Her words were like slow-moving lava, burning and scorching through me. I’d never be the same after this.
Our eyes stayed trained on each other’s as her hand reached between us, wrapping around my cock and lining me up with her. I watched her face as I slowly pushed into her, and not even the memory of making love to her could have compared to what I saw before me.
Her mouth parted, her eyes drifted closed, and her head tilted back. Everything about her told me she was feeling everything I was. I pushed into her until I was buried to the hilt, until there was no more space between us, and I pressed my face in her neck.
“It’s so good, Riot,” she whispered.
“I know,” I whispered back. Her head started shaking against mine and I pulled away to look at her.
“No,” she said, her voice raspy and shallow. “It’s too good. You. Here with me. I don’t think I deserve it, but I’m never going to let it go again. You’re too good.” She let out a small cry but I silenced it with my mouth, my hands cradling her face. I pulled out just to push back in slowly, and her hands gripped me around my waist, her legs coming to wrap around my ass.
“You’re mine,” I said, my lips brushing against hers with my words. “What we have is perfect and it’s just as much yours as it is mine.”
I continued to thrust into her, watching as her sadness melted away, only to be replaced with pleasure again. When I was sure she was wrapped up in the way our bodies were responding to each other’s, I pushed up to my hands and started thrusting with more force. I couldn’t help the grin that came over my face when her eyes disappeared again. I knew she was feeling me in the best possible way.
I moved quicker, thrusting faster, watching as she slowly started to lose herself to sensation again. I gripped her hip, pulling her ass off the bed and driving into her at just the right angle to set her off again.
“Oh, my God,” she cried, and I couldn’t help the cocky grin that crossed my face. I stilled as I felt her pulse around me, watching as she came back down from her high. She opened her eyes and gave me a lazy grin as her hands wandered up my abs, wrapped around my neck, and pulled my face down to hers. As we kissed, her hands roamed over my slick skin and I knew she was feeling loose and pliant. Sated. “What do you want?” she asked me, her voice drowsy.
“I have everything I want. I just want you.”
She smiled wider, her eyes glistening with what I could only describe as satisfaction. “Okay, well, you have me. How do you want me?”
I stilled at her words, but I could still feel the wave of heat run through me. I’d spent nearly every night imagining what it would be like to have Kalli back in my bed, wrapped around me. I’d pictured her in every position imaginable. Some were memories and some were hopeful, yet painful, wishes.
I quickly pulled out of her, gripped her hips, and flipped her over. Like the fucking angel she was, she knew exactly where I was headed, and got up on all fours, her gorgeous ass angled up at me.
“Fuck, yes,” I growled. My hands came up to run over the round globes of her ass, and she fucking wiggled it at me. “Don’t tease me, Kal.”
She laughed, then said, “I’m not teasing. I’m offering.”
My fingers dug in to her skin as I tried to keep myself in check. Then, with more force than I intended, I pulled her hips toward me, watching as her arms sprawled out on the bed, and I dove into her. The depth available at that angle was maddening, I grunted as I slid all the way in, and loved hearing her lust-filled yelp. She was wet and tight and made for me.
“God fucking damn it, Kal. You’re so fucking perfect.” Her forehead was pressed against the mattress, her fingers gripping the sheets, knuckles turning white, and I was driving into her as though I wanted to die doing it. My heart was pounding, breaths shallow and not taking in nearly enough air, and all that was fine because I was either going to come so fucking hard I collapsed, or I was going to die doing the one thing I never thought I’d be able to do again. Either way, I was okay with it. I was always hopeful she’d find her way back to me, but it was never a guarantee, never a sure bet. As my cock moved inside her, as she stretched to accommodate all of me, I was just thankful to have my hands on her again.
I felt the slight tingling start at the base of my spine, the warmth creeping over me, and I knew I was close. I didn’t want to be finished, but I couldn’t stop it once it started. Instead, I reached around her and found her clit, rubbing it with my finger.
“Come with me,” I grunted.
“Oh, Jesus,” she cried. “I can’t, Riot. It’s too soon.”