He’s bigger than the toy I rode for him before, though I’m so wet I’m not meeting any resistance. “A-ah,” I moan, finally sitting down as far as it can go.
Holy shit. He’s inside me. Like…actually.
My eyes open, naturally attempting to look down, but he grasps my hair and keeps my face up to his. “Just look at me. How do you feel?”
“I…” I feel good…I think. I don’t feel as anxious…but now I’m a little scared to move. But I feel impressed that I did it on my own. And I feel…full. In the best way possible.
“Move, Layla. Fuck me like you did your toy. I’m just here for the show.”
I crash my lips onto his, desperate to feel him on me. To smell him. To feel completely smothered by him so that he’s all that takes over my mind. I can taste the mixture of him and my juices, and he moans into my mouth. I move myself up, his thick length rubbing against every wall, and I feel lost in him.
It’s a blur; a mess of sweaty skin and ungodly noises take over the silence in the room. I move up and down on him as his hand on my ass guides me. I open my eyes again and wrap my arms around his neck.
I didn’t know sex was this intimate. Porn just doesn’t do this justice. The way you can lock eyes with someone and not need to say a word? We’re speaking completely with our bodies, and it feels so good to be this close to someone. To trust someone implicitly and have no barriers between us.
“Fuck, I can feel your cunt gripping me. You going to cum on my cock, baby? Take what you need, I’ve got you.”
That was all I needed, and I grind myself back and forth as he helps lift me up and back down; both of us chasing our release. I cry out when it finally hits me, and it only takes him a couple seconds after. He pushes me down fully on his lap and pushes himself inside me as his cum fills me.
God…that was amazing. Better than amazing. I feel on top of the world.
Wait.
He just…came inside me.
“Kane?”
“What’s wrong?” His question is immediate, and I realize I made him think he did something wrong. Well…he kind of did, right? I mean, is it my fault? I know nowadays girls are always on some form of birth control, but I never saw a reason to be, considering.
“No! Nothing! I mean uh…you just, I mean I didn’t think about it, but we didn’t use a condom.”
His eyebrows raise, and he suddenly realizes what I’m insinuating. “Shit, I guess I didn’t think about it. You’re not…?” I shake my head, not needing him to finish his question. “I’m sorry, that’s my fault. We can figure it out in the morning, alright?”
I nod, and he pats my thigh, signaling for me to get up. Once I do, he gets off the bed, putting himself back in his pants. “You’re staying, then? Until morning?”
“Pull my arm, why don’t you,” he jokes, walking off into my bathroom.
Holyshit. He’s really staying. We just…and he…
What does he mean in the morning, anyway? I’m not sure how I feel about taking a pill like that. Is it okay to just risk it? Maybe it wouldn’t happen after one time anyway. Or does he mean we’ll figure it out in the morning, because we need a permanent solution? I mean, we might have more sex, right? I sit back in bed, smiling to myself like an idiot as I clutch my comforter and pull it up to my chest. I really had sex. With Kane.
When he comes back out, I can’t help but let my eyes excitedly rake down his now barely clothed body. “Up. You should go to the bathroom before you go to sleep.”
“Why?” I ask, already moving to get up.
“Because I said so. Every time you have sex, you do that, got it?”
“Okay,” I agree, walking past him. I guess I have a lot to learn still…but I’m happy Kane is the one teaching me everything.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I’ve Finally Found You
KANE
When she comes back, I’m already getting myself into her small bed, which must be fucking twin-sized. It’s fine. I can’t leave, even if I’ll be uncomfortable all night. I don’t even think I’ll be able to leave her again at this point.
She climbs in beside me, and I wrap my arm around her to hold her while we lay on our sides. “Sorry, my bed is probably a little small.”