Love Game

I laughed slightly and pulled away long enough for my feet to find the floor and quickly pulled off my underwear while Kai yanked his pants down, freeing his erection that was huge and hard. He scrabbled in the nightstand drawer for a condom and rolled it down, then reached for me.

“Come here,” he growled, and I came back to him, straddling him again.

He held my face in his hands, his dark eyes boring into mine.

“Daisy…” He kissed me softly as I reached between us and positioned him under me. His eyes fell shut as I sank slowly down, and a small grunt sounded in his chest.

He still held my face, and I clung to his wrists with both hands as the beautiful, dizzying sensation of him filling me swept through me and spread like an electric current across my middle and chest. My heart pounded, heavy and slow, and I gasped as I slid all the way down.

“Kai…” I breathed. “More.”

His eyes opened and he drank me in. “Anything. Everything. For you.”

I wanted everything. His hands all over my skin. His mouth. I wanted to feel him slide in and out of me; my nervousness fled leaving all of this want.

I reached down to grasp the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. My bra went next as Kai took off his shirt. His eyes widened and then darkened at my nakedness, and his gaze dropped to where we were joined; where he was buried deep inside me.

“So fucking beautiful…”

Kai’s hands ringed my hips and, with one sharp movement, he pulled me tight to him, sheathing himself even deeper when I hadn’t thought it possible. Another gasp fell out of my mouth at the sensation, and that morphed into a cry as Kai went to one of my nipples, biting and sucking, while my hips began to grind against him.

“Yes,” he hissed, wrenching his mouth away. His hands gripped my hips now, pulling and pushing me. “Ride me, Daisy.”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Ride me hard.”

“Yes.”

“Let me fuck you like this…”

My head fell back and I clung to his neck, exposing my throat to his mouth. His words, his hands and mouth, and his huge cock thrusting up into me again and again were unraveling me. I was doing something I hadn’t done in a year—losing myself in a man. In the sensations he created in me and the moans and growls that told me I was doing the same for him.

Kai… I’d never been more exposed with a man than I was with the twilight light shining over us, revealing every movement, every glide of his cock pulling nearly out, and my body taking him back. Over and over.

He brazenly watched as he moved me on him, and the lust and want in his expression made me want more. I pushed him back on the bed and rode him with abandon, admiring the tight lines of his perfect abs contract even tighter where my fingernails grazed him. Brown skin showing every cut line, every tensed muscle. His hands tightened their grip and he moved me down on him while lifting his hips to thrust upwards.

“God, Kai…” My words tapered into a scream that I didn’t try to contain, head thrown back, ecstasy surging up to burn hot and deep inside me.

“Jesus, fuck…” Kai’s words turned strangled as he held me still and I let him take me how he wanted; to take his release and fill me with it until at last, he collapsed on his back, loose on the bed and his breath gusting out of him.

“Holy shit, woman,” he said, panting, reaching for my face to bring me to him for a kiss. “What did you do to me?”

I laughed weakly, settling over him. “Nothing you didn’t do to me.”

“I think I forgot my own name for a second there at the end.”

“Let me remind you: Sikai Solomon, Australian Open champion.”

He laughed tiredly. “Not bad, not bad.”

“Not bad?” I gave his shoulder a kiss. “You were amazing today.”

“It was a pretty good day,” he said and moved onto his side to look at me intently. “But there is one highlight that stands out.”

“The ’tweener at the baseline?” I asked. “Or maybe that ace in the fourth set that looked like it actually hurt Brad’s feelings?”

Kai’s head went back in a throaty laugh. “Both highlights but not the highlight.” His hand came up to brush a curl from my forehead. “The highlight was seeing you in the box before the third set.”