Kenan Yildiz - Ex

Chp. 8

As said Kenan doesn't disappoint one bit. He never really does in that department, but it's been a while since then. Not just since being with Kenan but with anyone cause I couldn't bring myself to get sexual with anyone else.

He stands up and starts unzipping his pants as his eyes remain om me. Almost like a silent promise of unforgettable pleasure. His pants fall to the floor with a light thud and suddenly everything seems extra quite. Its late at night, everything seems louder anyways.

Kenan steps out of his pants, his eyes still glued on me. His cock straining against his black boxers. He slowly but confidently walks towards the bed to my side. He looks down at me with eyes burning with lust and desire. He gives me a little encouraging nod with his head.

"Take it out."

He says confidently and I don't hesitate. I position myself in a comfortable position on the bed, on my knees in front of him. I lightly, bit teasingly run my fingertips down his toned chest, feeling his muscles tense under my touch.

"Does it hurt?"

I say teasingly with a fake concerned look before I glance back down to his throbbing cock, that's begging to be freed. I take ahold of the waistband of his boxers and slid it down just enough to reveal his tip. His tip standing upright right under his belly button, already leaking precum.

"Fuck Bella.... You can't tease me..."

Kenan says in a breathy whisper, his eyes closing at the minimal touch and head falling back slightly. I smirk with a satisfied grin at him. I've never been bad at giving pleasure to guys but seeing Kenan like this... it does something to me.

"Touch me Bella. I've waited long enough. Please..."

Kenan says his voice trembling, his hips bucking forward urging me to touch him and give him what he wants. I think I actually enjoy this side of him. All needy and whiny. I lean slightly forward and plant light but effective kisses along his tense chest and abs. Starting from his left peck to his belly button, right above his leaking tip.

"Please Bella. Just take it out already..."

He wines out like a little child that wasn't allowed to get two scoops of ice cream but instead only got allowed one. But one's better than none.

"Impatient aren't you...?"

I say teasingly, a cocky smile on my lips as I lean my head back to look at his needy expression. It suits him. A lot, actually. More than it should. But he should keep it hidden, only for me to see, for his own sake. I slowly but surely grab the waistband of his boxers again and pull his boxers completely down this time, it falling to the floor.

The air suddenly feels heavier than before, but I brought this on myself right? I wanted this, right? Having Kenan stand in front of me, naked, looking down at me with hopeful but determined eyes. That's what I wanted? That's what Kenan wants. I want more. But I'll let him have it, for now. It's not like I don't want this. I know it's confusing but everything's confusing, when it comes to Kenan and what he wants. Yet again I don't dare ask.

Kenan brings me out of my thoughts as he reaches a hand out to brush a strand of my hair behind my ear. He must have noticed my expression changing or something because he seems more careful now.

"Not so confident and commanding now, huh?"

Kenan says with a playful smirk as he gently pushes me onto the bed. He crawls onto the bed, pinning me to the bed with his big muscular body. He leans down, planting a soft kiss on my right breast.

"I've got you, okay?"

He says gently, sucking on my nipple, taking away all my previous worries. He's being far too nice. He wasn't even this nice when we where dating. He liked it rough, so I don't understand... why or what... changed?