Billie Bossa Nova

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By the time she hit the bed, Billie was as naked as when she'd exited the womb. Kai, wearing nothing but his underwear, hovered over her body with his lips all over her skin. Breathed her in like she was the most heavenly aroma. Tasted her skin like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever put his mouth on. His hands, everywhere. His body, everywhere.

Taking both her hands into one, Kai held her hands up over her head, pressing her wrists against the bed. Billie released a soft gasp, gaze going up to her above her head. Immediately, her eyes clenched shut. The act, one of complete dominance and power-hunger was so blatantly masculine yet so arousing that her core clenched tight and her thighs attempted to close around his hips.

Kai took hold of her jaw. “Open your eyes.” She drew them open. “Don't let me catch them closed again.”

She huffed. It sounded like a warning. Perhaps it was.

Billie bit into her lips as Kai's free hand, after journeying across her body, cupped her mound. He watched her like she was the most interesting show. Fixed his eyes on her like if he turned away, he would miss the best part. When he added pressure, Billie rose her hips in response, lips parting to a silent gasp. He did it again, watching her reaction and her watching him as his eyes surfed across her face to catch every little shift in her visage. The cross of her eyebrows, the roll of her eyes, her lips— pursing, stretching, teeth sinking in.

There was no apparent warning before Billie felt a finger sink inside her, the action along with Kai's grip tightening around her wrists and his breath puffing across her face causing her to moan involuntarily.

“Eyes open,” Kai rasped. It was then that Billie realized that her eyes had closed for too long, and she opened them on command.

He pleasured her with his finger, adding one every so often until there were three and Billie was panting as if she'd just ran around the entire world. She tugged at her wrists, back arching and hips dipping and writhing beneath him. Her ragged breaths turned into moans when Kai lowered his lips to her chest and caressed her breasts with his mouth.

“Kai...” She basically breathed his name out. Tugged at her wrists again. With a rough curse, Kai lifted from her body abruptly. Cold air zapped Billie's skin when the warmth of him disappeared, however, when he seemed preoccupied with taking something from his bedside drawer, she took a chance to shut her eyes. For a moment, felt the burn in her body. Endured the sweet torture with pleasure. Reveled the hunger because it was caused by him.

Billie was alerted of Kai's return by the feeling of his lips against her own. His fingers laced between hers and her hands were back above her head. The way he kissed her sucked her soul from her body and ran the blood beneath her skin. The way his hands perused across her body shook her bones to the damn marrow. She was moaning and panting against his lips.

Billie gasped when she felt him inch into her. It was for that time being that he didn't stop her when she shut her eyes while her fingers squeezed his own. His voice was rough as he asked, “Are you okay?” and she nodded her head because she didn't want him to stop. She knew that if she waited long enough, the pain would turn to pleasure. After a moment, he stilled, his forehead rested on her shoulder and his long breaths becoming shorter than usual. His grip on her hands was tight. His abs were tense, barely trembling.

Billie frowned at this, taking his jaw and turning him to face her. His pupils were so dilate, the hazel was long gone. “Hey, are you good?”

His answer was a kiss that sent her stomach into laps and laps of twisted twirls. “Billie—mmh—mierda...” He groaned against her lips when his kiss made her clench around him. His forehead rested on Billie's, molars grinding until his jaw jutted out. She gave his hand a squeeze, opening her eyes to look at him.