Page 43 of Bearing Secrets
He groaned in her ear as the rest of him slid inside, both their bodies quaking slightly. It wasn’t long after that before they were rocking against one another, every thrust of his dick making her lose her sense of awareness a little more.
At one point, Kirell grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed over her head. He held them there tightly, but not so aggressively that she felt scared.
“Harder,” she begged, thrusting her hips up to him without warning.
Kirell bit his lip as they crashed together with unexpected force. She didn’t care, her body was close to reaching the peak now and she knew what she wanted.
He gave it to her. Leaning over her more, Kirell fucked her harder, just like she’d wanted.
And faster.
Her cries filled the room. In an attempt to silence her, Kirell covered her mouth with his own, but she couldn’t stop. It felt too damn good, and her entire body was coming alive as she approached the edge like a speeding locomotive. There was no slowing now.
“Just like that,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
Kirell didn’t.
The world went white and her back spasmed, curving her up and away from the bed as she lost all control. Ripping one hand free, she rubbed it across her clit, heightening the sensation as it slammed into her.
Through her shaking and shuddering, Kirell continued to thrust, not stopping until she fell back, gasping for air. Then, and only then did he withdraw. Natalia gasped as seemingly molten-hot liquid splattered across her from her mound to her chest.
Forcing her eyes to focus she watched his face, seeing it change with every contraction that sent more of his seed across her exposed skin, until—finally—he was spent. One final shiver made its way through his body and then he fell onto the bed next to her, his massive chest heaving as he gasped for air.
“That was hot,” she whispered, the only words that came to her mind as she lay there covered in tiny beads of sweat and much thicker fluid as well.
“Give me a moment and then I’ll get the shower running so we can get you cleaned up.”
Natalia smiled as he fell back, his words evidently taking all the strength he had for the moment.
“No rush,” she replied in the same tired voice. “I need a moment as well. That was intense.”
Kirell could only nod.
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Strong hands and a soft touch slowly washed away all traces of their frenzied session.
She was experiencing a different side of him now, and Natalia was enjoying the gentle soapy caresses as Kirell cleaned away his mess. He was using it as an excuse to explore her body entirely, but she didn’t mind. She liked the way he touched her, the way he felt against her. It was good. It worked.Theyworked.
It’ll make this act that much easier to maintain, since I won’t have to be faking being able to stomach him.
After all, that was all it was. A paid partnership; it just so happened to work out that neither of them was an asshole the other hated.
Kirell kissed the sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck, letting the water falling from the ceiling wash away the last of the soap. “There, all clean,” he said, giving her shoulder a gentle nip with his teeth.
She tried to turn and swat at him playfully, but his arms wrapped her up, pushing her against the wall so he could kiss her on the lips.He does a very thorough job of that.She finally pushed him away gently, not because she wasn’t enjoying it, but because she felt a strange obligation to return the favor and scrub him down.
Careful. Don’t get too comfortable with him.
Natalia had no intentions of that, but she was having fun, and there was no harm in it. Snatching the shower sponge from his hands, she added some bodywash and lathered it up, pushing him back out of the rainfall showerhead so she could work.
Starting with his shoulders, she scrubbed his body down in slow concentric circles, admiring the defined lines. It was impossible to notice just how big and bulky he was, but it seemed like there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. His biceps were huge, and she had a brief moment of biting her lip while she washed them, but it was almost overwhelming. Everywhere she touched, it was rock hard muscle. He must work out like a fanatic.
“What’s this?” she asked, running her hands over his ribs, noticing a big black mark on one side, but an ugly purplish-yellow bruise on the other. “This black mark looks like it’s fresh, from your fight. But what about this one?” Her fingers traced the outline of the nasty bruise.
“Another fight.”
Something in his voice caused her head to snap up, just in time to see him force the sadness from his eyes. Whatever it was, she’d touched on something delicate. Gazing into his eyes, letting herself get lost in the deepness of the blue, she almost asked him about it.
