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"But ... you like girls!" Not the most brilliant of things to say to the man whose arms you'd just woken up in, I know. But I was feeling off balance. Opening my eyes and looking straight into Kisten's looking back at me so possessively was unnerving to say the least.
He ran his hand down my bare back and smirked. "I think we've established that I like guys, too." I blushed profusely at the reminder of just a few hours ago and grinned back at him, suddenly shy. He smiled back, his twilight eyes darkening as he leaned in to kiss me. It started light, quickly deepening, and just as I was letting myself drift into it he suddenly leapt up, pulling me with him.
"Huh?"
"Come on baby, you need a shower!"
I protested weakly, but let him drag me into the bathroom. We spent the rest of the day together, rarely more than an arm's length apart. We curled up on the couch to watch a movie after dinner. Or, more accurately, a movie played in the same room as us, as we paid more attention to each other than the TV. I fell asleep there on the couch, in his arms.
The next day, I woke up alone in the bed. Startled, I opened my eyes to find Kat perched on the end of the bed, grinning at me like a maniac. I nearly whimpered. Not that I don't love her, but a maniacal Kat before coffee? Was I bad in a previous life?
"Good morning darling. Do you know you have the world's worst hickey? Best remind lover boy that you look awful in turtle-necks." Suddenly she gave up all pretence at normality, throwing her arms around me. "Oh, Deke! I'm so happy for you! Not to mention jealous as hell! That boy is hot enough to make the dead stand up and beg for it."
Smirking back at her, I whole-heartedly agreed. Wait ... "Where is he? And why are you in my bed instead of him? Hey! Naked here!" (What can I say, no coffee equals slow brains.) I belatedly pulled the sheet up to my chin. Kat just laughed at me (as usual).
"Lover, it may have been a few years, but I've seen everything you got, remember? I already know you're pretty! Now get up; throw something on to cover your modesty; for gods' sake brush your teeth; and I'll bring you some coffee." With that, she was out of the room. Glancing at the clock, I was astounded to see that it was late morning. Kist must already be at work. Mmmm, Kist ... Thoughts of him stayed with me as I pulled on some boxers and went through the morning bathroom ritual.
I was standing at the sink, grinning at the mirror when Kat came back.
"Since when did you start wearing boxers? You're a briefs guy."
Blushing, I replied defensively. "A guy can change his mind, you know?" (Fuck, she'll never let me live it down.) She stared at me for a second.
"A certain sexy someone wouldn't happen to think you look good in them, would he?" Damnit. I blushed even more. My only hope now was to distract her. Think quick, Deke.
"Hey, is that my coffee?" (Smooth, I know). She wasn't fooled. Thankfully she managed to put the coffee down before she fell about laughing her arse off at me.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about Kist. Around lunch, I suddenly had a thought: what if he changed his mind? What if I wasn't ... enough? The rest of the day was torment, as I worried and stressed. Kat gave up on me and went out somewhere, leaving me anxiously sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come home. Finally, his car was in the drive, and his footsteps on the veranda. I stood nervously, waiting to see his reaction. He walked through the door, obviously looking for me. Spotting me near the couch, his face lit up, and he bounded across the floor in two huge leaps, taking me into his arms and kissing me senseless. Sometime later, he finally pulled back, both of us breathless and panting.
"Honey, I'm home." I stared at him in shock for a few seconds longer, before we both burst into laughter.
Dinner that night with Kat went much better than the last time, all of us managing to leave together. I had a brief flash of deja vu when I went to the bathroom at one point, and came back to see Kat and Kist with their heads together, deep in discussion, which was broken off abruptly when they saw me. I stood there, hands on hips, looking at the two of them.
"What are you two up to?" Kat looked far too smug for this to be good.
"Nothing, Deke, can't we have a little chat; get to know one another better, without you getting all paranoid?" I just looked at her.
"No." (Was that final enough? Is `HELL NO, YOU BITCH!!' too much?)
