I want more. Need more.
"Roll with me," I say with a gasp, already in motion as she bites her lip and nods, letting me put her under me.
Before she can catch up with herself, I'm pounding into her like my life depends on it, like I'm desperate to know what seeing God feels like, and her pussy is the only path to get there. "Fuck, so wet for me, Denali," I breathe, gritting my teeth as she moans my name and arches her back against me. She’s so tight I’m practically losing it every time I thrust into her. It’s amazing and beautiful and intense and every little sound she makes has me catching my breath, fighting not to come.
I want this to last. I want to fuck her until noon swings around and I can see the sunlight on her face through the curtains. I wanna spend the afternoon cooking for her, even though I’m terrible at it—maybe I can watch a video online and stumble through it.
Or maybe pigs will fly, as my brother likes to say.
I pull out of her, and her moan of disappointment is so cute I almost wanna drive myself back into her to make her happy again. But I hold off for a moment, long enough to move to the edge of the bed and tug her along with me by the ankles.
She’s all too eager to comply, which makes me happier than she could ever imagine.
Because I’m about to rock her world, and mine. “Spread your legs for me,” I tell her, hoping that sounds as sexy as I think it does.
“Okay,” she murmurs, her knees falling apart. I can see the shine of her arousal on her pussy. “What now?”
I have the sudden urge to taste her, but I’m so hard I could cut diamonds with my dick. And she looks like she’s not going to last much longer, at any rate. Her breathing is ragged, just like mine.
I like her like this, though. Denali looks different in the throes of passion from how she does when she's standing above you, barking orders and demanding you move your ass.
They're both hot, but this is the hottest—her fuck-me face. Her heels rest on the edge of the bed, her toes curling in the air, knees shaking in anticipation as her eyes bore into my soul. I can’t wait a second longer.
I want to be inside her so badly it hurts.
She watches me like a hawk as I step between her legs and tug her down a little more.
The gasp of shock and the pretty ‘oh!’ that leaves her lips when I throw her ankles on each of my shoulders is such a contrast to what I imagined she'd sound like. I line my cock up and hesitate, just a second, just long enough for her to tell me if she doesn’t want this.
Long enough to back out and kill me from the inside out.
“Please,” she whimpers, and in the next heartbeat, I’m inside her, feeling like my cock is about to be squeezed right off my body.
In this angle, she’s like a vicegrip, and I’m dying a sweet death just trying to breathe through the sensations. “Fuck,” I swear, my hips snapping against her ass, the back of her thighs pressed against my stomach and chest. “So tight.”
“Mmm, yes, just like that,” she moans as her eyes roll into the back of her head. I’m so close to coming I can barely breathe.
I lean over her, folding her like a fucking lawn chair, and now I’m deeper inside her than a submarine in the ocean.
With every thrust, I’m reaching a new high, and she’s like a drug I could see myself willingly becoming addicted to.
This can’t be a one-time deal. I need more of her, so much more.
But there’s time to discuss the finer details later.
Denali isn't going anywhere. She's contracted.
She's staying in my apartment most days.
And I'm not about to let her run away from me now that I've had a taste of her.
My balls tighten, my whole body on the offensive, and I know she’s not quite there yet. I want her there. I want her at the edge. I want her to come with me. So I bring a hand down to her tits and toy with a nipple, watching her face for signs that she’s getting closer. That she’s enjoying this.
Gods, I hope she’s enjoying this. If not, she puts on a damn good act.
I groan as the sensation, the need to come, nearly overwhelms me. Her eyes are on me, on us, watching my cock slide in and out of her, and that sends me over the edge like nothing has before. My head falls back, and the groan of completion that leaves me is nearly inhuman.
It’s like an animal has possessed me.
“Keep going,” she pleads, arching her back as she reaches down between her own legs and those pretty, manicured fingers find her clit while I watch. Gods, if I weren’t still hard, I’d be hard at the sight. “Please, Kai, I’m so close.”
I’ll hear that plea, that promise, in my dreams, if I ever have any again.
I keep thrusting like my life depends on it, overstimulated to the max, the sensations almost painful. But it’s worth it to see the bliss on her face as she finally tips over the edge, her whole body shaking with release.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
"Kai."
Lips parted, she pants out my name, along with a few choice curses, and her hands fall to her sides. I’m afraid to move, but I know her legs must be tired, so I lower them from my shoulders slowly, bringing them to rest at my hips.
"Yeah," I whisper, unable to say more. I'm too stunned to speak. It's the only thing I can come up with before I crawl up on the bed next to her and pull us both under the blankets.
"Kai," she protests as I tuck her into the crook of my arm, prepared to go right to sleep since it's my day off and Denali herself insists I try to sleep more when I'm not pressed for time. "We can't stay in bed."
“Lean your head on my chest, kara," I tell her, and when she complies, her tits slide out from under the sheet covering us, reminding me that I am, in fact, a virile man who is more than capable of rising to the occasion more than once a session.
My hands move down the front of her shoulders and over her chest like they've got a mind of their own, and then I’m cupping her breasts, running my thumbs along her pert nipples as she shivers into my touch.
I know she can feel my cock hardening against the base of her spine, but she doesn’t seem put out by it. In fact, she smiles as her ass scoots back a bit, nestling my length between the cleft of her cheeks.
“You like this?” I ask, running my knuckles along the sides of her chest, relishing the way she responds to my touch.
She nods, humming softly. “Very much.”
I’m no dummy, so I keep it up, my hands losing the plot about halfway down her body. They're on her stomach now, and she’s moaning with her eyes closed, those soft sounds less passionate than before, but no less inspiring.
I want to be inside her again, but that means I have to find the condoms, which isn't looking likely right now.
Especially since I have no idea where that box went after we dug into it earlier.
So I settle for this, for now, just rubbing her down, giving her time to relax, even though I want to show her more.
I want to fuck her so long, so hard, so much, that neither one of us wants to leave this bed for a week.
I want her as addicted to me as I am to her already. I can’t get enough.
She looks adorably sexy wrapped up in my arms, snuggled under my sheets in my bed, where I've had any number of fantasies about her these past few months. Fantasies I had no business having.
Denali is nothing if not an overthinker at times, and I see the first moment of hesitation since we started this flash in her eyes as she looks from the door of my room to me, then back, chewing on her bottom lip as she debates internally with her choice.
"I won't keep you if you don't want to be here," I say with a huff. "But I want you to stay."
"I—I shouldn't," she mutters, arms crossed over her chest. She's got an argument for everything, this woman, but if she thinks she's the only person here who knows how to argue, I've got news for her.
"Denali, kara, if you don't lay here in this bed with me and get some sleep, I'll find a way to keep you in it. And I'd hate for you to start thinking of me as a brute on top of being an asshole."
My body knows the moment she chooses to stay, because she shifts against me and sighs.
I’m pretty sure I’m about to have the best sleep of my life.