When I walked in to see Kira lying on my couch, completely passed out, I could not help but smile at the sight. She looked beautiful. She looked like she belonged here. 

I walked over to Simba and saw him curling up next to Sherlock. They both seemed to be getting along and I was glad. Maybe his presence would aid in Simba’s recovery.

Not wanting to disturb the dogs, I decided that it would be best to turn my attention to Kira. I knew she told me to wake her up when I got home and she would get out of my hair, but to be honest, I didn’t want her to leave just yet. I didn’t want her to leave at all. However, I didn’t think it was good for her to be on the couch either. While the couch was comfortable, I thought it would be rude of me to leave her there while I slept in my own comfortable bed. Instead, I scooped her up in my arms and proceeded to carry her to my room.

She stirred slightly and I smiled. There was a faint drool stain on the corner of her mouth and I chuckled. She was adorable. I would have to tease her about it later.

When I reached my bed, I gently set her down. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at her. I didn’t want to seem like a weirdo, but I couldn’t help but be awed by how beautiful she looked in the moonlight. I reached out and pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and let my fingertips linger on her skin.

At that moment, her eyes snapped open, freezing me in place. I felt my body fill with lust, with the desire to kiss her. The feeling was so strong that I had to reach out and grip the edge of the bed tightly so I wouldn’t give into temptation.

I didn’t have to.

Without saying a word, she sat up, locking her wrists behind my neck, and pulling me down on top of her. I shifted so my knees were on either side of her hips, and she reached up to kiss my mouth.

I hadn’t expected her to be so forward, but I appreciated it. It was nice to know she desired me the same way I desired her.

My lips probed hers. I wanted to take my time. I wanted this to be romantic and gentle, considering this would be our first time. I couldn’t have held myself back though, even if I had wanted to. She certainly wasn’t helping matters either. She was ripping my clothes off every bit as quickly and hungrily as I was hers. Her lips matched mine with the same amount of passion and fire. She was my equal in every sense. I didn’t have to win her over with sweet words; she was just as anxious and impassioned as I was.

Her nails clawed at my skin and I knew if the guys saw my back in the locker room, they would tease me. They knew Rose and I were over, and a scratched back would definitely mean that I was moving on.

It wasn’t long before I had her stripped completely bare. She let me, even hurrying me along to remove her clothes faster.

She was eager and enthusiastic. I missed how that made me feel, not that Rose was over our sex life or anything. It just felt as though there were times when the passion had faded, which made sense since we had been together for a while. Things would be the same way between Kira and I - if we decided to get together in the first place - because that was just how life was.

The difference, I hoped, would be that Kira would try. She wouldn’t let us get stale. And I would try too, because I knew that the disintegration of my relationship with Rose certainly wasn’t just on her.

When I stared down at Kira, I was left in awe. She was stunning, lovely, beautiful. These were all words that had been vastly overused by this world, by me, until I feasted my eyes on her body and realized what those words really meant.

She leaned forward, kissing my neck, wrapping her arms around me once more so she could remove my shirt, my sweats, my boxers.

My mouth found every inch of her skin. I didn’t want to leave any space untouched, unclaimed. I wanted to explore her, to know her in every way I could. 

Her hands were fascinated with my stomach. She continued to run her palms up and down the ridges, gasping at how tight and toned I was. Each time my muscle involuntarily twitched, she kissed my neck, as though she was astounded by the power she had over me.

I couldn’t quite believe it either.

She touched me all over. When she grabbed my cock, I nearly exploded right there in her hand.

Jesus.

“Do you have anything?” she asked, her eyes hooded and filled with lust.

I stopped, blinking myself out of my haze.

Shit.

“Rose was on birth control,” I said. I hated bringing up any other woman’s name in the bedroom, before sex, but I needed to explain why I was unprepared.

“Oh.” She tilted her head. “So am I. Are you clean?” She clamped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry. That wasn’t what I meant.”

“Don’t apologize,” I told her. God, she was cute when she blushed. “I am. Clean, I mean. Do you trust me?”

She nodded. “Do you trust me?” she asked.

“You saved my dog. Absolutely.”

A slow grin tugged at her lips and she wrapped her legs around my waist, spreading her legs open just so. Without another word, I slipped inside of her. We both let out gasps, as though this was just what we had been waiting for.

I thrust in and out of her. I wanted to take my time, to make love to her rather than just fuck her, but she was so wet and so passionate, so tight and so beautiful, that I couldn’t help it. 

“That was faster than I anticipated,” I told her.

I think I was actually blushing.

She smirked. “Luckily,” she murmured. “We have the whole night.”