Page 59 of Faithful

I press as deep as he allows, my mind completely devoid of any feelings except for the feeling of endless euphoria.

I’m fucking Kai Delisa, I realize through the fog in my brain, lunging forward, this time less scared and more confident.

Kai makes a guttural noise and welcomes the intrusion with a slight shove of his hips.

I watch him surrender with fascination. The glide of lean muscles across his back. The sweep of black hair over the bedding. The roll of biceps as he moves both arms in a meek attempt to find purchase.

With one hand still on his thigh, I reach out and press my palm into the space between his shoulder blades.

He yields, almost immediately.

“You’ll tell me if I’m doing something wrong?” I ask, moving carefully at first.

“Make me come,” he begs.

Turns out I’m the one at his mercy because I do as he says. I blindly follow the mumbled string of instructions.Yes, right there. Harder.I drive into him again and again until I can’t separate my own body from his, until I’m broken apart into tiny pieces, until there’s nothing left but raw, animalistic need. A need that takes over, that turns me into a trembling mess fucking his way to the finish line like there’s no tomorrow.

Beneath me, Kai, sweaty and flushed, cries out each time I thrust forward and bury myself deeper and deeper into his heat.

It’s loud and dirty and absolutely chaotic with skin slapping against skin and dry, labored breathing. There’s nothing delicate or romantic about this primal joining of two bodies. And I’m pretty sure we both like it that way–the uncomplicated simplicity of the act. Or at least I keep telling that to myself as I pound into him, completely oblivious to the fact that there’s a world outside this little space that he and I are making up right now.

Something tightens at the base of my spine, grows bigger. Sparks. Rushes up my arteries, and I hold it for as long as I can, waiting for Kai, who—judging by the sounds he’s making—isn’t far.

He comes first, without the touch of a hand (which I always thought was just a myth), his back bending. I come a split second later, spilling into the condom.

Panting, he slumps onto the mattress under the weight of my body. I vaguely remember pulling out, getting rid of the condom, and collapsing next to him, then thinking that this was the best sex I’ve had in my entire life and if I don’t get to do it again, I’ll go insane.

We don’t talk or move for a long moment. Instead, we remain still, trying to restore our breathing.

Meanwhile, my heart thunders away.

I’m the first one to move and when I turn my head, I see the dark outline of his hair, sweaty and curling at the ends and falling around his neck like a collar. The stripes of light coming from the window slash across the curves of his shoulders and back and he seems so quiet, so withdrawn, that I all but check his pulse to make sure he’s still alive.

A tiny bit of fear creeps up through me, damping my nirvana.

Have I hurt him?

Was it too much?

It’s that moment Kai chooses to shift, his body rearranging itself on the bed slightly. His arms, now in front of him, are bent at the elbow, his chin propped on the bulging muscle. Rain cloud eyes, hooded and darker than usual, hold my gaze.

“God gave you a great dick, babe,” he says, voice torn to shreds. “So you better use it.”

“Now you mention god?”

“Figure of speech.” He arches a brow. “Or would you rather I tell you Satan is the one to credit for your package?”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did.” He smiles then and moves closer, pressing his mouth to mine.

My lips part, welcoming the wet slide of his tongue.

We kiss for several minutes. Lazily, without touching anywhere else, and it’s almost as wonderful as being inside of him.

Kai pulls back first. He rolls over to lie on his back so he’s able to watch me disappear into the bathroom to grab a washcloth, then clean up both us and the mess we made to the best of my abilities.

My legs are like jelly and I’m sleepy by the time I finish with this chore and return to my spot next to him.

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