Strokes of Fate

Chapter 2.8

Zara rose and approached the computer. Zara couldn't help but to take in Kai's fresh scent from his recent shower, his hair was still wet and his pajamas were loose. She took a peak at his legs and could easily see the outline of his giant cock. That was the first time she'd had sex since coming home and she could feel the tension rising.

"What are you showing me?" Zara asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and nervousness as she leaned closer, her breasts brushing lightly against his shoulder beneath her loungewear t-shirt.

Kai didn't turn away from the screen. "I've found something important, something that doesn't make too much sense, but at the same time it might." His voice was casual, but his body language was tense. He could feel her warmth so close to him, the subtle pressure of her body against his.

Zara shifted, her knee touching his thigh gently. "Something that doesn't make sense. Is it related to my art or the gallery?" she murmured, her breath hot against his neck.

Kai swallowed hard, his focus wavering. "Yeah," he said. But neither of them was really watching the laptop. The air between them was thick with unspoken desire, the memory of their earlier encounter in the office still vivid in both their minds.

Zara's hand accidentally brushed against Kai's, sending a shiver down his spine. "Sorry," she whispered, her eyes meeting his in the dimly lit room.

"It's okay," Kai replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He turned slightly to face her, their faces inches apart.

Zara bit her lip, her gaze dropping to his lips then back up to his eyes. "I can't stop thinking about earlier," she confessed, her voice soft and vulnerable.

Kai's breath hitched. "Neither can I," he admitted, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. Their eyes locked, the world around them fading into obscurity.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Kai leaned in, his lips grazing hers gently at first, then more firmly as Zara responded, her arms wrapping around his neck. The kiss deepened, tongues entwining, passion igniting between them like wildfire.

Their bodies pressed closer, Zara straddling his lap, her hands roaming under his shirt, feeling the warm skin of his back. Kai's hands found her waist, pulling her tighter against him, his hardness pressing against her through the thin fabric of their pajamas.

"We should stop," Kai muttered against her lips, even as he kissed down her neck, his teeth nipping gently at her skin.

"I know," Zara gasped, arching her back, offering herself to him. "But I can't."

Kai's hands slid up her sides, under her shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts. Zara moaned softly, her head falling back as he teased her nipples through her bra.

"Take it off," Kai breathed, his voice urgent. Zara obeyed, her shirt discarded quickly, her bra following, baring her to his hungry gaze.

Kai's eyes darkened with desire as he looked at her, his hands gentle yet firm as he cupped her breasts, thumbs stroking her hardened nipples. Zara whimpered, her hands fumbling with the button of his pajama pants, desperate to feel him fully against her.

With a swift motion, she had them undone, her hand sliding inside, grasping his erection. Kai groaned, his head falling back as she stroked him, her fingers learning his shape, his size, his heat.

"Fuck," Kai growled, his control slipping. He pushed her back gently, his hands moving to her pants, yanking them down along with her panties, leaving her naked before him.

Zara lay back on his bed, her legs spread wide, her eyes burning with need. "Please," she begged, her voice raw with desire.

Kai positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gruff with emotion.

"Yes, please," Zara replied, her hands gripping his hips.

With one swift movement, Kai thrust into her, filling her completely. They both cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure echoing in the quiet room. Kai paused, giving her a moment to adjust, his forehead resting against hers.

"Move," Zara whispered, her nails digging into his back.

Kai began to move, slowly at first, then faster, deeper, each thrust pushing them closer to the edge. Zara met his rhythm, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper still.

Their bodies slapped together, the sound drowned out by their heavy breathing, their groans of pleasure. Zara's inner walls clenched around Kai, driving him wild.

Kai's thrusts became more urgent, each one driving deeper into Zara as their bodies moved in sync. The room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and soft moans, each noise a testament to the intensity of their desire. Zara's fingers dug into Kai's back, her nails leaving small crescent marks as she urged him on.

"Harder,"Zara whispered, her voice barely audible over the rhythmic thumping of theheadboard against the wall. "Please, Kai, harder. HARDER."