I had been learning as much Portuguese as I could, so I knew that he had said he was going to make me feel special tonight.
“Sempre o faz, Kye.”
Kye stopped kissing me, lifted his head, and smiled at me. “Your Portuguese is coming along well. But is that true? Do I always make you feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Then I have done my job.”
He continued to kiss my neck most sensually, and the butterflies I had been feeling in my stomach along with the growing need within me almost manifested themselves into an orgasm without even being touched. This was Kye as I had never known him before. In front of me now was a man that was worshiping me and my body. A man that wanted me to know and feel that he was my entire world.
He slowly kissed my ear and calmly whispered, “Undress and on the bed now.”
Even Kye couldn’t hold back his dominant side for long, and who was I to argue? I needed him. Needed to reconnect our souls in the way only he would allow. He stepped away from me, watching me with a lust in his eyes I’d never seen. It was all-consuming, and without realising I had undressed and was lying on the bed, my eyes fixated on his as he slowly shrugged off his t-shirt and jeans. His body had always been hot, but standing there right now, he looked magnificent, and the need I was feeling made me want him more.
He carefully got on the bed and rested just above me between my now open legs. I was dying to touch him, but our times together had taught me that he should always be the one to make the first move. He was the one who told me what I could and couldn’t do. The anticipation I was feeling was electric. Every nerve in my body was on edge, just waiting to feel the slightest touch of his fingers. I was close to exploding into a sea of ecstasy at any moment when he spoke.
“No games tonight, Bonita. Tonight, I just want to worship you and every part of your body. Eu amo-te, Bonita.”
“I love you too, Kye.”
He pressed his lips against mine, which I willingly opened for him as he slid his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss between us. I gingerly glided my arms across his back, unsure if I was allowed to touch. I was enjoying this moment between us and didn’t want to feel his wrath for doing something I shouldn’t have. He may have said no games tonight, but did that mean it would just be us? Two kindred spirits who needed to express our love for each other. When there was no change in his position and no break of the kiss, I continued up his body and glided my fingers across his neck and into his hair.
I had no idea how, but I felt myself being filled as Kye entered me with his cock. Slow and methodical movements followed. Far removed from our usual love-making sessions, never once did his pace increase, and our kiss was still sensual. Kye needed this as much as me, I could tell. He needed to reconnect with me and remove all the negativity he had been feeling for the past twelve hours. My body was reacting in a way it never had. I was used to feeling the pleasure building in me, but not like this. This consumed my entire body, not just one area. I felt as though every part of me was tingling with it all leading to one spot.
I could hear Kye’s breaths start to shallow – he was close, and so was I – but for once, I wanted him to push me over the edge. I needed him to come for me first. I wanted him to lose the control he felt he needed both inside and outside the bedroom. He needed to realise that he was just a man, and men needed to let their emotions out sometimes. I’d seen him do it once. Our first night together as I was singing to him. He needed to do it now.
“Come for me, Kye. Give in to your emotions. Take me over the edge with you.”
He groaned my name as I felt him start to twitch inside of me as he came, moments before I found myself seeing stars as my own orgasm hit. He continued to ride through our euphoria until we were both spent and he rolled over, taking me with him. He buried his head in my neck and held me close. It was only then I felt the dampness running down my chest. Kye was crying.
“Kye, look at me. It’s okay. Whatever is wrong, we can work through it.”
He didn’t move. Just pulled me closer. For a moment, I expected the next words from his mouth to be that he was sorry and walk out. Saying goodbye one last time, so to speak. My already elevated heartrate rose as panic started to set in. I couldn’t lose him now. Not after everything we had been through.
“I thought I lost you.”
His words made me jump as he spoke, still not moving from his position. I placed my hand on his head and gently stroked it, trying to offer him some comfort, like he had so many times before.
“When I woke and you were gone, I thought I would never see you again. That you would be gone from my life like so many before you. I was scared, Bonita. I’ve never been scared in my life before you.”
I gave him a kiss on his head. “It’s okay to be scared, Kye. It’s natural to feel that way in situations like today.”
“But I’m a man. I shouldn’t feel scared. I shouldn’t break down in front of my brother having a panic attack. I’m meant to be strong. What the hell has happened to me, and why the fuck am I crying now?”
I couldn’t help that chuckle that came from me. I knew it wasn’t the time or the place, but seeing Kye lying here so vulnerable and moaning about it, I just couldn’t help it. Coughing slightly to try to cover it up, I gently teased his head out from my neck and moved so our eyes were now at the same level.
“You might be a man, but you’re also human. Emotions are part of that. Everything that has happened today would cause anyone to be emotional…” I pressed a kiss on his lips before I continued. “And what we just shared was an extremely passionate experience. You finally let the guard down that you have placed around yourself. The combination of the two was too much for your feelings to be held in.”
I’m sure he wasn’t really taking in what I was saying. Still thinking that it made him less of a man to show his emotions.
“It doesn’t make you less of a man, you know. In fact, it makes you more of a man. I love seeing this side of you. It reaffirms that you actually care.”
I pulled him close to me and held him and felt him start to relax. I hoped he had taken what I said to heart because although I loved the strong, dominant side of him, this vulnerable and emotional side was just as endearing to me.
“Please don’t leave me, Bonita. I don’t think I would be able to live a life without you in it.”
His words were almost a whisper as he said them. It was as though he was scared to say them out loud. That if he did, it would come true.
“I couldn’t live without you. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I think that’s enough emotional outpouring for one evening. We both need some sleep.”
I kissed him, and we snuggled together as the events of the day took over and we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.