"Well, too bad. Now sit down. Kist, make him sit down." Obediently, Kist held out his hand for mine, and pulled me back down beside him. I opened my mouth to yell at them both, but his lips on mine stopped my words, my brain, and the whole world. Kisten Blair was kissing me. On the lips. In front of the gods, the universe and the entire restaurant. Some time later, I regained my senses, and opened my eyes. Twilight eyes looked back directly into mine, and beyond them, Kat's sparkling blue eyes. With my brain still on hold, all I could do was sit and grin, muttering `wow' to myself. It didn't help when Kat and Kist burst out laughing. Great: already, it starts.
Kat finally managed to calm down. "Oh, Deke, sweetie, the look on your face. Lover boy must be one hell of a kisser!" I suddenly didn't like the way this was going, and moved protectively in front of him. Although, what I could do against the might of her highness, I had no idea.
"Back away from my man Kat, and I won't have to get hurt here. You know I don't share." Naturally, both of them found this hilarious.
Kisten looked Kat over speculatively. "Hmm, I did used to have a thing for redheads ... ooomphf." My elbow making contact with his ribs brought that train of thought to a sudden halt. Luckily for him, his next words redeemed him, as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him.
Whispering into my ear and nibbling on my neck, he said: "You should know; I don't share either. You're mine now, and I plan to keep you." What's a guy to do when the man of his dreams says something like that? Kiss him thoroughly and signal for the check, then drag him home to ravish? Mmmm, sounds like a plan.
Damn, that boy can kiss.
The three of us walked home, chatting amicably. Once back at the house, Kat yawned dramatically, winked at us and said "Well, I'm beat. You boys keep the noise down tonight, you hear? I'll see you tomorrow!" With that, she vanished into my room, closing the door firmly behind her. I love that girl.
Kisten and I were left standing in the living room. Looking up at him, I was suddenly shy. "So, uhh, looks like I've been evicted from my own room. Know someplace else I could sleep tonight?"
He gave me the most evil smirk I've ever seen on someone not Kat, and said: "Sleep? Not a clue. But I do know somewhere where you can definitely not sleep."
Oh, thank the gods.
With that, his mouth was on mine again, and he walked us backwards, down the hall, and into his room, our clothes littering the hallway behind us. Kicking the door closed, he pushed me up against it, rubbing his body on mine. Our bodies ignited, and again the world disappeared. Time and the universe melted away from the heat of our passion, leaving only the sensation of his body against mine, his mouth on mine, his hands on me. Finally wrenching his mouth away, he rested our foreheads together and gazed, panting, into my eyes. Looking into his eyes from a mere inch away, my world was darkness and twilight.
"Deke, I know you've never been with a guy before, and I don't want to do anything to hurt you, so tell me if we're doing something you're not comfortable with, okay? But I want to make love to you, and I want to be inside you." I stiffened slightly. I wanted that, I did; but I wasn't sure that I was ready. He pulled his head back and looked into my eyes from a more comfortable distance.
"It's okay baby, I didn't mean right now. There's no hurry here. When it feels right, we'll do it. You have to know I'll never do anything to hurt you."
I looked into his eyes for a long moment. "I know," I said, pulling his head back to mine before things got messy again.
I woke up late the next morning in Kisten's arms. This time, I was awake before him. Bliss shot through me as I looked over at the sleeping form of my lover. Lover ... no, not quite, but soon, very soon. An evil grin broke over my face as I contemplated how to wake my man. Slipping beneath the sheets, I faced the object of my deliberations. His thick morning wood jutted out from his body, inviting me to do my worst as I contemplated my next move. Despite never having done this before, I figured I'd seen enough porn to figure out the basics. Slowly, eyes on Kisten's face, I lowered my mouth over the head, darting my tongue into the slit, lapping at his skin. Kisten's eyes fluttered as a murmur escaped from his mouth.
