Page 108 of Kai
He flattened over me, settling more of his weight on me, casting his shadow upon my body. When we were face to face, the warmth of his gaze beamed down on me like a second sun. Belly to belly, chest to chest, the heat of his erection pressed against my sex. Rocking his hips slowly, keeping his eyes on me, he rubbed his erection against me, sliding back and forth between my soaked folds.
A hiss escaped between my teeth as the sensations lit me up. His touch captivated every inch of my body, skittering beneath my skin and sinking to pleasure even the smallest of my cells. It was the most erotic sensation I’d ever felt. And it was happening tome.
He fitted a hand between our bodies and angled his cockuntil he pressed his full tip to my opening. There was a moment of resistance as his helmet kissed my entrance.
Our eyes locked.
“Cece,” he whispered, his body tensed, his eyes on fire. “I.” He pushed through me, slowly, patiently, until my entrance relented. “Love.” He slid a little more of himself into me. “You.” He glided into me slowly until he was fully seated inside.
I gasped at the sheer pleasure of his journey; at the extraordinary feeling of his length and weight filling my void; at the incredible sensation of being opened to a world of pleasure. The deep way our bodies connected and became one astounded me.
“Yes, Kai. Yes!” I whispered, writhing beneath him, bucking my hips frantically, possessed by a need so sharp, urgent, and demanding I wanted it to be squashed and sated.
My walls clung to his dick with a ferocity that robbed my breath. The flames spread beyond my control and turned into a desperate need. As Kai slowly pulled out of me, this new, scorching fire burned the old me into ashes that scattered in the wind and dissolved in the sea. I wanted to find joy—all kinds of joy—in Kai’s arms.
“You feel so good,” he whispered in my ear, taking his time, brushing his lips over my skin, allowing me to feel every inch of his advance and the full force of his possession.
He made love to me slowly, gently, profoundly, making me fully aware of each expert touch, each kiss, every caress, rub, and stroke. The sheer sweetness of his next thrust filled me up to the brim. At that moment, I understood what all the chatter about “being complete” was about.
As he kissed me, his cockhead spearheaded the journey that parted me in half, a long, delicious glide of pleasure. His sex skimmed over my moisture, diving deep. I gasped when he hit bottom. The sensations were so intense they pushed me over theedge. Without warning, I cried out and came all over his hard dick.
The surprising orgasm barreled through me. My walls squeezed around his steel as I came and came again. He was so hard that coming was almost painful, in a most sinful, delicious way. He didn’t move. Gritting his teeth, he kept his hard dick deep in place even as he endured my pussy’s contractions. And still I came some more.
My breaths came in loud pants. I sprawled on the deck, incoherent with bliss, holding on to him by the sheer will of my pussy, clinging to his flesh, refusing to release him.
“Kai,” I whispered his name like a blessing and cupped his face between my hands.
“That’s it, Sorceress.” He worshipped my lips with his mouth. “The first of many more to come. Strong can be gentle. Easy can be powerful. Kindness can be passion, passion can be freedom, and lust can turn to love.”
If he kept talking like that, I was going to come again.
His hips pushed ever so slightly. My sensitive walls welcomed the brush of his harsh flesh, tightening the embrace that lingered from my climax before. His strokes revived me. I mewled in protest when he pulled back. He moved deliberately, reversing his path. There was no yielding on his part, only my malleable flesh surrendering to his retreat and then his terrible absence.
He returned with a firm thrust that fully satisfied my need to be filled. My channel widened again, capitulating to his strength. My pussy stretched with every inch he gave me, grasping for more of him as he moved inside of me.
Firmly, relentlessly, he submitted me to a new, maddening rhythm—in, out, clutch and release, open and close, fullness and void. I dug my fingers in his shoulders when he plunged. I was seconds away from coming again.
“I want you,” I ground out, lifting my legs, wrapping them around his waist, and clamping down on him. “I need you.”
The throaty moan he trapped between his lips told me he needed me, too. He kept thrusting, but he also bent down and caught one of my nipples in his mouth. His lips pulled and pinched while he pumped inside of me. My back arched, cramming more of my flesh into his mouth. He growled against my nipple and took turns sucking one first, then the other. I slammed my hands on the deck and fisted my hands around the towel.
His weight kept me in place. Beneath the towel, the deck had no give, and yet I didn’t care. I loved it like this, Kai and I, taking our time, making love on the back of his sailboat, wild and free.
“More,” I begged, shaking beneath him, nearly incoherent from pleasure. “Oh, God. You’re gonna make me come again!”
“That’s the goal, Sorceress.”
His words only stoked the furnace blazing in my core. Kind, peaceful Kai burned hotter than hell inside. I hadn’t exaggerated his size and feel in my fantasies. He felt divine. I loved how he took charge of me, how he used his body to make me forget… everything. His dick plunged in me so deeply that I screamed. Every thrust hit my target, and every slide rubbed my spot, driving me insane.
“I’ve got plans for us, Cece,” he rumbled, taking my mouth as possessively as he was taking my pussy. “I’m gonna take you on your knees, on your side, upside down, you name it. Your pussy is gonna gobble up every drop I carry in my body. Your mouth will get some too. I’m gonna make you scream for hours.”
“Kai!” I cried out, nearly overcome with yet another orgasm.
As my pussy enjoyed the bulk of his strength, the whole of me quavered on the deck. I groaned, enjoying the power he brought to my body, the way his muscles flexed and bulged beneath my hand, the masculine strength that draped over my softer flesh. His pupils enlarged, taking up most of the space in his caramel irises. His jaw set at a straight angle. He was intent on me, on my pleasure. He was determined to overwhelm me with it.
In his arms, I felt strong. Mighty. Capable. With his thrusts, my body sizzled, and my orgasm grew into a force that threatened to blast me out of my senses. It was just him and me, fucking as fucking should be, elevated by the one emotion I had never believed in.
Until now.
