Chapter Fourteen #2
I wiggle my hips back into position, and he soothes the sting with his palm before his fingers trace upward again.
I clench my eyes shut. His touch is everything right now, slow, deliberate, maddeningly close, and by the time he finally makes contact with my clit, my back arches sharply.
I swallow hard and bite down on my bottom lip, trapping every sound I want to make as he circles me at a steady pace.
He’s winding me up fast, and the fact that my body is reacting exactly the way it always has…
Thank Gaia. That hasn’t changed.
He moves in close behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass, adding pressure to the heat already building inside me.
He grinds forward while his fingers keep working, and a small moan escapes despite my best effort.
The warmth spreading through me sharpens, I tense for a second, wondering if a hot flash is rolling in, but it’s quickly overtaken by a shiver running straight down my spine.
Flames ignite, and my breath comes in short, sharp pulls.
This is a good heat.
A great heat.
A bead of sweat forms at my brow, lights dance behind my eyes, and my fists tighten on the sheets. I grit my teeth and fall apart, a powerful, rolling climax that steals the air from my lungs. My forehead drops to the mattress as I pant through it, desperate to stay quiet.
He doesn’t give me a second to recover. “Good girl. Hold still and let me do all the work.”
One hand moves to my hip, and the other fists in my hair, not harsh, but firm, just enough to make me gasp and smile before he tilts my head back. His fingers press into my hip, and then he thrusts into me from behind with a single, deep movement that fills me completely.
I bite down hard on a moan.
He stills, letting me adjust, both of us panting in the sudden quiet of being joined. He’s so deep I can barely breathe, and I wonder briefly if I can take him moving at all.
Then he pulls back and thrusts forward.
I grit my teeth and hold on.
He builds a rhythm, relentless, controlled, his fist tight in my hair, fingers pressed into my skin, working me on and off him like he has all the time in the world and every intention of using it.
He’s keeping me locked in place, making sure I’m doing none of the work, and it’s so unbearably good that my head spins.
This kind of sex with Kaden, him taking over, dictating the pace, holding me exactly where he wants me, it’s electric in a way that nothing else is.
He angles on a deeper thrust, and the new sensation punches through me with a gasp. His breathing is heavier now, ragged at the edges, and I feel the throb building between my legs, hot and urgent.
“I’m close,” I murmur.
He growls in response, yanking my head back further until I’m staring up at the ceiling, throat exposed, completely at his mercy. His lips drop to my ear. “That’s it,” he breathes, voice rough and barely above a whisper. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”
I stop fighting the stillness and let my hips roll to meet him, riding out the wave that’s already cresting. He doesn’t punish me for it this time.
“Good girl.” The words are low, pressed into the shell of my ear like a reward. “So fucking good for me.”
He thrusts deeper, faster, and his grip in my hair tightens. “You feel that?” His voice is a dark rasp. “That’s mine. You’re mine. Every single inch.”
The sound of skin meeting skin and our frantic, muffled breathing fills the room.
The heat crests and breaks, it slams into me, like every nerve ending fires at once.
My whole body lights up from the inside, a white-hot rush that starts deep in my core and radiates outward, down my thighs, up my spine, all the way to my fingertips.
My back arches sharply off the mattress, my spine curling like it’s trying to chase the feeling, and my breath catches so hard it almost hurts.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and all I can see are bursts of light dancing behind my lids, bright, flickering, and endless.
My thighs tremble. My hips rock of their own accord, chasing every last pulse, greedy for more even as it overwhelms me.
My knuckles ache where I’m white-knuckling the sheets, the fabric twisted tight in my fists, anchoring me to something solid while the rest of me comes completely undone.
My pussy clamps down hard, clenching and releasing in waves that roll through me one after another, each one deeper than the last, each one stealing what little breath I have left.
A sob of pleasure builds in my throat that I have no hope of voicing.
I gasp into the mattress instead, every muscle locked and trembling as sensation floods every corner of me, too much and not enough all at once. I’m completely weightless and entirely wrecked, my whole body pulsing like a single, sustained heartbeat.
”Fuck.” The word leaves him on a sharp exhale, and his rhythm stutters. “I’ve got you.” Then, almost to himself, he groans, “Christ, Effa, you have no idea what you do to me.”
Kaden drives in deep with a low, restrained growl, stills, and unloads, his chest dropping to my back as he exhales hard.
After a beat, he rolls off to the side, and I turn my head to look at him, heavy-lidded and utterly spent.
His arm crosses my back, and he watches me with that quiet, sly smile he saves only for moments like these.
I smile back, fighting to keep my eyes open.
He reaches over and sweeps the hair from my face, then leans in and kisses me, soft and careful, nothing like the man who was in control of me only moments before.
“Are you okay?” He searches my eyes, looking for any flicker of something wrong.
I nod slowly. “I’m amazing.” I let out a long exhale. “I really needed that.”
He chuckles and rolls on his side, facing me, propping his head up and resting his arm on his elbow. “You look tired.”
I nod. “I am, you’ve worn me out.”
“And that’s all it is?” he asks.
I know what he’s doing, he’s fishing to see if there are any issues.
There’s not. Sure, I’m way more spent than usual after sex, but I’m sure that’s expected a little over a week after my issues.
I’m still recovering, so I feel like my weakness right now is a very normal thing.
Nothing for him to be concerned over or even know about.
“Yes. Now let me cuddle you and have a nap, so we’re all fine to go out tonight.”
He nods. “Okay, a little nap, then shower, dinner, and then to the pub. But you have to take it easy at the pub. Yes?”
I chuckle and roll my eyes. “Okay, Dad.”
He snorts and rolls on his back, opening his arm for me to snuggle into him, which I do. “Speaking of your dad, is he coming to the pub tonight? I know they’re leaving soon, I’d like to chat with him some more before they leave town?”
Furrowing my brows, I shrug. “Not sure. I can call and ask if you like.”
“Great,” is all he says before he kisses the top of my head.