Chapter 257: tighter
The tension coiled tighter, her pussy fluttering, her body shaking as she neared the edge.
"Kael..." she moaned, loud, raw, her black eyes glistening, her hips jerking, her pussy and ass pulsing in sync.
Then she shattered, her orgasm hitting like a tidal wave, her pussy milking his cock, her ass squeezing his finger, her body jerking as she cried out his name, a loud, unrestrained scream that echoed through the room, raw and honest, her black eyes squeezing shut, her world consumed by blinding white heat.
Kael thrust up once, deep, brutal, and came with a guttural groan, pulling her down onto his cock as he spilled inside her pussy, hot spurts filling her, thick and deep, his arms locking tight around her back as if he couldn’t let go.
His hazel eyes fluttered shut, his breath ragged, his cock pulsing with each release.
Tila collapsed against him, boneless, panting, her face pressed into his shoulder, her black eyes hazy, her pussy still fluttering around his cock.
The water stilled, the air cooled, their bodies joined, pulsing with the last echoes of pleasure.
Kael kissed her temple, his lips soft, a tender gesture that made her heart stutter.
She didn’t pull away, didn’t complain, didn’t move to clean up or run or hide or pretend.
She rested there, his cock still inside her pussy, his arms around her, her heart racing, the warmth enveloping her—his skin, his breath, the quiet intimacy of the moment.
And she didn’t mind, didn’t mind the warmth everywhere, the safety, the connection, the love she felt in his embrace.