I am his

55

As I opened my eyes, the glow of the alarm clock revealed that it was an ungodly 4am. The room was dimly lit.., and there he was, Kaden, sleeping soundly beside me. I couldn't help but admire his tattoos, tracing my finger along the intricate patterns that adorned his skin.

Suddenly, my attention was drawn to his hand, which bore two burn marks in perfect small circles. It piqued my curiosity, wondering how he got them, but for now, I chose not to disturb his peaceful slumber.

As if sensing my gaze, Kaden's eyes slowly fluttered open, and he must have felt my adoring stare. "Dormir," he mumbled, a gentle reminder that it was still the middle of the night.

However, my desire for him couldn't be quelled by the early hour. I shook my head playfully as his warm hands cupped my cheeks. "We've got school in the morning," he whispered, trying to be practical.

"I know," I replied, biting my lip coyly as I settled on his lap. The time might not be ideal, but I craved him, yearning for his touch once more.

Leaning in, I kissed his lower stomach slowly, eliciting a deep groan from him. "It's too early, just go to sleep," he groaned, but my determination didn't waver.

"But I want you," I playfully whined, his tired eyes locking onto mine.

"What is it?" he asked, sitting up, intrigued by my persistence.

I coyly pointed below, and with a sigh, he realized my intentions. Pulling the blanket over us, he vanished under the sheets.

As we indulged in each other's passion, I couldn't help but stifle my giggles, not wanting to wake my parents in the next room. Our clandestine rendezvous brought a sense of excitement and adventure, adding an extra thrill to our intimate connection.

Kaden's touch sent shivers down my spine, and I leaned back into the pillow, releasing a deep groan of pleasure. As his fingers explored, I gripped the sheets tightly, trying to contain the pleasure coursing through me.

Then, I felt the warmth of his tongue connect with my lower area, and a soft moan escaped my lips. "Kaden," I whispered, my hand seeking comfort under the blanket, grasping onto the sheets as the intensity of our moment increased.

My body tensed, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through me. My eyes rolled back as I bit my lip, unable to contain the euphoria that washed over me. Gripping the pillow tightly, I threw my head back, surrendering to the sensations that engulfed me.

As the climax neared, I instinctively sought refuge under the blanket, both hands seeking solace in the soft fabric. I could feel his touch on my inner thighs, gently spreading my legs apart, and I moaned in response, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He knew exactly how to please me, and as his tongue skillfully traced its path, I felt an undeniable connection, as if every movement was orchestrated perfectly for us. In that moment, everything felt right, and every sensation felt like an exquisite symphony of pleasure.

The pleasure intensified, and I struggled to form coherent words, my voice a symphony of moans and gasps. "Kaden, it's... oh, fuuck," I managed to utter amidst the blissful chaos.

As my body reached its peak, I saw Kaden's head emerge from under the blanket, a satisfied smile on his face. Our eyes locked, and I returned his smile, a sense of intimate understanding passing between us. In that shared moment of vulnerability, I felt a profound connection.

Afterward, he gently spooned me, his embrace offering comfort and warmth, a sense of security that enveloped me. The intensity of the experience left me feeling weightless, and as the aftershocks subsided, a profound sense of serenity washed over me.