Amalia…

I wanted him inside me, badly, but he wasn’t about to let me off the hook. He kissed me at random, a soft touch of lips, a hot, wet lick up my spine followed by the cooling sensation of him blowing on it. His hands kneading, teasing out the knots until I was as wet as a woman could get, aching for him, but at the same time calm. My anxiety, my guard, dropping to let him in all the way.

He was so in tune with me on that deep level, the soul-bound one that no one except maybe Joey had come close to… Who was I kidding? That was the guilt talking. The sex with Joey had been good, but I could never fully let my guard down or bring down my walls with him. Not like I could with Kyle. I never felt safe enough or comfortable enough to give up my control over anything like I could when I was with Kyle. It was a special kind of bond to have with another person to trust them so fucking completely.

“Hold still,” he demanded and his hand fell onto the back of my neck, pressing me to the covers. I froze and closed my eyes, fighting my body’s natural reaction to buck, to fight him off, even as his thumb tenderly caressed, pressing in that spot of tension at the base of my skull, his fingers digging slightly into the muscle running along my neck telling it to loosen. It wasn’t about to listen, but he was on the right track. It felt good.

His other hand smoothed down my back, over my ass in a caress, he pried me open, and I went to open my legs, give him access. That hand disappeared and came down in a slap on my ass.

“Keep your legs closed,” he ordered sternly and I swallowed hard. I wasn’t used to bossy Kyle, but I was beginning to really like him. I gripped the covers at my shoulders and held my breath as his fingers delved between my cheeks and he went looking for the entrance to my pussy.

“No butt stuff,” I said. “At least, not tonight.”

He chuckled darkly and said, “Not what I had planned but good to know it’s on the menu at some point.” He worked a couple of fingers inside me and I gasped, hips lifting off the bed. He pressed me down harder by the back of my neck, the heel of his hand pressing at its base near the shoulders and that was hot.

I couldn’t help myself, I writhed a little against his hand and he chuckled again, a low growling, purring sound that went straight to my core and caused my pussy to give a little throbbing ache. I wanted more.

His hand disappeared and he got up on the bed, straddling my thighs like he was going to give me a fucking back massage but then he went questing for my entrance with his cock and my brain went out for drinks without me. I let out a throaty gasping moan and my hips raised up, my back bowing down low, tits pressed to the bed. I was offering myself up to him like a fucking cat in heat and it was so hot. He didn’t disappoint me, either; sliding himself right inside like he owned me… and maybe he did, but only because I wanted him to.

Holy shit!

The angle was beyond perfect for us. I think I found my new favorite position because the way he moved inside of me forced the head of his cock right against the roof of my vagina, you know if I had been laying on my back. Except in doing so, it went right over that spot. His hand left down below, pulling out from between our bodies once he was sure he wasn’t going to slip out and joined the other at the base of my neck, his fingers curling over my shoulders, thumbs easing the tension out from between them.

“God, baby you feel so good,” he crooned and then it was like he lost all sense of mercy. He gripped my shoulders and pulled back on me as he thrust forward with his hips and I cried out in a combination of surprise and a little bit of fear. I’d never encountered any sensation so intense before and it both shocked and awed. He paused as I tried to figure out if I actually liked it or not and when I took too long to give him a response one way or the other, he did it again only this time he didn’t let up.

Oh my god, he knew me so well! He flexed his body against mine and rode me expertly and I could only think to myself, be careful what you wish for before my brain switched off completely and I just gave myself over to the new and different sensations he wrought. I’d told him to put me in a coma and he’d taken me at my word; Jesus!

The orgasm was seriously like one of those time lapse photos of a flower bursting from bud to full bloom. One moment you’re looking at a bud swaying gently in the breeze then bam! A riot of color, petals, or in this case, pleasure, unfurling from my center. Only instead of withering away, the petals burst from the stem swirling on the wind and through my veins like one of those stylized anime movies while the somber characters went through their angst.

It was a perfect feeling. Deep wrought and full of meaning, all of the emotions I kept bottled filtered through his love until I felt like I could breathe again. Oh, I was sure they would be back and that I would feel as if I were drowning again, but for now? For now, Kyle gave me precisely what I needed. A physically blissed-out fucking coma.

I came around his cock I don’t know how many times. My body was wet and ready, taking every punishing thrust and releasing a little more emotional hurt with each one. It was probably the most cathartic sex I had ever participated in and I can’t even remember if he got his own.

* * *

It was still dark when I woke. I was laying on my stomach and sucked in a sharp breath, a firm but gentle touch smoothing my loose hair out of my face, back behind my ear. Kyle was dressed, and he leaned down to kiss the edge of my ear and say into it reassuringly, “It’s just me.”

“What time is it?” I groaned.

“Pushing five-thirty,” he said and crouched beside the bed to bring himself eye level.

“What the fuck?” I moaned.

“Didn’t want to wake you, just wanted to kiss you goodbye.”

“Where are you going again?”

“Deal with a client, it’s an hour drive, more with traffic and in the city. I should be home by around ten or so.”

I groaned and let out a string of swears in Romani. He laughed, and I forgot, I’d taught them all to him. It was one of the things my dad had taught me. The language, but it’s not like I’d had much occasion to use it. He’d done something or other to get himself outcast from them and I was, by default, an outcast with him. It was part of why we’d depended on each other so hard through everything… I was, quite literally, all he had in the world and I knew it.

Now he was gone, but I wasn’t alone. I had Kyle back, and there was another major difference. I had a loving relationship full of respect. I turned my head away and said, “Be careful, I want you back in once piece.”

He chuckled and smoothed his hand appreciatively down my nude back. I shuddered with desire and he tucked me in, kissing the back of my shoulder before pulling the sheet up over it.

“I love you,” he murmured and I closed my eyes, the first tears slipping silent down my nose, staining the pillow case in front of it.

When I could trust my voice not to betray me I let out a muffled, “I love you, too. I mean it, be careful.”

“I will,” he said and with that, he slipped out of the room. I groped to his side of the bed and dragged his pillow into my chest. I buried my nose into in and breathed deep his smell and I couldn’t hold any of the grief and overwhelming emotion in any longer. I had myself a deep, good, cleansing cry.