"Deacon..." Incredibly; he slept on, his body reacting unconsciously to my oral machinations. I twirled my tongue up and down his shaft, mouthing it gently. Lightly flicking my tongue over the head, his hips thrusting softly upwards. Feeling wicked; I dragged the flat of my tongue over the vein from base to tip, then wrapped my hand around him and sucked him into my mouth. I could only get the first few inches in before triggering my gag reflect, so I resolved to practice, and went back to work on what I could. Sucking him like a lollipop, his movements became more and more fevered. Suddenly, his eyes flew open and his hands gripped my hair, encouraging me in my endeavours. I ran my free hand up his body to gently pull on his nipple. The only sounds in the room were his moans and my sucking, until his back arched impossibly up from the bed, his near-scream ripping the air as he emptied into my mouth. I smirked up the length of his body as he fell back onto the bed, sated.
"Good morning Kist. How did you sleep?" He cracked one eye open, looking at me incredulously as I continued to smirk at him. He grinned back, and the next thing I knew, I was on my back in a flurry of limbs, his hard body pressed the length of mine.
"Mmmm, baby," he drawled. "That has to be the best wake up call I've ever had. How about I return the favour?"
"Gee...let me think about it. Shower or oral sex? Shower or oral sex? Hmmm..."
He grinned down at me. "How about oral sex in the shower?" With that, he leapt off the bed, pulling me with him into the bathroom. With barely a pause, I was in the shower, back against the wall, water beating down on my chest, gasping for air as Kisten licked, sucked and nibbled his way down my body. The sensations were incredible, like a warm, moist cyclone centred on my groin. He held my hips firmly against the wall as he knelt before me, mouth busy. My conscious mind packed up and handed the keys over to my body as I helplessly bucked my hips into the heat, a mindless slave to his every whim. Head thrown back, screaming my release to the universe, I exploded in his mouth before my knees buckled and I went down, falling into his lap. Slowly, my mind ventured back, and I opened my eyes to be lost in the darkness of Kisten's as he grinned possessively down at me. Then he was kissing me again, hungrily.
"Gods, you're sexy when you cum Deke, did you know?" Laughing at my blush, he dragged me up onto my feet to finish our shower.
We staggered out to the kitchen late in the morning, and were met by Kat, grinning in a particularly evil way that I started blushing before she even spoke.
"So... Looks like you two are getting along well, if the sounds of hot man sex I could hear all night and again this morning were anything to go by."
"Bitch. You're just jealous," I muttered at her as I tried desperately to control my crimson face. That was a mistake. She looked Kisten over in minute detail from head to toe, quirking an eyebrow at him.
"Jealous that you snagged one of the hottest guys that I've ever seen? Damn straight lover! Err, or not, in your case." She smirked at us both, then softened, coming over to hug me. "But baby, I'm so happy for you. It's about damn time someone else saw how special you were. Even if he did take forever to do anything about it, not to mention forcing me to come all the way across the country to motivate things." The abashed look on Kisten's face as he realised what she was saying made me crack up. Laughing, I pulled them both into a hug, wrapping my arms around their waists and resting my head on Kisten's shoulder. After a few minutes, the tranquillity was shattered as someone pinched my arse. I yelped and leapt out of their embrace, spinning around to face them. Twin expressions of angelic innocence greeted me.
"Who the hell pinched me?" As one, Kat and Kist each pointed at the other, then burst out laughing. At me, I strongly suspect. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I muttered a few choice words about fair-faced demons and glared at them both. "Right. You two are so being separated. Kist, go make us some breakfast. Lunch. Whatever the hell meal is around this time. Kat, you go set the table." I stomped out to check the mail, throwing one last instruction over my shoulder. "And no talking to each other!" Their hysterical peals of laughter followed me all the way across the front lawn to the mailbox. When I got back, Punch and Judy were gossiping about me as they moved around the kitchen preparing our meal. I just sat and watched my two favourite people in the whole world bond with each other, a big grin on my face. Life was good.
During the meal, Kat suddenly looked over at me seriously. "What's up Kat?"
She smiled at me and said "You're happy."
I looked at her curiously. "Yes, of course I am, so?"
