He spilled his cum into her, the most shameless and palpable evidence of his orgasm. Then, he fell on top of her, rolling to the other side of the bed and taking her with him, as their legs entangled, the sticky sweat of their bodies gluing them together. The aftermath of the lovemaking still processed in his brain, in his heart, in his body. He felt his eyelids grow heavy, his own defense mechanism to keep from confessing to a truth he was scared to admit—even if only to himself.
* * *
Kira felt a prickly sensation along the curve of her neck. Without opening her eyes, she hummed, soaking in the warmth, the delightful shiver running through her. Then, a stroke of a tongue near her earlobe.
She opened her eyes, surprised, and ferociously aroused. She lay on her side, and the man who had had sex with her hours ago lay behind her, a circumstance he was using to his complete advantage.
“Luc…” she said, her voice trailing off as he traced his tongue along her neck, then stretched his arm over her, his greedy hand grabbing one of her breasts and cupping it. A shot of arousal bolted straight to her pussy, her cream slicking her folds. “Oh, God, don’t stop,” she said, and he made a circular pattern around her nipple until the bud tightened achingly, a hot stir simmering behind her breastbone.
When he nipped her earlobe, she squirmed, undulating her hips against his, loving how hard his cock already was against her skin.
He spoke in French, his voice low and deep, sending tingles down her spine. Then, he caught her nipple between his thumb and index finger, squeezing it just enough to earn a long-winded moan.
He then lifted her hips and slightly parted her thighs, and began fucking her sideways, while whispering what she imagined was the dirtiest words in French, and playing with her tits, kneading them, then squeezing. A torturing mix of pain and pleasure, he’d cup her breast and squeeze the nipple, then when it throbbed in his palm, he’d let it go, massage it, like the aftercare of a BDSM session, only to start it all over again.
What is he doing with me?
He thrust his hard cock into her, with shallow, quick plunges, each time leaving her wanting more.
“More,” she pleaded, her voice raw. “More.”
“You’re so fucking sexy, Kira,” he said, kissing her cheek. Then, he gave her what she wanted, impaling her with deep, achingly hard thrusts that stole her breath away. “The way you move and the way you breathe… I could fuck you forever.”
His words pushed her over the edge, and she exploded in an orgasm that shook her from top to bottom.
Then, he released himself inside her, filling her, intertwining his hands with hers. Her heart did acrobatic numbers in her chest, and she felt more attuned to him than she’d ever been to anyone else. And that was a big fucking problem.