Page 33 of DOG Part 2
“Kim,” he gasped, snapping his eyes open and staring at me.
“Yes? You want something?”
He growled.
“You have to ask for it first.”
“Please,” he whispered through gritted teeth.
“There we go.” I leaned forward, pressing my bare chest against his as I took in his entire length. We moved as one, pulsating together in a natural rhythm. Our shared pleasure spiraled and rose, and we came together, crying out with our lips pressed close.
I collapsed against his chest, shivering from the aftershocks as his broad hands rubbed up and down my back.
His nose rubbed against my neck and I nestled closer to him, enjoying the safe space in between his arms.
“I should put my shirt on,” I yawned, exhausted after the workout I’d just gotten. “I’m about to fall asleep right here.”
Kane chuckled. “It’s around here somewhere.”
“I was thinking of my new shirt.”
“You went shopping today? Weren’t you supposed to be studying?”
I playfully swatted his shoulder before climbing out of the chair. “Kane. Again. Forget about school.”
“You missed a lot of classes. I just want to make sure you’re doing all right.”
The messenger bag I carried my books in was sitting against the wall by the window. On the outside of it was a small pocket that had the rolled up shirt in it. Keeping my back to Kane, I pulled the white tee out and slipped it on. It fit much better than the last one I’d had like it, its hem falling smoothly around the tops of my hips.
“What do you think?” I asked, turning back to him.
His eyes went wide as he took in the writing across my chest. ‘Property of Kane’, the shirt read, in bright red letters.
He chuckled, the sides of his mouth stretching into the wide grin that he had often starting wearing as of late. It was the smile I’d seen in all those photographs from years ago. The smile that I had thought I would never get to see in person.
“It looks great,” he answered, the words heavy and sweet.
“Yeah?” I sidled back to him. “You know, I still don’t have pants on.”
“Oh, I know. Your lack of underwear too is kind of hard to ignore.” He reached out, grabbing my bare hips and pulling me to him. “How about we get you some ‘Property of Kane’ panties?”
“Are you going to rip them off of me?”
“Every day for the rest of my life.”
“Good,” I softly replied, leaning my face close to his and knowing with all my heart that his words were true.
The END
