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My self-control was unraveling by the second. Kairi was relentless tonight, pushing every button I had, knowing exactly what she was doing. It wasn’t just physical—she was playing with my head too, and she knew it.

As I helped her to the room, she kept stumbling against me, rubbing her hand all over my bare chest. She was driving me to madness. I managed to keep my voice steady, though I felt like howling at the moon. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“No, too sleepy,” she whined.

I led her to the bed, trying to focus on the task at hand. But when she stripped down in front of me, every ounce of control I had left almost shattered. She posed, her hands above her head. She looked so soft and fuckable, her wet hair clinging to her skin, eyes filled with desire, her breasts heavy. It was all too much.

“Why are you holding back?” she asked, stepping closer, her voice soft and dangerous.

Because if I touched her now, there would be no stopping—no going back. “Because this isn’t how I want it to happen,” I said, my voice rough.

But Kairi wasn’t having it. She reached out, her fingers grazing my chest. “You know you want me.”

She was right. I did—desperately. I caught her wrist, pulling her close, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’re not in your right mind, Kairi,” I said, barely holding on. “But I need you to be sure. Going back to where we were before, after being inside you, might drive me mad.”

Her hand was on my back now, sliding down, her body pressing into mine. “I am sure,” she breathed. “Show me.”

I couldn’t help myself. I needed something to take the edge off. Leaning forward, I circled her areola with the tip of my tongue, then pulled her nipple between my teeth.

Her response was immediate—a slight whimper escaped her lips as her eyes closed, and her fingers tangled in my hair, gripping and holding me against her breast.

I wanted to make love to her so badly, but I forced myself to pull away, my breath ragged. “Sleep,” I said firmly, my voice low.

She pouted. “You don’t want me.”

I shook my head. “You have no idea how much. But when we do, I’m going to take my time with you, Kairi. I’m going slow so you feel every inch of me. I’m going to touch you like you need—so the feel of me is burned into your skin.”

Her lips parted, and she leaned closer, her lips almost brushing mine. “I want that,” she said, and it sounded like a plea.

I stopped, forcing myself to take a moment to compose myself, rotating my head on my neck.

I exhaled sharply, my control hanging by a thread. “And you’ll have it. But not tonight.”

She didn’t even respond. Her eyes were half-closed, and she looked confused, but also tired. I helped her into bed. She wouldn’t let me pull the cover over her, which left her sleeping on top of them. Her legs were spread, giving me a perfect view of her pretty pussy. I stared at it until my dick leaked precum. Then I forced myself to walk away.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and leaned against it, the cool wood pressing against my back, trying to keep myself steady. I needed air, needed to get away from her for a second before I did something I'd regret—like jack off and cum all over her dark skin. All I could think about was the contrast.

My hands were shaking as I turned on the shower, dropped my swim shorts, and stepped in, letting the cold water cascade over my hot skin. I pressed my forehead against the tile, trying to quiet my dirty thoughts and calm my hard dick.