Page 34 of Love's Hot

Heaven.

Kane is owning me, making sure I know he’s the one in control.

“No fucking porn, Red!” As he slams his final thrust into me, we both explode together. There is a rush of white noise as I collapse forward over the sofa. I’m spent and I’m not the only one.

“Holy shit,” I hear muffled behind me.

“Holy shit is right,” I reply in my post-orgasmic state.

“You say where, you say when, but I fucking say how! Got it?” I think I’ve just been warned.

“Mmm,” is all I can manage. Surely, I’m not expected to hold a conversation after being fucked within an inch of my life.

My mind starts to clear, so I reply to his warning.

“I say my bed, in five minutes when I can breathe, and you can fuck me however you like.” We both start laughing, our bodies moving together. Kane stands, worrying he’s squashing me.

“I know I keep saying it, but you’re a naughty one, aren’t you, Red? Where have you been hiding all this time?” His hands are helping me to stand and turn me into his arms. His mouth is on me, pouring passion into his kiss to make sure I know this is not just about the sex. I can’t say that out loud, but I know I should be worrying about how every kiss feels just that little bit more intimate than the last.

Pulling back from the kiss, I realize the clothes dynamic is a little one-sided. Naked as the day I was born, standing in front of Kane, who is still fully clothed but just his cock standing at half-mast hanging out of his pants.

“What, too impatient to get rid of your clothes?” I wave my hand up and down to illustrate my point.

“Didn’t want to waste time stripping off. Someone was hanging by a thread, well, to be honest we both wanted the same thing. Feel free to fix the problem now, though.” His cheeky grin makes me all tingly just as much as his touch.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about. Like I told you, I was fine here, I had my hands, toys…”

“Stop. Now. Not happening.” He bends and picks me up in his arms while I try to stop giggling. “Bedroom, Red, point the way.” I’m learning the many voices of Kane. This one is his dominant horny one. It’s one of my favorites.

“One question, am I in trouble?” I look up at him from under my eyelashes.

“So much trouble,” he growls in that low tone.

“Then the bedroom is that way.” Pointing towards my room, my insides warm up picturing what’s in store for me for the rest of the night.

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Feeling a soft breath on the back of my neck, wrapped in a warm body, this is something I can get used to waking up to in the morning. The light purr of his snore and his chest slightly rising up and down against my back. Is this what couples in a relationship do every night? Sleep wrapped in the other person’s arms. Or is it one of those urban myths. Really, they sleep all sprawled in their own space on the bed. One person in the relationship is the bed hog while the other is the blanket stealer. Surely it doesn’t always stay this cute once the lusting stage is over.

I wonder how long that lasts. That phase where you can’t get enough of each other’s bodies. Sex on every surface in the house, or out of the house depending on how adventurous you are. The cute text messages that turn into sexting before you realize. Then there’s the video chat sex because you can’t stand to be away from each other even for one night. It must run out eventually. That’s why I’m not really keen to settle down yet. I still want all the fun of the newness of sex with a partner. There’s plenty of time for all that old-people sex later in my life. Don’t grow old before it’s time to be old.

“Do you do your thinking in bed in the morning?” a deep raspy voice comes from behind me.

“Morning to you, too.”

Kane leans into the crook of my neck and plants a soft kiss. “Morning, Lilly.” There’s that voice that is low and husky, the morning-after voice. I can write a list of the different sexy voices of Kane.

“Some of my best work is done in bed.” I wait for the comment that’s sure to come.

“Are we talking about thinking or sex, because I can verify it’s certainly your best work.” And there it is.

“You’re so predictable, mister. I was replying to your question about my thinking. You think I’m the naughty one. I beg to differ.” Straight away I regret the smart comment as I’m thrown onto my back and he begins tickling me. Why is it his fingers are that more powerful than mine, so his tickling is so intense. I haven’t even made it to the bathroom this morning so this could get embarrassing really quickly.

Knowing I can never stop him, I use diversion tactics. Grabbing his face, I plant a kiss on his lips as best I can manage as I am trying to control my body. Never one to back away from controlling a kiss, his hands stop and take hold of my cheeks and put me in the exact position he wants me. I love that neither one of us is worried about morning breath, or what we look like. That’s not what this is about.

Slowing down and pulling away, I look up into his eyes. I can’t read what they’re saying. The look of confusion is there and I’m not sure what to make of it. I need to head to the bathroom and leave him to shake off whatever it is on his mind. Easing out of his grip, I get out of bed without too much protest.

Opening the en suite door, I stand and just admire, for a minute, that chiseled chest with a scattering of dark hair. His arms are stretched up and his hands are under his head. He still looks deep in thought and hasn’t noticed me perving on him. I wish I had flicked the sheet off his bottom half when I got up so I could be ogling his whole body.

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