Chapter 39 #3
His hand moves, slips lower, heat following in its wake, and I gasp into his mouth as he rubs against the damp fabric of my underwear, his fingers already knowing the strokes that will lead to my unravelling.
A second groan escapes me, and the sound seems to snap something in him.
He moans into my mouth, his grip tightening, his forehead pressing against mine as if he’s trying to ground himself.
‘Gods,’ he breathes. ‘Rose, I am yours. You know that, right? I will always be yours.’
I do. Gods I wish it weren’t true, but I do.
With his strongest action so far, he pulls me closer. The bed lurches, and a light gasp flies from me, but it’s not at the motion. It’s at the feel of his hard cock pressing against me. So fucking hard, just the thought of it is enough to make me drip.
Concern for his shoulder is my only reticence as my hand reaches down to the fabric of his underwear, lingering on the surface for barely a moment before dipping under and sliding against the warmth of his skin.
The head of his cock is already dripping precum and a new throbbing pulses in me.
Trying to steady myself, I move my hand down, wrapping my fingers around his girth and squeezing just hard enough to watch his lips part in anticipation.
Then, slowly, I pull up and then push down the length of him, revelling in every perfect inch.
‘Gods, Thorn,’ he gasps as his hips roll into the rhythm of my wrist, his pace increasing, seemingly involuntarily. ‘Oh Gods, you have no idea what you do to me.’
I do. I can see it in the tautness of his muscles. Feel it in the scatter of static that skitters uncontrollably across my skin. But it’s not enough. I want more.
I don’t allow myself to think about what I’m doing as I shift further down the bed, only stopping when my mouth is level with his cock.
For a second, I hesitate at its size. It’s not just its girth.
It’s the length, too. There’s no way I can take it all, but before the doubt fully forms, I shrug the concern aside. Right now, this is what I want.
‘You don’t have to do that,’ Kyor murmurs as his hand claws into my hair.
‘I know,’ I tell him a moment before my lips part and I take him in my mouth.
Static sprays across the inside of my thighs as my head starts a slow rhythm.
Gods, every taste of him, from his lips to his skin, makes my body crave him even more, and this is no different.
Aware of the wetness pooling between my legs, I take as much as I can before lifting my head back up and going again.
‘Fuck me, Thorn.’
‘We’ll get there,’ I murmur as I take a breath before continuing to take him deeper and deeper.
I can feel the restraint coursing through him. He nearly died, and yet he still won’t let himself have the luxury of a release. That’s not something I’m okay with, and so I quicken my pace.
An involuntary moan rips from his throat, and I take him deeper still, more than ever before, and when he groans again, I know his control is starting to fray.
With each of my movements, his own thrusts deepen, slowly at first, but then faster and faster, until his cock is sliding in and out of my mouth with a freeness I can’t remember seeing him exhibit before.
A spark, bigger than ever, jumps between my thighs as he suddenly pulls back and releases his grip on my hair.
‘Stop, Thorn. I won’t last long with you doing that,’ he groans, drawing me back up his body. ‘Please, let me feel you first. Let me feel how wet I make you.’
Rather than protesting, I shift up, tracing a line of kisses up his torso before I lie on my back, my body exposed and ready for his taking.
Without another word, Kyor’s hand slides down my belly and under the waistband of my underwear, his fingertips grazing over my clit, eliciting my deepest moan so far.
‘Gods, you are dripping,’ he groans.
Tantalisingly slowly, he strokes around the edge of my opening before pulling my lips apart and plunging two fingers into me.
‘Fuck!’ My back arches, pushing my hips up and forcing his fingers deeper into me.
Rather than backing off, he curls his fingers upward so they press against my inner wall.
An involuntary spasm rockets through me.
‘It’s my turn now, Thorn.’ His voice is a growl.
‘And I want to feel every part of you.’ His wrist moves in a perfect medley of stroking and pulsing.
‘Come for me, Rose. Let me feel you come.’
No intelligible sounds leave my lips as I try to stifle my moans, and he removes his two fingers, only to replace them – with an added third – a moment later, stretching me even further.
‘Fuck …’ It’s the only word I can manage as he continues to work that spot that’s going to make me soak him even more.
If he keeps going like this, he’s definitely going to make me come, and soon.
But that’s not what I want. We haven’t gone through everything we’ve been through for me to let him unravel me in this way.
And it’s not like he was okay with letting me control him either. Which means there’s only one option.
Wordlessly, I pull my hips away from his hand, savouring the last few moments of friction against his fingertips. Then, when he’s fully out, I sit up and straddle him.
‘Your shoulder okay?’ I ask.
‘Trust me, I feel perfect.’
With my eyes locked on his, I lower my entrance so that it’s pressed at the top of his cock. Just the feel of it there is enough to have us both groaning.
‘You really want to tease me, Thorn?’ he questions as I pulse ever so slightly.
‘This isn’t teasing. It’s called savouring the moment.’
‘Really? Because it feels like teasing.’
Not able to wait any longer, I push down. If I thought his fingers had stretched me before, it’s nothing compared to the manner in which he fills me now. Every muscle in my body is taut as I lower myself, inching him slowly inwards, each movement causing inaudible gasps to stifle in my lungs.
‘You feel so fucking tight, Thorn,’ he groans, his own chest shuddering with pleasure. ‘You feel so fucking perfect.’
I want to respond, but I can’t. I can’t speak.
Not when I’m struggling to even breathe.
He’s deeper in me than I even knew was possible, and I know there’s still more length to go.
Fighting the ecstasy that threatens to overwhelm me, I push my hips forward and plunge down.
Simultaneous cries erupt from us as his nails bite into my skin.
From downstairs comes the beating of the drums. A constant rhythm getting faster and faster, as if it is a personal accompaniment to our pleasure, pushing us towards the moment of climax.
‘Kiss me,’ Kyor says, pulling me down into him as his cock fills me. ‘I need you to kiss me.’
There’s urgency in his voice, as if it really is a need, and I waste no time obliging.
It’s a kiss of pure desperation. Of every ounce of restraint dissolving into nothing.
He fists a handful of my hair while running his other hand down my back and pulling me closer, as if he can’t bear to have even a millimetre of space between us. As if we need to be one. The rhythm of my hips rolls faster and faster as his thickness grinds into me.
‘You need to slow down.’ Kyor mutters the words between gasps as he grasps my backside. ‘Or you’re going to break this bed.’
‘I’m rich now,’ I groan, refusing to change a single thing about this moment. ‘I can buy a new bed.’
His laugh sends him so far into me that it frays my last thread of restraint. Not to mention his. Heat pools, and my muscles tense then release in the most glorious display of ecstasy. My head tips back at the same moment as I feel him finally release himself fully into me.
Panting, I drop my head down onto his chest, beads of sweat weaving down my neck.
‘I love you, Rose,’ he whispers against my ear.
And then, because I know it’s the truth whether I want it to be or not, I whisper back, ‘I love you too.’