“I-oh!” He stiffened against me, and I undulated my hips and thrust up. A hiss tore from my throat as I bored into his body. I should pull out, but I couldn’t separate myself from him as my legs tensed and I came inside him, holding him down on my cock with every inch I had to spare buried inside him.
Shit. My legs trembled when I came down from my high. My arms shaking from the force of my climax, I carried him over to the bench and sat with him in my arms. He straddled my hips, my cock still buried inside him. Kit cupped my face and kissed me, grinding on my dick like he hadn’t had enough.
“Fuck.” A shiver ran through me. My balls clenched, and I spilled the last of my cum inside him.
I placed my hands on his hips and held him down to stop his grinding. My dick was sensitive after the rough fucking.
Kit smiled down at me and brushed my hair away from my face. I stroked his back.
“You’re happy.” It was more of a statement than a question. He was glowing, his eyes half-closed with contentment, and his face relaxed.
“I’m always happy with you.” He tucked his face into my neck. “Are you?”
“The happiest I’ve been for almost a decade. I lost my family, but I found you, and you make my life so much better.”
“I do?”
“Yes. You know I’m crazy about you, my little kitten. I’ve let you turn my world upside down.”
“I hope you never regret it.”
“Never.” I kissed his shoulder. “We should get out before you become even prunier.”
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little wrinkled skin.” He lifted his head. “I’ve gotten quite used to it.”
I scowled. “I don’t have wrinkles.”
“You do.” He touched the corner of my eyes. “But I love them.”
“I think the steam is getting to your head. Come on, let’s wash up and get you out of here. Next thing you’ll tell me is that you’ve spotted a gray hair.”
“Weeeeell.”
I plucked him out of my lap and set him on the floor while he laughed.