Page 22 of Sustaining
Did you check in with me just because you missed me?Why do I crave to hear him say it so bad?
A second slips in before he responds.
I hate not being there with you. It makes me crazy not knowing if you’re all right. I’ve sworn Chaos to secrecy but I’ll admit I’ve checked in with him about a dozen times since I left yesterday.
Kain, I’m not going to rush out in front of a moving carriage, for goddess’ sake. I’m an adult.How helpless does he think I am?
A carriage is most definitely the least of my concerns. With your bad timing, you’re more likely to rush out in front of a moving wendigo.
I shudder at the thought of the bloodthirsty creature but I can feel his smile against his words. His happiness is a palpable thing swirling through my chest.
Wendigo aren’t even native to this area. You’re just being ridiculous now.
Another humming laugh tinges his tone.I’ll just feel more at easy when I can see you again. Touch you and know that you’re okay.
I only let a small moment pass by before I’m thinking words that I don’t know if I’d actually say out loud to him normally.
You want to touch me?
He doesn’t immediately reply. He’s clearly much better at filtering his thoughts with me than I am with him.
So much that it’s all I’ve thought about since the moment I met you.
My thighs shift together at the sound of his growling admission. I shove aside my hesitation and ask him what I wanted to ask him the first time we spoke like this.
If you were here, how would you touch me?
Once more that small dip of silence spans between us, my breath coming and going in heavy doses, my heart spiraling so fast with the thoughts of all the things he hasn’t even said yet. The image of his hand sliding up my thigh makes a growl groan through the bond we share, and I wonder how much of my thoughts he actually sees.
Fuck, Arlow. How do you not get yourself off with just your dirty mind alone? And why are we in a field in your fantasies? Dry brush seems incredibly uncomfortable for sex.
A small smile presses to my lips at the sound of his overly logical mind, but suddenly I’m thinking of how big he felt in my hand that brief moment in Valencia where we almost found out what all that building tension between us felt like. I breathe out a shaking breath and imagine my hand sliding down his throbbing shaft, hoping he really can see everything in my filthy mind right now.
If I were there, I’d find out just how wet you are. Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel your pussy slide down my cock.
Faint images of his fantasies fill my mind. I shiver from the strange sensation of his suggestive touch. His rough hands wrap around my bare hips. Every inch of me is naked for him, his gaze taking in the curve of my breasts, the smooth skin of my stomach, the sight of his cock between my thighs. He focuses there, gliding my slickness over the length of his dick, teasing my clit, teasing us both. In my bedroom, my hand pushes aside my underwear in an instant, and I touch myself just how he is in his dirty thoughts. Something about feeling him in my mind is more sensual. It’s like I can lightly feel his touch along my flesh, feel his cock grinding against my sex in all the right places.
I take control of his own fantasy, rocking my hips as I ride his shaft but never actually fuck him. Building minutes pass. It’s a slow, teasing movement that catches my breath. We both seem to like this teasing, foreplay. The tip of his cock brushes my opening over and over and over again. So close. Almost. Not close enough. I slide my clit against him until he’s so hard I feel him throb.
And then he steals back the control, his fingers tensing into my skin, making my own fingers press harder over my clit just before the image of him changes and he thrusts himself deep into my wetness.
I gasp loudly into the silent room, my eyes clenched closed while his groan tumbles through my thoughts. It’s an amazing interconnected feeling that I’ve never experienced. Every emotion I have is bared to him. I hide nothing, and it causes the energy within me to build faster, feeling wired and pulsing, uncontrollable from the push and pull of his own lust flooding my body.
In his fantasy, I’m above him, straddling him, dominating over this beautiful, strong man. But he is very much in charge. Big hands grip my hips so hard I can physically feel them against my skin. He drives into me deep and fast, and it’s such an intense feeling that makes my fingers slide inside just as hard, my palm rubbing over my clit with every move I make.
I try to cling on to his sensual image he’s showing me from his angle, trying hard to focus on the way he watches his thickness glide into my core faster and rougher and harder, but my release shakes through me, my sex clenching around my fingers as I gasp into the quietness. The crashing sensation fills me completely, and I know he feels my orgasm possibly as much as I do. The growling sound and the intense sensation of his climax soars through my body seconds after mine, making me high all over again from something I’ve never even felt before. My head tips back, foreign, delicious, masculine emotions tingle all through me.
Pounding beats of my heart count the seconds while I breathe through the throbbing pleasure coursing through every single part of me.
A lazy smile presses to my lips. Kain isn’t always all work and no play. And he doesn’t always want…complete control, it seems.
Slowly, my body relaxes, my spine meeting the mattress once again as my eyes open. A lonely coldness settles in despite the sweat along the back of my neck. I find myself wishing I could feel his skin against mine all over again.
Fuck the rain, I’ll be there no matter what tonight.
I smile at the sound of his rasping promise.
It’s amazing how motivating a shared orgasm can be.
