7. Nia

The way Kenji is looking at me makes me feel like a million fucking bucks. His eyes glued to mine, smiling at me, mouth still stretched into a grin. So fucking handsome. Manly. Big, strong, hot. Funny, attentive. Fucking beautiful. I feel so damn blessed.

He leans into me, wrapping a large hand at the back of my neck and bringing my face close to his.

"There's no going back now." He kisses me deep and wet. "You'll be mine till the day I fucking die." Something fierce flashes through his dark eyes, and I watch him just as intently.

"And you mine," I vow back just as solemnly. Meaning every word.

He slides a long, thick finger inside me, making me gasp and writhe, trying to move away to protest not getting his cock yet. But it feels so fucking good… perfect.

"Oh, God… Ken…"

"Right here, baby," he whispers against my lips, finger-fucking me long and slow. Taking all his time, exploring me, watching me, fucking testing the waters, studying what makes me tick, what I like. How fast, how much pressure, how deep, how hard, how many fingers… what angle and curve…

"Shit, Kenji!" And the combined sounds of our hot, wet kisses and my pussy juices dripping from his fingers, the sweet scent of me… My loud moans and his low, manly hums. The sight of him, hair wild, sticking at his damp temples, tanned skin glistening with sweat, tattoos rolling over his working muscles… Fuck, my man is fucking gorgeous.

I don't know how many fingers he has working me… I've lost count. All I know is that I'm deliciously stretched, incredibly ready, maddeningly close, and beyond pleasured… I feel the heavy weight of his long, hard cock pressed against my thigh. His big body, all around me. His fingers inside me. His mouth on mine. Nothing has ever felt so perfect. So right. So imminent, urgent, and all at once impeccably timed.

And exactly when I know he will, Kenji The Katana pulls his fingers from my cunt, making the most erotic sound, wraps them around his thick shaft, and pushes the heavy head of his cock between my folds. It only lasts a few seconds of him rubbing up and down, making an even sloppier mess, and sending more waves of pleasure through my body, before he sits back on his haunches and bends me like a pretzel.

This motherfucker! I almost laugh when he winks, grinning like the fucking rascal he is. He's on top of me, upright, with a perfect view of my drenched entrance, bare tits, and horny face. Fucking reveling in the effect he has on my entire being. Mind, body and soul.

He wants to play that game? Let's fucking go! I hook my hands behind my knees and spread my legs even further, giving Ken a full view of fucking everything. Winking asshole and all. His eyes glaze over and it's my fucking turn to smirk. But not for long. Kenji's fucking done playing. He pushes himself inside me, just the tip, and I fucking see stars. I always fucking loved this. The first stretch, the nudge of a cockhead inside my pussy. But this? This is like nothing I've ever experienced. There is not even a measuring scale placing these sensations on the same level as any type of sex I've had before.

I've heard some women talk about the man who made everyone before them irrelevant. Kenji is that man for me. He thrusts long, deep and slow inside me. In and out. Each push and pull starting its own fire, its own set of sparkles all through my body. When he nudges me deep inside? I want to weep. When he retreats and pushes back in? It feels like that very first thrust all over again. I feel delirious with him. His eyes on me, his hands on my tits, hips, ass, spreading my pussy open wider, playing with my folds, my juices, my clit. Sliding through my lips and his own, sharing the taste of me. Oh, God… he's so fucking nasty… I fucking love it… And when I think I can't take anymore, he changes the angle, the speed, the strength… until I'm nothing but a shaking, quivering, whaling mess under him. Until I'm so damn ready to come, it's a miracle I don't just melt into a puddle. And when I rest my head back against Kenji's cloud-like pillows, eyes closed, feeling the rise of an orgasm like I've never even dreamed about, he grabs me by the hips and plunges deep, hard, fast. Nailing my release into me with each powerful slam of our bodies. Gifting it to me. And sharing his own cries of ecstasy as he spills himself inside. So fucking good…

* * *

Kenji collapses on top of me and I welcome the heavy weight of him, the size of his body. Wrapping a thick thigh around his waist, tiredly running my hands over his warm, soft skin.

I can't wait to see him in broad daylight. Find out if the midnight of his eyes gets lighter in the sun. If his hair has any hidden hue.

I feel myself drift away with a stupid, girly grin on my lips, wrapped around a dream come true, and thoughts of all our tomorrows swimming through my semi-conscious mind.

But little did I know that would be one of my last peaceful, happy thoughts for a long, long while…