45. May 20th-21st

MAY 20TH-21ST

Kai

Ho-ly hell,horseshoes, and hand grenades, he's not kidding!

One hand was cradling her head, the other holding her leg tight to his hip, his weight pressing her down into the mattress, and his cock was making its presence clearly known. He made a noise that sounded like it might be a laugh.

"Oh, shit. I said something out loud again."

"You did. But I'm glad to know my dick has made a lasting impression on you." He bit her lower lip. "You compared me to the stud castle guard earlier. You just misunderstood, baby. I'm no guard. I'm the goddamn dragon."

And then he was on her again. She was so overwhelmed; his hands were everywhere, his mouth was everywhere, and she felt like she couldn't gather any air into her lungs.

"Taj!" she gasped. "Slow down." He reared his head back, and he started to let go of her as he began to move off of her, but she grabbed his wrist. She shook her head at him, her breath sawing in and out. "I didn't say ‘stop.' I said, ‘slow down.' I can't breathe."

His mouth turned up into a grin she'd seen only a few isolated times when they were working on the film. The one that made her blood boil. The one that made her feel like her skin was on fire. The one that made all her bodily fluids feel like they were rushing to her pussy because all other exits were blocked. "Slow down, hmmm?" He settled back into her body. His eyes locked onto hers. "I can totally do that," he murmured as his mouth came down onto hers, eyes open and holding her gaze. "Open for me, baby," he whispered against her lips.

Ever so gently, she felt the tip of his tongue. When she tried to curl her own around his, he retreated from her mouth, resorting to simply an openmouthed kiss. After a moment, he reattempted his entry and tender touch but retreated again when she tried to apply more pressure. He pulled back slightly, biting her bottom lip tenderly. "You said you wanted slow. So that's what you're getting. Be careful what you wish for." At her mewl of frustration, he trailed openmouthed kisses to the center of her throat, then down the front. His fingers worked agonizingly slow at sliding the long-sleeved tee up her body, gently exposing her breasts to him. The soft touch of the tip of his tongue along her centerline as he followed the path of her shirt, the tingling beginning between her thighs, and the rushing of her pulse all made Kai feel dizzy in a delicious way.

He smiled that carnal grin again and pressed a series of soft kisses in the valley between her breasts. "Lift up, baby." She rose slightly off the bed, and he slid the material of her shirt over her shoulders and arms, leaving her upper half clad only in her bra, as he folded it ever so neatly and laid it on the bedside table.

Neat should be boring, not sexy. But wow, does it slow down the action and ratchet up the tension. Going to have to remember that for my next love scene.

Looking down at her, he complimented, "Very nice. Not pink, but very nice." With him tracing the tops of her mint and black plaid bra with a small charm at the center, she felt like the sexiest woman on the planet. So very much "good enough" for this gorgeous man.

He made her heart pound. She needed to get her hands on more of his skin. Yet, it was like her brain was misfiring because even though he was right there in her arms, she couldn't seem to do anything more than slide her hands under his Henley and hold onto his shoulders. He pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her to the air, and when his tongue touched her flesh, it felt like it was curling around her entire nipple and managing to pull it further out from her body. Another gush of fluid felt as if it poured from inside of her with his latest tug at her breast, and she whimpered.

"Taj, please, I need to feel you against me." He removed his mouth from her nipple and sat up to pull his shirt off over his head. He folded it and laid it on top of her shirt. Then his mouth returned to her breast, where he blew on the tip. She shivered as her skin pebbled. The tip of his tongue dragged from the swell of her breast up past her clavicle, along the arch of her throat, and then pressed against the corner of hers. Resettling himself on top of her again, he absorbed the bulk of his weight by placing it on his forearms, his fingers brushing back stray hairs that clung to her flushed skin.

His forearms also served as leverage to grind and thrust his hips where she needed them. He lay his cheek next to hers, his lips right at the shell of her ear. "So perfect, baby. Gonna fuck you crazy."

She gasped, then whimpered, as his current thrust had his zipper grinding against her clit through the thin material of her leggings.

"I wanna feel those nails digging into my skin."

Kai's hands rose automatically to settle on his pecs, then curled in just enough so that as she dragged them down to his abs, he knew he'd see welts later. "Yes, baby," he groaned. "Just like that. Dig in. Just like you've marked my soul. So damn deep."

A moment later, he felt those same greedy hands working at his belt, undoing his buckle, unsnapping, unzipping, and diving into his pants. She stilled underneath his kisses, and her eyes went wide. "What's the matter, baby? Nothing you haven't seen or had inside you before."

"I think you've been feeding it way more than virgin sacrifices while you were away," she squeaked. "I need to see you."

"I'm right here, baby," he teased her as he pressed his mouth to her neck, biting slightly, then sucking her skin between his teeth.

"No, Taj, I mean, I want to see all of you."

He moved back from her neck and sat up and back on his heels on the bed, and she followed his movement, propping herself up on her elbows. Before she could sit up further, he put a hand out in a "stop" gesture. "Don't. Move." The order came low and with a hint of a growl. She stilled.

The caveman mentality was flooding back into his system. Slowly, he backed off the mattress, his eyes never breaking from hers as he finished undressing. "You want to see who's going to claim you?" Her eyes were still trapped in his gaze as his right boot went to the edge of the bed. Deliberately and efficiently, he undid the laces. "Wanna see who's going to fuck you until you scream his name?" Right boot to the floor, left boot to the edge of the bed, laces undone. Left boot removed as he put his foot down, then the right boot followed. He pulled off his socks, tucked them into his boots, then slowly put his hands on his opened belt. "I guess we better give baby what she wants." Next, he pulled the belt from the loops, coiling it around his hand, and gave it a light toss on top of his boots. "Brace, baby, because it's all for you." His hands went to the waist of his pants as he shucked them down his legs and stepped out of them to the edge of the bed. He folded them in half, then half again, and laid them on top of his belt.

Lying before him, her eyes were riveted on his cock that was standing straight up. She bit her lower lip, and her breathing sped up.

He smiled that wicked smile. "I guess you like what you see."

She nodded.

She sat up on the edge of the bed, her lips barely an inch away from his shaft. She placed her palms on the tops of his thighs, lightly sliding them upward over the cut of his hips, then up to his chest. "I love that you're bare. I wouldn't have thought a stud castle guard like you would be, all that male testosterone." She was trying to flirt, but it came out breathier and in awe. "You're beautiful. Like the statue of David." She blushed. "Well, not quite like David."

"Not quite," he agreed.

But while his skin was smooth all over, it had a definite texture. She re-traced and re-learned his scars. Some were only visual and did not change the landscape of his body. A couple of bullet hole pockmarks. Some shrapnel peppered on his shoulder that was mostly hidden by his Kraken tattoo. Others—the ones that had been deeper and more dangerous—were smooth, but they had ridges to them and, in some cases, an unnaturally smooth quality. Those were the more recent ones.

"Lie back, baby. I need to get back to you."

"But I…"

He gently nudged her shoulders back to the bed. "Plenty of time for me," he promised. He knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed and lifted her leg. "Slide up more, baby. I can feel the tension already. It's going to be a long night, and I can't have you getting cramps in these legs of yours." She pushed herself away from him on the bed as his hands grabbed her foot to remove her socks, and he startled. "Fuck me. They don't match."

"I wanted to see if I could get out of my head."