But somehow, it doesn’t feel right to do it without her blessing.
“P-please!” I cry, desperate.
I’m going to lose my mind like this.
I can’t hold it; I need to explode.
“Not without permission,” Kiah tells me, and I know it’s the truth. My pleasure is no longer mine to release when I feel like it; it’shers. She owns it. She has since she first slipped that cage over my cock. Since then, it’s always been hers. And I gladly surrender control.
The thought doesn’t ease the agony at all, it intensifies it.
My desperation takes over every corner of my mind.
Nothing is real outside my primal need to come, outside the effort it takes not to.
I’m on the verge of crying.
I can’t do this; I can’t.
And then, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard fills the night sky. Kiah cries out in climax, her body shaking above mine.
I lose it.
No amount of control can stop me from coming inside her right there and then, filling her with my cum as our orgasms mingle into one.
Dio mio!
My head spins.
It feels so damn good.
Better than sex has ever felt before.
And I didn’t even do anything; I just lay here.
My climax subsides long before Kiah’s, and I’m treated to the most enigmatic show—her riding out the waves of her ecstasy, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, eyes firmly closed, chest heaving.
Eons pass before the moonlit Goddess finally collapses on top of me with a soft gasp, my sticky dick still inside her.
Instinctively, I put my arms around, pulling her close until her head rests against my pounding heart.
I don’t ever want to let her go.
What the fuck just happened?
Chapter fourteen
Passion
(Kiah)
Likeclockwork,mybodywakes with the sun.
But that’s the only thing that’s normal.
For the first time in more than a month, I wake up in my own bed instead of the futon.
Fuck!