"No baby boy, you're really happy. I've been so worried about you for the past few months. Every time I talked to you, I could how much you wanted him. Not to mention that every other sentence was Kisten this' or Kisten that'. You were so in love with him, and as far as we both knew, he was straight. I couldn't see any good coming out of it, so I decided to come down here and sort you out. I don't know, throw lover boy there out on his arse, find you a man or something. Anything to keep you from getting any more hurt. You have no idea how ecstatic I was to see the sheer jealousy on his face when he found us hugging in the hallway, or to see how he looked at you. It was so clear that you two were hot for each other, you were both just too stupid to see it in the other. SOMEONE had to do something. You may thank me now."
Kist and I stared at her in amazement. Kist cleared his throat and glanced at me for a second before speaking. "Errr..."
Kat sighed. "Repeat after me, boys: Oh, magnificent and beautiful Lady Kat, we beseech your forgiveness for our stupidity, and beg you accept our meagre but utmost appreciation for your insight."
That did it, we all cracked up. I tumbled off my chair onto my knees and bowed in front of her highness. "Forgive us mere mortals, my lady, for we are but humble servants to the gloriousness that is you." Kat sniffed, then held out her hand as if for me to kiss. I took it and bowed low over it, before licking a wet stripe up the back. She shrieked and shoved me away, wiping her hand on her jeans. By this point, Kisten was howling with laughter, clutching his sides and rocking on his chair.
Finally, we all pulled ourselves back together and turned back to our meal. Wiping the tears from her eyes, Kat reached over and smacked my arm. "Hey! Ouch! Bitch!"
She smirked back at me. "Idiot."
Kisten leant over and lightly swiped her arm. "Watch it girlie, that man is mine. No one bruises him but me."
"I can see that," Kat sniggered looking at the mammoth hickey on my neck. Then she turned and smacked his arm too. "Girlie!? Girlie?! Did you just call me GIRLIE?!"
I laughed at the pair of them and cheerfully threw the man I loved to the wolves (err, wolf). "Uh oh Kisten, you did it now! You are so dead dude! Run while you still can!" Kist held up his hands in a placating gesture as he slowly backed away.
"I'd never call you girlie... girlie." With that, Kat howled and flung herself at him, chasing him around the house brandishing the pepper shaker for the next ten minutes. Finally, they calmed down and made their way back to the table to eat the remains of their now-cold meals.
"Anyway," said Kat, "As I was going to tell you, before I was so rudely interrupted by Chuckles over there," (a low snigger from Kisten earned him a Queen Kat death-stare), "Now that my work here done, I'll be heading home this evening. Can't leave the place too long, people start getting all sorts of crazy ideas, thinking they're allowed to touch my baby and stuff."
Kisten looked so startled at the mention of a baby, that I had to laugh. "Her motorbike, Kist. Kat has a bike she obsesses over."
"It's not an obsession. My baby is beautiful, and no one else appreciates her like I do." I rolled my eyes at Kat's usual response.
"Yes, yes, it's a bike. Wonderful. Now, what's this about you leaving tonight? You just got here."
"I know sweetie, but you two need some time alone, and my work here is done. It's time for me to help other little boys and girls."
Kist laughed at this. "Well, Mary Poppins, we'll miss you. Come on Deke, we have a few hours before Kat flies off on her umbrella. Let's go fly a kite. Or something." He laughed again. "We'll make her last few hours memorable, alright?"
Sad as I was at saying goodbye to Kat after seeing her for such a short time, I admit that I was excited to be alone in the house with Kist again. Much to my surprise, Kist dug up an old kite from somewhere, and we really did take it flying at a nearby park, instantly reverting back to our childhoods. (Kat was NOT a sharing kind of child. Go figure.) Watching Kist run around trying to get a big red kite up in the air, something clicked inside me. I wanted this man. Dear gods, I wanted this man. Exhausted, he collapsed down next to me on our picnic blanket, leaving Kat with the kite. I crawled on top of him, gently rubbing our crotches together and kissing his neck. Instantly, the darkness of lust swirled in his eyes and he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my head up to kiss me hard. When we were both panting, I drew back, and lightly rubbed my hand over his bulging jeans. Looking him straight in the eyes, I quirked my eyebrow and said two words: "I'm ready."
