Page 42 of Isn't She Lucky
“Mmm hmm.”
“Why?”
“Because it helps with my cycle.”
He kisses me after positioning himself between my legs, taking his time sucking on my tongue and thoroughly covering every part of my mouth. My lips, he’s kissed and sucked on them so much, they feel bigger. My breasts ache for his mouth. My middle is a tropical rainforest for his—”
“Ah,” I grimace when I feel his fullness entering me – stretching me – leaving me pulsating with heat and seeking relief from the pressure. The feeling is foreign, yet, I feel like my body is his home, so I willingly let him inside what’s always been his.
“Oh, mmm,” I moan as she sinks slowly.
“You okay?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Be honest with me, baby.”
“I am. I’m okay.”
“Okay, baby,” he says, deepening our connection as I shriek and moan. There’s pain. There’s pressure. There’s pleasure. Desire. Lust. Love. Requited love. The blend of them has me emotional. Tears form in my eyes while he settles.
“Giada.”
I open my eyes, look at him, and when our eyes connect, I lose it. The tears fall when I think about us and the long, miserable, lonely, bumpy road we traveled to get back to this place. To us. We foundeach other again.
We found love.
“Kase...” I say desperately, holding on tightly to him while surrendering my body. It belongs to him – always has. My mind, heart – all of it is his. It has always been. That’s why I didn’t brace myself for the sheer thickness of him. Whatever I can’t handle, I trust he’ll talk me through it.
“Open your eyes and look at me, baby.”
I open them. Look at him. They land on his beautiful dark ones, bearing down on me like the heat from the sun on a hot, steamy summer day.
“I’m going to move a little. It may feel a little uncomfortable, but if anything hurts, I want you to stop me, okay?”
“It’s fine, Kase. I don’t want you to be afraid of hurting me. I’ve loved you all my life. I would be lying if I never imagined us this way. Now, make love to me. I don’t want you to hold anything back.”
He smiles and says, “Yes, ma’am.”
His lips graze mine before he kisses me tenderly, yet desperately – balancing them both like an expert. I send slow strokes up and down his back with my fingertips while mentally telling myself this is happening. I know it’s happening, but it feels so good, it’s like a dream. He assures me it’s not when I feel him move inside of me, stretching me and causing my sensitive nerves to send pleasure signals to my brain. I’m so glad I waited for him – for this – even when I didn’t know what I was waiting for. It was worth the agony.
He arches his back and moves, sending another wave through me. Pulling his tongue from my mouth, he whispers in my ear, “It feels so good to be home. I love you so much, Giada. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you—how long I’ve dreamed about making love to you. Mmm, babygirl. If I died right now, my life would be complete.”
He moves faster. I hold on and close my eyes when the sensation of something foreign building inside of me as his body moves and fills me. Tears come to my eyes all on their own. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders as the ball of pleasure bursts, fragmenting me. Shaking me. I topple, scream to the ceiling, and fill this room with the sounds of my desire – adorning this large house with his name.
“Kase, Kase, Kasim!”
Just when I thought the wave had run its course, my body trembles beneath him more. I’m reeling, so gone, I almost disconnect from myself.
Kasim utters something incoherent and moans. It almost sounds primal, like a growl.
“Giada,” he hums, followed by more moans that are light and airy. The noises he makes…
My chest moves up and down quickly as I breathe rapidly to not only claim the new sensations coursing through my body, but also to contain the way he’s making love to me. His movements are more concentrated. Longer. Deeper.
“Ah,” he breathes, arching his back and angling his face to the ceiling before lowering himself to me again.
“Giada,” he says, licking my lips and then groaning in my ear as his love fills me. The warmth floods me completely as my muscles tighten. And then he falls until his face is buried in my neck.
