Chapter 19 #3
With shaky hands, I reached for the buttons of my pajama shirt, undoing two before Kain’s hands at my waist pressed me to him.
I felt him then.
Through my clothes, hardening between my legs as I straddled his lap. My insides did backflips, steadily feeling him grow against my body. Seamlessly, Kain began switching places with me, my back falling into the plushness of the pillows as he took over the top position.
Needing him close, I drew in a sharp, disappointed inhale when he suddenly separated from me. Without a word, I then watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.
Fuck, he was perfect.
On day two of my week with Kain, I discovered that he had a tattoo. A beautiful geometric design of various black-inked shapes, adorning his left pectoral muscle.
“I didn’t know you had a tattoo,” I vocally reacted, my hands coming out to touch the decorated skin. I kept them there.
“I was kinda hyped about my fake ID way back when,” he replied, indicating he’d gotten the marking when he was young.
I took in the flawlessness of the rest of his sienna-colored skin, hands still settled against his beating heart.
From the feel of his steady heartbeat, I could see he was much more relaxed than I was.
My heart was racing, and the pearl between my legs was throbbing with arousal.
Absently, I pressed my thighs together to calm the aching between them, my eyes fluttering closed with satisfaction as I drew in a breath.
When my eyes opened, Kain was watching me with a knowing glint in his eyes.
Clearly he understood what I was doing more than I understood it myself.
Before I could think to fill the silence with a question, his lips were back on mine.
Kain came in more aggressively now, a noticeable shift in his patience commencing.
His technique grew fierce, pressing into my lips more powerfully than before, parting them with ease to let himself in.
My hands traveled down the rest of my shirt, plucking at every button on the garment before shaking the silky fabric away from my body.
Kain didn’t rush to ogle at me, which I could appreciate as I my arms wrapped around his neck, twisting myself until I was on top, straddling him again.
The heat of my sex relaxed onto his lap, feeling his hardness throb against me through our clothes.
It was so satisfying to know I was doing this to him.
I could recall telling Kain on our first date that I was waiting for The One. And after some thought, he – very seriously – encouraged me to wait for my fairytale.
I wondered if he was thinking about that time now. I wondered if he realized, like I’d realized, that he was my fairytale.
My hardened nipples pressed into his thick pectoral muscles. I wondered if he could feel the hard beating of my heart against his chest. From the way he smiled into our kisses, he’d certainly felt something he liked.
Again, we switched places, my body shifting until I fell back into the cluster of plush white pillows.
Kain floated above me, eyes finally taking me in, his gaze traveling down the length of my half nude body, an appreciative glint in his expression.
It occurred to me, with a smile, that Kain looked at my body the way most people look at artwork.
His hands were warm against my skin, gradually rising up from my waist to my breasts, as he came in for another kiss.
Passionate, this time. Slow. Sensual movements with both his tongue and his hands.
My nipples somehow managed to get harder, and I pushed further into his grasp, a soft moan that sounded like his name coming from me.
While I had his undivided attention, I inserted my thumbs on either side of the waistband of my pajama bottoms and panties, taking a deep breath before pulling them off. I didn’t feel cold at all.
In fact, my skin felt burning hot.
“Your turn,” I spoke softly after pulling away. With one last look my way, and a tremendously sexy smirk, Kain followed suit. We were both totally naked now. My eyes could have popped out of their sockets, widening at the sight of Kain Montgomery in entirety.
Oh, my God…
Was the whole thing supposed to go inside of me? Nervously, I chewed on my lower lip, suddenly unsure of myself. For the first time since all of this started, I began to think about something else other than my desire. Like a coward, I thought about the pain.
“Um…” My voice was timid as it broke the silence. “The condoms. I brought…” I rolled over, putting some distance between Kain and I, as I reached for the box that had been left untouched since yesterday morning. The size large, pre-lubricated condoms had been a good call on my part.
Awkwardly, I shoved a wrapper into his hands.
“You wanna get straight to it,” Kain observed as if I was missing something.
“Yeah.” I tried to sound as convincing as possible. “I do.”
He eyed me with a hint of wary curiosity, ultimately finding nothing in my face he considered concerning.
