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The urge to plunge straight in is strong, but I go slowly instead, forcing her to feel every inch as I claim her. When my hips meet the curve of her ass, I’m all the way in, and I need to take a moment to breathe and cherish it. I caress my hand down the length of her spine, admiring her strong back muscles, her full hips, and toned thighs.
“You good, baby?” I ask, softly.
“Ruin me,” she begs, reaching one arm behind her back. I cup her tattoo to pin her in place, then slide my cock out and let loose.
Wet, filthy sounds fill the room, harsh breaths and deep groans rolling out of me with every thrust. I fuck her hard and fast. Deeper and deeper. Kayla doesn’t talk much, leaning into her submissive role, but her moans are loud, guttural, and cut off with‘yes’.‘Fuck’.‘More’.
She feels incredible, and though I’d love it to last longer, I know we have all week to take advantage of each other. When I’m not sure I can hold off much longer, I flip her over and thrust straight back in, moving one hand to her clit and yanking the mask off with the other.
“Get there now, baby. Come on my cock.”
She grabs at her breasts, hips bucking up to meet my every thrust, and I watch my girl throw her head back at the exact moment she tightens around me and lets her orgasm take over. I grab her thighs and pull her tight onto me, holding her in place while my cock explodes, jet after jet pulsing into her warm pussy.
“Holy fuck,” she pants, beautiful and glowing. She stares up at me and swallows hard. “What… the fuck… was that?”
Chapter 42
Ryan
After I clean herup, Kayla lies sideways across the bed, staring up at me with her head on my stomach. With my eyes closed, I stroke one hand through her hair, and let the fingers on my other hand weave in and out of hers. I can’t imagine life in any other world would be better than this.
“Ryan?” she whispers.
“Yeah, baby?”
“What’s wrong with us?”
My eyes snap open. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that was the hottest thing we’ve ever done and what does it mean when I get off on you breaking into my bedroom, and you get off on me telling you shit I’ve done with other guys.”
I sit back against the headboard and pull her up until she’s laying in my arms, her cheek pressed to my chest.
“There’s nothing wrong with us, Kayla. We're just two filthy freaks who shouldn't be living on opposite sides of the world. What are you feeling?”
“Shame, I guess.”
“You don’t need to feel ashamed or guilty or embarrassed or anything negative at all, babe. Everything you like is good, and I’m into it too. I’d tell you if I wasn’t, and you know you can change your mind any time.”
I lose track of time staring at her, stroking her loose strands of hair away from her face.
“We’re not like other couples,” I tell her. “I've never been like this with other people.”
“No, I’m not either,” she sighs.
“Well, I’m honoured to be the man who gets to see all the sides of you. The inside, the outside. The backside.” I reach down and give it a playful smack, hoping it doesn’t hurt after the rougher ones from earlier. “Especially fond of that side.”
“You came early,” she whispers, stroking my face as if she’s checking I’m really here.
“Yeah, well, once you’ve travelled halfway across the world to see someone, it seemed stupid to stop only three hours away.”
She hums softly and flutters her eyes closed. I wrap my arms a little tighter and pull the blankets up over us. It’s a warm night, but I’ve always loved being cocooned with her.
“It was like my body knew you were closer than usual. I couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t sit still. Couldn’t eat or think about anything except how much I wanted to be here with you.”
“That’s almost romantic,” she laughs.
“Hey, I can be romantic.”
