My heart almost burst with love for him; his consideration for me meant everything.
“I want this,” I assured him. “Trust me.”
“My Lane,” he whispered as he rubbed his nose against mine.
I could smell the whisky on his breath, and the urge for me to taste his lips again consumed me. I reached up and gripped onto his biceps. “Please, don’t stop.”
Kale looked down at me, his eyes clouded with lust. “Is this real?” he whispered, and lifted his hand. He touched my cheek with his index finger to make sure I was really there with him. I nodded as my eyes welled up with tears. “Yeah, pup. It’s real.”
He began to tremble. “Is . . . is this okay with you?” he asked, and shakily pressed himself between my legs.
I began to tremble too, but with anticipation.
“Yes,” I whispered and opened my legs wider. “This . . . this is what I want. You are what I want, what I’ve always wanted.”
I couldn’t believe I’d admitted that out loud.
“Lane,” he whispered again, and leaned his face down to mine. “Can I have you?”
My heart warmed, and my stomach exploded into a mess of fluttering butterflies. “All of me,” I murmured. “You have all of me.”
You always have, a voice in my head whispered.
With a groan, Kale ran his fingers down my slit until he felt how ready I was for him, and then he lined himself up with my entrance, and just before he thrust forward, he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
I didn’t know what he was apologising for until I felt a sharp pain tear through me as he embedded himself within my body. I gasped, squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my hands into fists. I tried to breathe through the sudden hurt, but I wasn’t expecting it to sting as much as it did.
“Jesus Christ,” Kale breathed and leaned his face down to mine. He let his lips hover above my mouth for a few seconds before I gently pressed against them. I parted my lips and nervously slid my tongue into Kale’s mouth, tangling it with his. This was the first time I had initiated a kiss with him, and I was so worried I would mess it up, but thankfully he took control of it, and I quite happily followed his lead.
I was thankful for the kiss because it distracted me from the pain between my legs, which stung with Kale’s every thrust. I was about to throw in the towel, when I suddenly groaned into his mouth and the sting began to lessen, and the aching pulse from before began to take over my senses.
Yes, I thought as the pain I felt faded away and pleasure mounted.
I moved my mouth in sync with Kale’s and ground my pelvis upward when the kiss, and friction of Kale’s thrust, caused the growing throb between my legs to intensify.
I locked my ankles around the back of his knees, and gripped onto his shoulders as he put some of his weight down on me. He removed his mouth from mine and brought his lips to my jaw, where he trailed kisses down my jawline and onto my neck.
“You feel . . . Fuck.”
He sounded like he was in bliss.
I wanted to reply, but I was ticklish and he was breathing on and kissing my neck, so I was squeamishly trying to pull away from his lips as they pressed against my skin. I was about to tell him to stop, but what left my mouth was a loud groan. He sucked on my neck harder, and the sensation caused my back to arch and goosebumps to break out over my body.
“Oh, God,” I panted, and rolled my eyes shut as an orgasm consumed me and slammed into my body like a train. I felt my eyes roll back as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over me until I was nothing but sensation.
Kale growled against my neck when I came down from my high, and then pulled up off me. “Lane . . . I can’t wait.”
I opened my eyes and I saw him. All of him. And I loved what and who I saw.
“So don’t,” I urged him.
His gaze locked on me, and there was something different about it. I felt incredibly beautiful in that moment and knew I would remember for the rest of my life the look of need in Kale’s eyes for me.
Not want. Need.
“I don’t have a condom, but I’ll pull out. I promise.”
A condom. I didn’t even think about a condom. My mother’s “talk” last year reflected in my mind. She made me swear never to have intercourse without protection, but Kale’s promise was protection enough for me. I trusted him in every way possible.
“I trust you.”
Kale shuddered. “I – God, I’ve wanted this for so long with you.”
He had? My eyes bugged out of my head, but I managed to keep my cool.
“Me too,” I replied, my heart going into overdrive against my chest. “I’ve always wanted you.”
Kale closed his eyes and hummed in response. I gasped as he pulled out of me and used the head of his length to rub over my pulsing bundle of nerves. I was about to ask him to do it again, but he seemed to know what I wanted, because he did it without direction.
I groaned.
Kale watched me for a moment, then dipped back inside me. He leaned his head down to mine and covered my mouth with his. He kissed me long and deep, and just as I fell into his kiss, he pulled out of me and thrust back just as fast.
