Until Harry(46)

Kale didn’t let up, and if possible he sucked harder, causing my back to arch off the bed as white spots dotted my vision. I momentarily stopped breathing as a wave of pure ecstasy slammed into my body in the form of delicious pulses that throbbed between my thighs.

This only lasted ten or so seconds, but for that short amount of time I was in complete bliss.

I blinked my eyes open when I felt the mattress dip, and watched as Kale climbed onto the bed and hovered over me. He grinned down at me and lowered his head to mine.

“I want you for breakfast every day.”

I felt my face flush with heat, and it seemed a little juvenile to be embarrassed considering the orgasm he’d just given me, but I couldn’t help the colour that stained my cheeks.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my body trembling. “Having the same thing to eat every day can get boring.”

“Not this chosen meal,” Kale growled, and covered my mouth with his.

I was very aware of where his mouth had just been, and tasting myself on his lips and tongue was so erotic that the aching pulse between my thighs that Kale had soothed came back with a bang.

“Kale,” I groaned into his mouth.

He hummed back in response before detaching his lips from mine and nudging me into an upright position. I was momentarily confused about what he was doing until he lifted my arms and the fabric of my crop top slid over my head, causing me to gasp with surprise.

Kale chuckled as he reached around and unclipped my bra. The straps fell down my arms, and my breasts were exposed when he tugged the material away from me completely. I was bare in both flesh and heart.

Breathe, just breathe, my mind soothed. You want this. No, you need this.

I repeated the thought over and over as Kale laid me back on the bed and moved his body over mine.

“Lane,” he murmured.

I swallowed and looked up at him.

“I can’t tell what is real and what’s not right now,” he breathed. “So tell me now loud and clear if you don’t want this.”

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.