She looked stunned, overwhelmed as she met my gaze. Her skin was flushed, and she was breathing fast. Her fingers played with my hair, and she kissed my ear, then my temple, and for some reason those two meaningless gestures fulfilled some of my longing. I sank down on top of Kiara and breathed harshly against her throat. I got on my knees for more leverage and kept thrusting, hoping it would fill that hole in my stomach, would satiate the deep hunger of my soul, but even as I came with a violent jerk and my cock softened, the longing remained wedged in my chest.
Kiara started to shudder under me, but I kept thrusting even as her walls tightened from the force of her orgasm. Everything about her made my body react, made me long for something impossible, for something foreign and inexplicable. I reached between us and rubbed Kiara’s clit then latched onto her nipple, sucking and nibbling as I drove her into the bed with long, hard thrusts.Įven her smell opened the hole in my chest wider.
I had always been in control, but I couldn’t control this.
Again, that same ache for something I didn’t understand. My lips found hers as I slammed into her, and she returned my gaze with a burning need of her own. It felt like relief, an outlet for the pressure. I pulled out and thrust back into Kiara, and her nails dug into my back, leaving scratches. Why suddenly every look from Kiara made my insides explode with fire, almost painfully but good too. My chest was tight, my stomach hollow, and I wasn’t sure what was going on. Like she was the only thing that could satisfy a hunger unlike anything I’d ever felt. I had never felt like this, like I needed to consume Kiara completely. I forced myself to wait a couple of heartbeats, allowed her body to adapt, forced down the raging flood of need in my body. I shuddered, needing more, needing it fast, needing to get rid of the sudden pressure on my chest that had never been there before. I slid in without pause, until her pussy touched my pelvis. Even if I wanted to exert dominance and not gentleness.īut I needed to be inside her. She tugged me down for a kiss, and I allowed her this small sliver of control, even if I was longing for something harder, darker. The closeness would calm her, not unsettle her, and I felt her body become even softer under me. She was wet and soft, even though she had been anxious about this position because it made her feel like she had no control, because my physical strength intimidated her. Her hands curled around my shoulders, holding on to me, and I grabbed my cock and guided it toward her pussy. Kiara looked up at me with trust that I had no trouble reading in her eyes. If this was what he needed, I could give it to him. “It’s okay,” I whispered, because I wanted to console him in any way I could.
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