“Oh!” I moaned.
Kale growled and thrust into me harder, heightening the pleasure and the volume of my moaning. The soothing pleasure turned to heated magic. My entire body was alive and singing with delight.
“Lane,” Kale almost roared. “I’m sorry. I can’t hold back – you feel too good.”
I wrapped my arms around him. “It’s okay.”
A few rapid thrusts later and Kale pulled out of my body, groaning out loud as spurts of hot liquid jetted onto the sheet next to me. When he finished his release, he stared down at himself for a few moments before he collapsed on top of me. His weight wasn’t crushing; I could still breathe, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. I didn’t care, though. This was my version of heaven, and I didn’t want anything about it to ever change.
I remained under Kale for a few minutes until his weight started to hurt.
“Kale,” I murmured.
Silence.
I frowned. “Kale?”
Again, silence.
I grunted. “Kale?”
I gasped when a snore responded to my calls.
He couldn’t be. There was no way he was asleep, he was still on top of me, for God’s sake! “Kale Hunt,” I rumbled, my patience wearing thin, “you better answer me.”
He groaned against my chest, then rolled off me. I looked to my left and found him on his back, out cold. I gawked at him, not understanding how he could fall asleep so quickly.
He was still naked as the day he was born! I was too, and I was sporting the evidence of Kale’s release on my body. I looked over at him and found that he was too. When he fell forward onto me, his leg hung off me for a moment and pressed against the sheet he’d ruined, rubbing the aftermath of our lovemaking onto his skin before he transferred it to mine.
Even though it was only a little bit on us both, I grimaced.
I wasn’t a prude. The idea of a man’s come didn’t bother me, so Kale’s come definitely wouldn’t, but never mind that he was the love of my life, I was not leaving it on my skin, or his, any longer than need be. I stood up from the bed and scurried over to the open door that led to a nicely decorated en suite. I gathered some tissues, soaked them with water and washed down my thigh as well as gently cleansing between my legs.
I was a little startled to see blood on the tissue as I was cleaning myself up, but I reminded myself that bleeding was normal after having sex for the first time. It wasn’t much anyway, so I wasn’t concerned in the slightest. After I finished cleanin
g myself up, I gathered some wet and dry tissues and, back in the bedroom, did the same for Kale, who didn’t move a muscle.
He was snoring his head off, and I didn’t know why, but I was a little bit angry with him. I hadn’t known what to expect from Kale when I bumped into him earlier, but ending up in a bedroom, admitting we liked one another and having sex with him definitely was not it. However, I had hoped we would stay awake and talk and cuddle afterwards. Him falling straight to sleep was not on the agenda, not for me anyway.
When I got him all cleaned up, I quickly got under the covers of the bed and pulled them over him to keep him warm. When I was settled next to him, I lay on my side, still and quiet for what must have been an hour or even two, just simply staring at him in awe.
I couldn’t believe I finally had what I’d wanted my whole life.
My Kale.
I had him, and for the life of me, I never wanted to let him go. I scooted closer to him, careful not to wake him up. I hesitated for a moment but decided to put my nerves aside and lie on his chest.
With an enormous smile on my face, I closed my eyes, blocked out the sound of the party downstairs and focused on Kale’s breathing. Oddly, his snores helped lull me into a relaxed state, and not long after, I fell into darkness, with a full and happy heart.
I never wanted this moment to end.
I blinked my eyes open when I heard a door slam, and then flinched when shouting voices followed loud laughter. It was dark, and for a fleeting moment I had no idea where I was, until I looked down to my left.
Kale.
Visions of kissing him, touching him and making love to him came tumbling back to me and put an instant smile on my face. I relaxed next to him and found he was on his side facing me. I simply gazed at the perfection that was before me. It wasn’t a dream. I’d really had sex and slept in a bed with Kale.
Oh, my God.
My heart was so happy I could have burst into song. My stomach was aflutter, and my body was shaking. Adrenaline was surging through my veins, and all because I woke up next to Kale. He gave me a high like none other, and I loved it. I loved him.
I looked past Kale’s body to the clock on the dressing table next to the bed and saw it was after five in the morning. I listened out for music but couldn’t hear it any more. I could hear distant laughter and voices, though, which told me the party was still going strong.