I can’t speak, can only moan in response. He knows what he’s doing to me, the bastard. Knows I’m helpless against the pleasure and the sight before me.
Another sharp thrust. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Stunning.”
“Not as stunning as you.” His hands slide up to cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I clench around him and he groans. “So responsive. So fucking sexy.”
He quickens his pace, slamming into me over and over, and I’m floating, weightless, nothing anchoring me to the earth but Kai’s hands on my body and his cock inside me. The tension building and building, pleasure rippling out from where we’re joined until I shatter around him with a cry.
Through the haze of my orgasm, I’m dimly aware of Kai following after, his hips stuttering against my ass as he empties himself inside me with a groan.
We stay there for a long moment, both catching our breath. The city glitters below us, but in this moment, I have eyes only for Kai.
Kai pulls out slowly, leaving me empty and aching. But before I can protest, he presses a button and a sex swing descends from the ceiling.
My breath catches. I’ve joked about these with my friends, fantasized about using one, but never tried it.
Kai grins at me, all wicked intent, and helps me into the swing. He secures my hands above my head so I’m unable to touch him. My legs are spread wide apart, leaving me completely exposed and vulnerable.
Helpless.
I whimper, desire flooding me anew. Kai runs a hand down my body, stopping just short of where I need him most.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So wet and ready for me.” His fingers dance across my inner thighs, my hips jerking towards his touch. “Patience, darling.”
He turns and opens a box I hadn’t noticed before, withdrawing one toy after another. A vibrator. A set of ben wa balls. A feather.
I swallow hard, watching with wide eyes as he approaches me, tools in hand. He’s going to take me apart, piece by piece, and put me back together again.
The first touch of the vibrator against my clit has me gasping. He moves it in slow, maddening circles, bringing me to the edge again and again only to pull away. The ben wa balls fill me, the slight movements of my hips causing them to shift inside.
By the time he picks up the feather, I’m writhing in the swing, desperate for release. He drags it across my skin, my nipples, down between my legs. I’m sobbing with need, with pleasure, with—
“Come for me, Dylan.”
The vibrator presses hard against my clit and I shatter, screaming his name. Wave after wave crashes over me and still he doesn’t stop, drawing orgasm after orgasm from my trembling body until I’m limp in my restraints, boneless and sated.
Only then does Kai turn off the vibrator and remove the toys. He lifts me gently from the swing and carries me to the bed, curling around me and pressing soft kisses over my face and neck.
“You were exquisite,” he whispers. “I know it’s quick to say, but I think I love you.”
I smile, utterly content in his arms. “I think I love you too,” I whisper as I fall asleep.
I wake slowly, still nestled against Kai’s chest. It’s still dark outside, just a brief nap brought on by the afterglow of amazing sex. He’s stroking my hair, his other arm wrapped securely around my waist.
“How do you feel?” he asks, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“Amazing.” I tilt my head up for a proper kiss. “Thank you for that.”
“My pleasure.” He grins. “In more ways than one.”
I laugh and swat his chest. “You’re incorrigible.”
“You love it.” His expression softens. “I meant what I said earlier. You’re exquisite, Dylan, and I love you with all my heart.”
When Kai finally joins me in release, I cling to him breathlessly. We lie together as our heartbeats slow, the city lights casting a soft glow over his features. The night we spent together months ago went by in a drunken haze, enjoyable at the time, but the details were quickly forgotten. Tonight is different, a far more meaningful experience. From the way he holds me close to his perfectly sculpted body, I can tell he feels the same.
I trace the lines of his tattoos with a fingertip, mesmerized by the stories behind them. But what fascinates me most is the story of the man himself, one I’m only just beginning to discover.