Page 70 of Unearthed Dreams
“I’m trying to getin.”
I giggled. “Is sex supposed to be this funny? Or are we doing it wrong?”
Kai growled. “Knock it off. I’m trying to fuck you and not hurt you.”
“Oh, for crying out loud, would you stop treating me like I’m made of glass. Put your cock in me now.”
Kai’s hips stilled and his eyes doubled in size as he stared at me. “Did you just say ‘cock’?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Jesus fuck, why is that so sexy? Say it again.” His hips resumed their rocking, faster and harder and more insistent this time.
Slowly, carefully punctuating each word in time with his hips, I said, “I”—thrust—"want”—thrust—“your”—thrust—“cock”—thrust—“inside”—thrust—“me.” By the time the last word made its way past my lips, he was buried to the hilt.
There was no sting, no pain. There had been, the first time his finger had slipped inside me, and a small bit of blood, but now, all I felt was a delicious stretch. A full feeling unlike anything his fingers could have given me.
My body adjusted to his size, that initial stretch giving way to something more demanding. The stillness between us crackled with tension as Kai held himself motionless above me, his muscles trembling with the effort.
“Okay?” His voice was strained, barely controlled.
I couldn’t form proper words, just nodded and hummed.
His hazel eyes searched my face, dark with desire but still so careful. “How do you feel?”
The fullness was foreign but not unpleasant. My body buzzed with unfamiliar sensations, making it hard to process. “Good?”
“Is that a question?” A muscle ticked in his jaw.
“I don’t know, can you just... move a little?”
He laughed, the sound tight with restraint, but his obvious struggle to hold back made me smile. I loved knowing I affected him this deeply. “Yeah, pretty girl, I can move.”
The first slow drag of his hips stole my breath. My fingers dug into his shoulders as sensation overwhelmed me. This wasnothing like his fingers, nothing like my own explorations. This was...
Holy hell,thisis what all the fuss is about.
Kai moved with careful control, each thrust measured and precise. His eyes never left my face, watching for any sign of discomfort. But there was none—only building pleasure as my body adjusted to the unfamiliar fullness.
“More,” I gasped, lifting my hips to meet his next thrust. “Please, Kai.”
“Jesus, you’re so tight,” he groaned, resting his forehead against mine. “You feel fucking incredible.”
The praise made me preen. I’d never felt more powerful than I did in that moment, watching this beautiful man fight for control because of me. My hands slid down his back, feeling the play of muscles as he moved.
“Harder,” I demanded, finding confidence in his obvious desire.
His rhythm faltered. “You sure?”
“Yes!” I almost whined, but I was past caring. Need coiled tight in my belly, demanding more friction, more pressure, more everything.
His next thrust was harder, deeper, drawing a cry from my throat.Yes!My legs wrapped tighter around his waist as he set a faster pace, each movement sending sparks of pleasure racing through my body.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he growled against my neck. “Take what you need.”
My back arched as his angle shifted, hitting something inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “Oh god, right there!”
I raked my nails down Kai’s back as he hit that perfect spot again and again. Every nerve ending in my body sang with sensation.
