Undeniably His(84)

Kalin leans over the bed and removes each of his shoes, then unbuckles his belt, twists out of his jeans, and tosses them aside. I can see the outline of his swollen, bulbous head and shaft firmly pressed and extended against the cotton fabric of his briefs. He tugs at the waistband on his briefs, and pulls the elastic up and over to clear his massive erection pointing upward. I pull my knees up while watching his glistening hardness spring free from the fabric. He pulls out of his briefs and flicks them onto the rumpled pile of clothes steadily gathering on the floor. Working the buttons on his shirt, his dark eyes wander over my body before burning like flames into mine. He peels his shirt off, and tosses it with the rest of his clothes. The muscles of his arms ripple and cord, and his massive erection is pointing straight up over the smooth rippled slabs of his stomach.

I feel my center clench from the thought of him inside of me. He walks toward me, his erection bouncing and slapping against his flat stomach. He crawls on top of me and presses my forearms to the bed. “My sweet little Annabelle, how long I have waited for this moment.” He grazes the skin on my neck with his teeth and lips, and I twist my hips toward him as the sharp sensations prickle down to my center.

Kalin leans up from me on his knees, and my eyes lock onto his beautiful body. His broad chest muscles clench with power, and his long body is perfectly proportioned into a V shape. His stomach is long and lean, with hard plates of muscle visible under his taut, golden skin. The scar from his ribs to his chest does not diminish the beauty of his body, but somehow makes him more rugged and carnal, more dangerous and dominant.

Kalin grabs a pillow and places it under my ass. “My side is still healing. This will keep it clear, and will give you a wild ride, baby.”

“Whatever it takes, Kalin. Just fuck me,” I rasp.

Kalin positions the pillow so that my pelvis is angled up. I wrap my legs around his waist and smile with anticipation. Kalin pulls me toward him and leans in with a playful growl. I run my small hands over the magnificent muscles of his chest, now within reach. I kiss the hard, throbbing mounds of his chest, and press my lips over his areola, licking and tasting his warm, salty flesh, and the hard peak of his nipple. My hands slide to his waist, and around his stomach, feeling the hard slabs of muscle over his beautiful, smooth skin, the indented line that travels from between the beautiful mounds of his chest to his navel, and down to his throbbing, powerful shaft.

Kalin presses my forearms back, causing aching want to wash over my body. I want to touch him, feel him, have him, but his strong grip denies me, and he pushes my arms back to the bed. I am aching for his invasion. He angles my body so that I am away from his injured left side, and with one powerful thrust, he enters my begging center. My back arches and I shriek with pain mixed with delight.

He is holding my left hip up with his right arm, and his arm and chest muscles throb and sweat beautifully to the rhythm of his thrusts. My hips angle so that each powerful thrust strokes my upper wall, causing searing heat to erupt and burn to my center, igniting like fire to every nerve and fiber. Beads of sweat glisten over me, and I am losing control of my body. Kalin pounds me harder, and involuntary and unintelligible cries of ecstasy escape from my mouth. His guttural growls are matched with hard thrusts, and I am in his thrall of punishing, uncontrollable ecstasy. I grasp his forearms and splinter under him in a thousand pieces as another orgasm rips through me and causes me to shriek involuntarily.

Kalin comes a few seconds later with a deep, satisfied rumble. I drift between my body and some heavenly place only Kalin takes me. My breathing is ragged and my heart is pounding. Kalin gently releases my legs and pulls out of me, which gives me one last sharp, pleasant sensation during the afterglow of the orgasm.

“Absolutely incredible. When are your parents coming back?” I ask with a hint of concern.

“The hike is about an hour. They should be back soon. I can wash your delicious body if you like.” Kalin narrows his eyes at me and lifts a brow.

“You know we don’t have time.” I shake my head at his persistence. Kalin is already ready to go. What a sex god.

“Then while you take a shower, I can wash your clothes, and you can put on some jeans I have for you in the closet here. No one will know,” he says with amusement.

“Thank God you have some extra clothes here,” I say with a shade of embarrassment. “But you should know this will only work if you comb your just-fucked hair, Kalin. As sexy as it is, it is pretty obvious what you’ve been doing.”

Kalin sits on the bed and runs his hand through his hair. Turning to me, he traces his finger around my outer foot. He lifts my foot and kisses my instep, and massages the fleshy part under my toes. “You have beautiful feet, Annabelle. Every part of you is beautiful.”