on the wall resting his forehead against hers, shooting his gaze, his sweet breath over her face as he pushed two fingers inside her.
“Please…” she panted, wanting to touch him, wanting to show him what she needed, but Kai wasn’t relinquishing his control.
“Not this time,” he told her, his voice coming out in a low rumbled that only made her wetter. Then Kai went deeper, curling his hand to touch her sweet spot and Gia didn’t care what he did or how he did it as long as he didn’t ever stop. “I’m going to show you, ku'uipo. Tonight you’re going to see…”
“What…what will I…I see?”
Kai increased the rhythm of his movements, teasing that small spot inside her until she arched, leaning her shoulders against the wall, then releasing a groan of overwhelming pleasure when he leaned forward, sucking her nipple into his mouth through her sleep shirt. He used his teeth in a bite, his hand working faster, deeper, his tongue teasing her nipple until her pussy clenched, until she rocked against his hand, chasing that orgasm like she was an addict and it was the last hit she’d ever have.
Then Gia came, squirming to touch him, to hold onto Kai as she rode that wave, never wanting it to end. It took minutes that felt like hours before Gia’s body calmed, before she shook her head, inhaling so that her heart would slow.
“By the time I’m done with you…you’re going to see,” he finally answered her, “that you will never be able to live without this.” Kai released her wrists, grabbing her by the back of the thighs to wrap her legs around him, rubbing her still throbbing pussy against his swollen dick. “You’re going to see that you can’t be without me.”
It was an hour later, after Kai had lain her on her bed, stripping her bare, spreading her legs wide to thoroughly taste her, to make her scream louder and longer than she ever had before, that Gia went into her shower, needed the heat from the spray to clear her mind.
Really, she knew, it was a distraction; something she told herself she needed because Kai was simply…too much. But the lie would not stand for long. Under that hot spray, with the water washing away his touch, his smell, Gia felt like she wanted to die. Kai had touched her better, fiercer than anyone ever had before. He touched her and kissed her in spots she believed would never be roused again.
What am I doing? she thought, scrubbing her face, letting the water hide her, but it would not last. She wanted him too much, more, maybe than how he promised he wanted her.
Kai was impatient. Unsettled. He’d taken her like he could not stand to be anywhere other than inside her. She could not complain, though it scared her, how much she wanted him. How she craved him.
The water was only a small comfort from the ache in her body and the tension that built inside her. She was not done with him. Didn’t think she ever would be and the fear that welled up inside her at the idea kept Gia in that shower, kept her hiding beneath the spray.
He wouldn’t let her hide long.
Cool air chilled her wet calves and feet when Kai opened the door behind her but the moment he stood against her, the outline of his wide body clear in those strong lines and thick bulges, her skin began to warm.
Kai circled his arm around her waist, tugging her wet hair from her neck, lapping against the water and skin he uncovered, pushing her head against his chest to get at more of her. They didn’t need words. He moved her, she followed. He insisted and she complied. It was a dance Gia never knew she could perform and maybe she couldn’t before this night. Maybe it could only be accomplished with Kai.
He cupped her breast, gripping, massaging and Gia fell fully against him, letting him hold her up as he teased her nipples, as he rubbed her with greedy touches until he held his fingers back against her pussy, teasing her clit, making her sink deeper and deeper against him.
“Do you want me to stop?” She shook her head, unable to say what she thought. Terrified if she told him yes that he’d walk away and she’d never feel this again. “Can you…be without…this?” Kai leaned her against the tile, holding her thighs open, slipping his wide, hard