For a second, he looked confused, wondering what the hell I was talking about. Then my meaning hit him, and I watched his irises drown instantly in darkness. Fuck, I love his eyes. He pulled me back down with an almost-bruising force, and kissed the breath from my body. The world vanished into the darkness in his eyes once more.
We were snapped back by a foot prodding our prone bodies. Dazed, I turned to look at an amused Kat, standing over us, hands on hips. "Holy hell, you two are HOT together. You ever think about doing a porno movie, I want in on the deal!" Exaggeratedly fanning herself with her hands, Kat enjoyed embarrassing the hell out of me for the hour. Finally, it was time to take her to the airport. After some discussion, Kist decided to stay home so that Kat and I could have some time alone while I took her to the airport. Before I left him, I dragged him into the kitchen for a goodbye kiss, and a whispered promise: "Tonight."
When I got back from the airport a few hours later, the house seemed almost dark from the outside. Frowning, I parked the car in the garage and walking inside. A candle stood on the kitchen table with a card in front of it and the stereo remote beside it. The message was: `Press play and come into the bedroom.' Shrugging, I complied. Romantic music came on as I walked back to the bedroom, wondering what Kisten had planned for our night.
"Woah..." My jaw dropped as I walked in to the bedroom. The bed was made with what looked to be dark green satin sheets, and every stable surface supported a candle. With the curtains drawn and the air conditioning on, the room was lit by the flickering lights, and pleasantly cool. A blanket was laid out in front of the full length mirror in the corner and an assortment of things around it. At that point, the room faded away as Kisten walked out of the bathroom in all his naked glory. His skin glistened in the candlelight, obviously oiled down. I felt my head go light as all the blood in my body instantly rushed to my dick, and I had to grasp the door just to keep standing.
"Guh." (Oh, suave Deke. Now close your mouth before you drown in your own drool.) He prowled towards me, once more the sleek predator from the kitchen. The muscles moved under all that gleaming, oiled skin and all I could think was `shiny' as I panted and tried not to pass out or come or both at once. I watched him walk towards me, the darkness in his eyes prominent as he carefully placed one foot in front of the other. He was wound tight, every movement precisely planned and executed, raw animalism in motion. After an eternity of watching this god stalk me, he was finally standing in front of me, staring down into my eyes. I swallowed and looked back, well aware that I looked every bit the prey. He looked at me intently for a few minutes, then, as if whatever he saw assured him, he growled one word at me.
"Strip."
Without conscious dictation, my hands moved to my shirt, pulling it over my head, then to my jeans and boxers, pushing them to the floor before I stepped out of them and waited. My internal voices were at odds, some screaming to run; run now, before the predator ate me, while others thought that being eaten was a damn fine way to go, and I should just give up and be a willing sacrifice to the pagan god standing in front of me. One persistent voice just repeated `shiny' over and over again. I stood, trembling, poised on the brink of flight until Kisten stepped behind me and rubbed his body up against mine as he drew the door closed. He placed his hands firmly on my waist and nipped at my earlobe. Was it me, or was he actually growling softly? I could barely think anymore, and my breath was coming in harsh gasps, so unbelievably turned on that I thought I would die from the sheer NEED of it all.
Still silent, Kisten started pushing me forward across the room to the mirror. He placed me squarely in front of it, standing on the blanket. For a brief second, he was gone from behind me, and then he was back with something in his hands. I met his eyes in the mirror, watching the twilight darken more towards night. Finally, he spoke in a low rasp:
"Last chance Deacon Wolfe. After this there's no way I'm letting you go. Ever. Once I'm inside you, you're mine forever, just like I'm yours. If you don't want this, all you have to do is say no; walk away, either for now or for good. I won't stop you. If you're not ready, it's fine. No matter how much I want you, no matter how much I need you, I won't have you unwilling. You make me feel more complete than I ever have before. When I'm with you, my soul feels whole, and I understand things I never thought possible. When we're apart, it's like a gaping wound in my side, like my life is slipping away. It's so intense it scares the fuck out of me, but I accept it if it's the price of being with you." The reflection of his burning eyes gazing at me over my shoulder nearly undid me. I was becoming more and more unhinged, and was seriously worried that he would bring me to orgasm just by talking to me. Then his next words made everything still, like the universe held its breath. "I love you. I need you. Be with me tonight."