A hint of jealousy bubbled in me as Kain brought the wrapper to his teeth, ripping it open with a visible air of expertise.
From the effortless finesse of his movements, it was all too obvious he’d done this many times before.
Somewhere out there, there were over a dozen women who’d been in my position.
Kain would be my first, and I would be his…
“Wait…” Concern was etched between his brows, slightly thrown off by my breathless outburst. Why am I breathing so hard? “I was just…” I hesitated. “I was just wondering if maybe… I could put it on?”
He obliged.
Once the rubber was in my hands, I looked back up at him, a new wish on my lips. “Could you walk me through it?”
Understanding crossed his features at the sound of my shy request. If Kain had somehow forgotten I was a virgin, he certainly remembered now.
“Sure.” Kain’s voice was low, comfortingly sweet. “So position it at the head, but leave a little space at the top.” I followed the steps, biting back an accomplished smile when I felt him tense up ever so slightly at the first direct touch. “Now roll it down.”
Embarrassingly, my hands shook as I rolled the thin latex down his rock hard appendage.
It occurred to me that while I was initially struck by Kain’s length, his girth was equally intimidating.
With my hand circling the circumference of Kain’s erection, it suddenly made sense why I’d never heard any woman anywhere rave about their first time.
This is probably going to hurt, I thought, letting him go.
I swallowed hard, my body feeling oddly enclosed. Like the room was getting smaller. It almost felt like drowning. Kain, ever the perceptive one, threw me a life preserver.
“You look terrified,” he observed. I bet that’s not sexy. Unconvincingly, I tried to deny the allegation, a wooden smile stretching across my face. Kain shook his head at my attempt to lie. Then, he took my face in his hands, leaving me unable to look away from him. “Are you good?”
“I…” I froze up, opting not to speak so that I wouldn’t have to lie.
Kain let my face go then, his head dipping lower until our foreheads were touching.
I thought he might say a few things to motivate me, but he was quiet for a while, eyes closed.
Looking for signs of irritation, I found none in his expression.
“Are you scared?” he asked, patience forthcoming.
My cheeks grew hot with shame. I had encouraged this. I bought condoms for this. I freaking shaved for this not too long ago. I wanted this.
Until I got scared.
“Are you mad?” I asked, and then I wished I hadn’t. An emotion I didn’t recognize at first crossed his features, and I realized it was unfamiliar because I’d never seen it on him before.
Kain was offended. Genuinely offended. Offended that I would even ask him something like that. But before I could apologize, he’d already gotten over it.
“Nah.” He seemed uncomfortable that he was even answering this question. “Baby, I’m not mad.”
“I shouldn’t have asked that.” Too little, too late.
“Nope,” Kain agreed with me. “You shouldn’t have.” Still, he brought a hand to my face, caressing my cheek softly, tenderness in his touch. “I thought I told you to speak up if you stop bein’ comfortable,” he reminded me of his words from our first date. “Remember what I said?”
“Be unapologetic about it,” I remembered, smiling, relieved that he was not holding this against me. “Then you said that any N-word who gets mad at me for it, is not the N-word I should be F-ing with.” I didn’t want to litter this moment with profanity.
Kain snorted at my censorship. “Did I really say it like that?” he teased, then growing serious and promising, “I’ll never make you do somethin’ you’re not ready for.” He offered a smile, reaching for his boxer briefs and pulling them back on. “We can go slow.”
I was the only one of us still completely naked, and despite what had transpired, I was still comfortable. I didn’t rush to put my clothes back on.
“But not too slow,” I added, a promise hidden somewhere in there.
“Hmm,” Kain mused for a spell, thinking something over. When his eyes were back on me, the distance between us started to shrink until finally, his lips were on mine.
My whole body relaxed, grateful things weren’t awkward between us in the slightest. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back, tasting the minty flavor of his mouth. His lips molded over mine, like a missing part finally locking into place. These lips were made for me.
God, I loved his lips so much…
Just as my hands rose to his cheeks, Kain pulled back.
“You good with that?” he asked, almost smiling. I squinted, confused by the question. Of course I was okay with that. I simply nodded, and he resumed. How odd…