Page 124 of Kane

I gather my strength and my wits, gasping for breath, waiting to see what he will do. I feel him moving, hear clothing rustle—hitting the floor. And then hot flesh touches mine, his chest against my back. His thighs against the backs of mine. His hardness nestling against my backside. He kisses my neck, and his hands grasp my breasts, and he dips at the knees. Without touching himself or me to guide himself, he seeks my opening. Finds it. Thrusts in.

It is different. At first, I cannot figure out why, but then I know. He is bare. Not wearing a condom.

It feels good. Too good.

“Kane,” I breathe. “You are not wearing a condom.”

He growls, his forehead thudding against my shoulder blades. “Fuck, fuck. Shit, Jesus, fuck.”

“I do not want you to stop, Kane.”

“Need one, honey. You’re not on birth control.”

“No, I am not.”

“Ain’t either of us ready for a baby, sweetheart.” He withdraws, and I whimper at the loss of him, and he growls at the same. “Much as I wanna fuck you bare, we gotta get you on the pill first.”

“If I go on this pill, we will be able to fuck without the condom?”

“Yeah, honey.” He sounds like he is laughing.

“Why do you laugh?” I ask.

He is away, digging in his backpack. I hear foil rip, and then he is behind me once more. “Because you talkin’ dirty to me in that sweet, sexy fuckin’ accent drives me wild, babe.”

“Oh, I see. You like it when I speak to you dirty things?” I turn my head, look at him over my shoulder. “You enjoy it when I say I want you to fuck me without the condom?”

He groans. “Fuckin’ hell, woman.” He nips my earlobe, and at the same time, he drives up into me. “Yeah, I enjoy that shit. Keep talking to me, honey.”

I am emboldened by the feel of him inside me, even sheathed in the protection, which now that I have felt him bare is not anywhere near as good. But still pure ecstasy. I push back as he drives into me.

“I love the way your feel inside me, Kane,” I murmur. “Your cock feels beautiful. Give to me more, please more.”

He straightens, yanks me backward by the hips, so I am forced to bend at the waist, my bottom sticking out, feet wide apart, weight supported on the wall. He grips my hips hard in his strong hands, and slams into me.

“Like that?” he growls.

“Ohh, please yes,” I breathe. “Like that. Fuck me harder, Kane.”

He groans, sounding disbelieving. “Fuck, you’re so incredible. So tight, so hot, so fucking wet.” He withdraws, and fucks into me,hard.

I whimper, surging backward to take it, to meet him. “Be wild for me, my love,” I groan.

He shows me his wildness. He growls wordlessly and thrusts hard, our bodies meeting with a slapping of flesh. He growls, and I groan, and I feel him lose control, wild becoming frantic, and I can’t keep up with him anymore, can only brace on the wall and push against it, push backward to offer more of myself to him, open more of me for his giving.

He finishes with a long low rough sound in his throat, burying as deep as he can go, and then he gentles. Bends over me, palms caressing over my back and shoulders, around and under to my breasts, over my belly. I lift partially upright, and place my hand on his, and then touch us, where we are joined, him inside me.

“I love this,” I say, touching him where he fills me. “I love us. I love to feel us.”

He kisses my nape again. “Magic,” he murmurs. “Had a lot of sex. Even made love. But I’ve never felt anything close to how it is with you, Anj. Being with you is magic.”

He pulls out, spins me in place, and then lifts me so I’m forced to wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck—I do so eagerly, burying my face in his neck. I just breathe him, feel him.

“It is magical to me, as well, Kane, but I do not have any experience against which to compare it. I only know it is the most wonderful thing in my life.”

He nuzzles close, kisses me. “Me too.” He walks with me to the bathroom, twisting on the shower.

When it’s hot, he adjusts it cool enough to withstand, and then he ushers me in, following me. As we step under the spray, I reach up and pull his hair free of the bun, smoothing my fingers through it.