Fuck, he was hot.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again, looking into his eyes in the mirror. This was it. The rest of our lives starts with my next word.
"Yes."
At this, Kisten moaned, and brought his hands around in front of me. He'd poured more oil onto them at some point, and dragged them slowly down my chest. The sight in front of me was incredible. The image of his darker, oiled hands and arms, glistening softly as they moved down my paler skin, leaving glistening trails behind them was overwhelming. My eyes closed and I let my head fall back onto his shoulder.
He gasped out a laugh, then bit my neck lightly. "Watch" was all he said.
So I did. I watched in the mirror as his hands caressed my skin, playing with my nipples. I watched as his eyes watched mine over my shoulder. I watched as he lowered his mouth to my neck, still keeping his eyes on mine, and bit the skin. I watched as his hands drifted lower, over my writhing hips, to tangle in my pubic hair. I watched as his hands travelled on to grasp my cock. That was it. One touch and I exploded into his hand. My body arched out and jerked in his hold. He followed my movements with his own, keeping his body snug against my back, his cock rubbing between my cheeks. When the last drop was wrung from my over-heated body, I sagged to my knees, Kisten's support all that stopped me from planting my face into the floor. He knelt between my legs as he pulled me back against his chest and turned my chin to kiss me gently on the lips.
I was barely coherent, hell; I was barely conscious, but I knew I wanted more. Somehow, I managed to find the strength to communicate my need with him. "More".
Impossibly, his eyes darkened even further, and he gripped me tightly. "Are you sure? This can be enough for now." I knew he just wanted to be sure that it was what I wanted, but gods, the feeling of his hard cock burning against my arse was driving me insane. Even after that mind-blowing orgasm, I wanted more. I wanted his cock inside me, to feel every single inch of it sliding into my body as I screamed. Was I sure? Was he insane?
"More."
Once again his hands moved away, and came back re-lubricated. He kissed my shoulder gently, his whole demeanour gentle as one hand slid around my body to slip between my arse cheeks, and the other fisted my re-awakening cock. My knees were eased further apart, opening my legs and lowering my centre of gravity. My hands lifted to help, but he shook his head and bit me sharply. Kissing the spot to soothe, he murmured: "Just watch this time baby. Next time you can play all you want. This time I need it to be all about you." I could live with that.
I struggled to keep my eyes open and on the mirror as Kisten worked on my body. His finger rubbed at my entrance and his other hand roamed over my front, teasing and seducing. When he nibbled on my neck again, I groaned, relaxing enough that his finger slid into me. I tensed at the feeling, but soon relaxed again. He worked it in and out, twisting gently. Always, the hand in front distracted me from the other feelings. My eyes flicked from his hand back up to his face to see him watching me, twilight eyes blown to full darkness. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and so distracting that I barely noticed when he slipped a second finger into me, then a third.
I felt so full, almost uncomfortably so, until he hit that little spot that made my toes curl and my blood electrify. I writhed and moaned against his body, begging him to bring me. Finally, he dragged my head around to kiss me, forcing his tongue between my lips as he pulled me down to straddle his lap. The head of his cock rubbed at my entrance and he ran both his hands around in front of me in distraction. One went to my nipple, the other to my balls. The pressure of his hands on my body, his mouth on mine and his cock sliding into my body overwhelmed me, and I wrenched my head away to moan up at the ceiling in sheer pleasure. He paused when he was fully sheathed inside me, waiting for me to catch my breath and look back to the mirror. Finally, I did, lowering my gaze to our reflection.
Fuck. What an incredible sight.
