Kai slid his finger down and I stiffened.
“A virgin ass.” It was a statement and the correct one.
His finger circled my sensitive puckered flesh and I was about to wiggle away, but he must have sensed my discomfort because he curved his arm around my waist, keeping me still. “Shh, relax. I won’t go there until you’re ready. And you’re not ready.” He continued to stroke the area until I slowly relaxed. “That’s it.” He trailed his finger down further into the wetness and then back up again.
I moaned. I couldn’t help it as he played with me, my body needing more, aching for it.
I rested my forehead against the fridge as quivers shot through me. I panted with need for him to be inside me. I hated myself for it, but there was no going back. I needed him desperately.
He suddenly grabbed my hips, turned me to face the granite island opposite the fridge and shoved me against it. “Bend over. Hands above your head.”
His hand came down on the back of my neck as if to make sure I followed his orders, but I didn’t need guidance as I lay over the counter, my hands able to just reach the opposite side and curl around the lip.
“You have to use….” I stopped when I heard the plastic rip. I peered over my shoulder and saw him rolling on a condom.
He glanced up at me, brows raised. “I’ll always look out for your best interests, London.”
He moved in and I gasped when his cock slid back and forth through my wetness. He kept one hand on my neck, a firm grip with strands of my hair wrapped around his hand.
“I’m going to fuck you. And I want to hear you scream when you come and I won’t stop until you do.” He leaned over me. I couldn’t see his face, but I felt his breath against my ear as he said, “And I can fuck you for a very long time.”
The weight of his body left me, but not his hips as he placed his cock at my entrance. I expected him to thrust hard inside me, but it was agonizingly slow, inch by inch, as if he wanted to savor the first time his cock slid inside me.
My grip on the counter intensified and I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted blood. It was frustrating the way he did it so slowly and yet it was sensual, too. His hand left my neck and slid down my back across to my hip where he tightened his hold. He was deep inside me and hadn’t moved. It gave me a minute to adjust to his size and yet, at the same time, I was sparking with need. A need so intense that I pushed back against him.
“Not yet.” He ground his hips against me in a circular motion, his cock buried deep.
“Yes, yet,” I said.
He chuckled and put his other hand on my hip. His fingers dug into my flesh painfully, perhaps a warning as to what was to come.
And it was.
He pulled out then thrust back into me, hard. Once. He stopped and I waited for him to do it again, but instead, he rotated his hips while sunk deep, his hands keeping me in place.
“Fuck, you feel good.” He glided out then shoved inside again. My fingers curled around the edge of the island kept me in place as he thrust.
In. Out. Hard. Slow. Gentle. Never knowing what was next until my body screamed for him to just fuck me. I throbbed. Pulsed. But when I moaned, that was when his hand came between me and the counter and he played with my clit.
“Oh, God,” I panted. “Kai.”
He groaned and thrust faster, harder to match his finger flicking back and forth. My body trembled and shook until it reached the pinnacle.
Then my body tensed.
Clenched.
Quivered.
And I screamed as he made me come apart. Waves of pleasure shot through me.
I released the edge of the counter and my body rubbed back and forth on the hard smooth surface as he continued to thrust inside my sated body until he groaned, shoving hard into me one last time.
He stopped.
Everything stopped.
I lay silent and still, his hands no longer holding my hips, only his pelvis against my ass and his cock jerked a few times as it throbbed deep inside me.
He pulled out and I heard the roll of the condom as he took it off. Then his footsteps before the cupboard opened and the bin lid opened and closed.
I straightened and went to grab my boxers, but remembered he’d thrown them out. I wanted to dart for the cover of the washroom, but pride wouldn’t let me. I wasn’t running from my own choices. I never had and I wasn’t starting now.