He sat on his knees beneath me, my legs straddling his lap, his arms wrapped around my chest and waist. His eyes gleamed at me from my shoulder and I looked thoroughly debauched. As I watched, he spoke, his words penetrating the sexual haze encompassing my brain.
"Are you okay baby? I'm all the way inside you. My cock is in your tight little arse. You're mine now. Mine. You look so fucking hot like this. So fucking hot. All mine. Oh, fuck, you're so tight and hot. Feels like I was born to be right here, inside you. Mine."
His words wound me tighter and I started moaning and moving on him. He gripped my body tightly, forcing me to still. "Say it. Say you're mine Deke, say you're mine forever.
I whimpered at the feeling of him throbbing inside me, feeling his heartbeat inside me. From somewhere, I summoned enough coherency to gasp out what he needed to hear.
"Yours Kisten. Always... yours."
With a growl, he relaxed his hold on me, and pushed me up, lowering me back down. I picked up the rhythm, meeting his thrusts with my own, arching my body into his and away. The pressure built, along with our speed as each thrust rubbed against my sweet spot, beating it into submission. Neither of us was coherent by this point, meaningless grunts and moans permeating the air. In the mirror I could see his cock between my legs, watch it thrusting in and out of my body. I wrapped one arm up over my head and around his neck, holding on for dear life as I rode him.
It was too much; it wasn't enough. Every sense was overloaded, I could taste, see, smell-hear-feel him. Oh fuck, I could feel him. Pounding into me in desperation as I thrust back down onto him in equal need. In, out, up, down. All the time, feel him where none had ever been before. I could feel it coming, like a tidal wave cresting on the horizon, cresting higher and higher than any orgasm I'd ever had before. So close, nothing else mattered but Kisten moving inside me, wrapped around me. Just a bit more... Almost... Yes... Yes... KISTEN!
Finally, I lost sight of the mirror as I screamed his name to the universe. Blood pounding in my ears, I could hear, see, taste, smell nothing. All I could do was feel. Feel Kisten inside me, feel my body detonate, feel my mind abandon me. My whole body shuddered, clenching tighter around him, triggering his own release. Kisten pulsed inside me, and the universe held its breath as we climaxed almost together, one bringing the other, electrifying sensations shooting down my spine, through my blood. Together, we convulsed, him shooting inside me, me splattering the mirror that I had been watching so intently. Finally, after eternity, the blood faded from my ears, and the world restarted. When I regrouped, we were somehow stretched out on the floor, Kisten still inside me, spooned into my back. I must have blacked out; I'd certainly lost a chunk of time. He was stroking my hair, whispering to me softly.
"Love you. Love you so fucking much. You're mine forever baby; I'm never letting you go."
I groaned, feeling the exhaustion in my body, a feeling of being fully used. I could feel a throbbing in my arse that told me sitting would be a problem later. I tried to speak, but my throat was so hoarse from screaming that all I got was a hoarse grunt. I swallowed and tried again.
"Love you too Kist. That was fucking unreal. I like this sex thing. But how're we going to get to the bed?"
He burst into laughter. "Oh baby. I was hoping you'd carry me, I'm wiped. You totally wore me out."
I snorted. "Fat fucking chance. Let's just sleep here. I don't think I can move." I whimpered as Kisten slowly slid out of me, involuntarily clenching my muscles to hold on to him.
"So fucking good babe. So fucking good," he groaned, before dragging both of us to our feet and over to the bed. From somewhere he produced a towel and wiped us down, cleaning off the worst of the mess. I was asleep two seconds after curling into his side under the covers. The last thing I heard was Kisten muttering to me.
"You are so fucking perfect. How the hell did I get so lucky?" There was a smile on my face when sleep claimed me.
Oh wow, a third chapter. That only took 6 months. Lazy, moi? More like unmotivated. Until just yesterday, when I suddenly sat down and wrote 7 pages. Weird. Despite the time lapse, I hope that you all enjoyed the continuation of my story. Please feel free to write, tell me you liked it or it was boring, correct my grammar, compare this chapter the the previous two... but please! Flames destroy me! Take pity, be kind. :D
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