I Love You

*Her*

Graduation was tomorrow, I couldn’t contain my excitement. It felt like things were finally coming to an end, like we could finally close this chapter.

The past couple of days had been hard on Kian, and I felt a bit guilty. Maybe I had pushed him too quickly, and now his body was tired from the night we shared together.

Still he was more attentive, seeking my touch more, smiling more when I spoke. We were good, we were improving. Those moments where he looked as if his mind was somewhere else? How could I blame him?

He spent most of the day in bed, tending the wound in his chest. Still, nothing could stop me from feeling all the anticipation that came with finally graduating.

I looked over my shoulder when I heard his footsteps behind me. I smiled and he wrapped his arms around my waist. With my head leaned back against his shoulder, I inhaled his scent, smiling to myself.

We had had all day to ourselves. We spent all day planning out what we would do after graduation, we talked about schools and scholarships. I had wanted to ask him about getting an apartment together, but I figured I would broach the subject tonight.

He looked down at me, his eyes shifting between my eyes. The emotion in them was heavy, it was almost unsettling. He swallowed, his throat moving uncomfortably.

“Are you feeling okay?” I twisted in his hold pressing my hands to his chest.

He inhaled slowly and nodded, “Yes, there’s just so much going on.”

I smiled, “I know, but it’s all good, we’re graduating tomorrow, you’re getting better everyday. It’s going to get better, Kian.”

He chuckled, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. I pushed the feeling of anxiety down. If there was something wrong, he would tell me. He promised he would.

I wanted to give him the space to process through whatever emotion he was struggling with.

So, again, I didn’t pry.

“Umm,” He frowned, looking down at the ground to avoid my questioning gaze, “I won’t be walking.”

“What?

“I just want the diploma, In. I don’t want to walk on some stage with a stupid ass gown.”

I frowned, “It’s not stupid, Kian.”

When he brought his gaze back to me, tears filled his lids.

“Kian?” I brought my hands to his cheeks, cupping his face.

My chest turned cold and worry made my eyebrows crease in a painful frown.

“What’s wrong, Ki?”

His eyes brightened and a soft smile curved his lips. His nostrils flared and he pressed his face into my hands, closing his eyes while he inhaled slowly.

“I just always imagined this day with my family.”

My heart sunk and I pulled his head to my shoulder, hugging him tighter, “I’m so sorry, Kian.”

“I’m all alone now.”

I pulled back, digging my fingers further into his cheeks, “Hey, you’re not alone. I’m here. You never have to be alone again.”

The emotion in my chest was overwhelming. What I had been thinking these past few weeks was confirmed as I looked at him now.

He was my family and I was his.

And I knew we would be in the future and forever, because life without him? It would be impossible.

I saw adoration mirrored back at me in those green eyes I loved so much. I choked on my breath as I looked at him.

Forgetting my plans for dinner, I pushed myself to the tips of my toes and pressed my lips to his.

He inhaled slowly, taking a moment before he pressed his tongue to my lips and I let him in, moaning when he rolled his tongue against mine. I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth and he grunted, his breath fanning my face.

His tense shoulders turned into liquid and his body molded perfectly against mine.

I was immediately wet, craving his touch everywhere. I wasn’t ashamed anymore at how my body reacted to his. I loved it, actually.

He dug his fingers into the skin of my waist, dragging them to the small of my back before sliding them into my shorts.

“Kian, please,” I whimpered.

He continued to knead my skin, panting when he pulled away for a second before he began to kiss my neck. He growled against my skin, picking me up, and taking me to his room.

He threw me on the bed, standing over me with his chest heaving. Wetness pooled between my legs as I watched him undress, biting back a moan when he fisted his thick cock.

I reached for my shirt but was stopped with his strong grip on my wrist.

He shook his head, “Let me.”

His eyes expressed the vulnerability he had shown in the kitchen and I could do nothing but nod. Whatever I could give him, I would.

He kneeled in front of me, his hand running up the length of my arm. The touch sent chills up my spine and the anticipation was burning my chest.

He gripped the hem of my shirt, softly bringing it over my head. His eyes drank me in and I felt like the most beautiful, cherished person in the world.

He leaned toward me, brushing his lips on my forehead, tracing them down the side of my face and pressing them against the skin behind my ear. All while he unclipped my bra.

The material fell, exposing my nipples to the chill air.

I heard his sharp inhale, clearly. His eyes glued to the brown circles on my breasts.

I choked on my breath when he ran his fingers over them, my core pooling even more wetness.

“Have I ever told you that you smell like peaches to me?”

My nostrils flared and I shook my head.

He shifted, sucking my nipple into his mouth and I groaned his name.

“Fucking taste like them too.”

His breath tickled my skin as he maneuvered to suck my other nipple between his lips, scraping his teeth against it.

I gripped the sheets beneath me, trying so hard not to pull him against me and force him to fuck me. Fast.

He let his body slide down, and I watched him eye fuck every inch of my body. But my heart contracted painfully when I saw the sadness in the golden flecks of his pupils.

What was he thinking? Not only had he never done this with me, he had never looked at me like that. Not while we he touched me, at least.

Panic rose through my stomach, painfully, and I parted my lips to ask him what was wrong. But I was taken from my thoughts when he pressed his finger against my clit.

I hadn’t even realized he had taken off my shorts.

I squealed, fisting the sheets even tighter.

His eyes shot up to my face, reading the expression of complete ecstasy. I inhaled, not recognizing that I had held my breath. My lungs burned.

I began to physically ache for him. I needed to feel him inside me, needed to feel him stretch me, fill me. Fuck, I wanted him so bad. I jerked my hips, trying to feel some friction against my clit.

His breath fanned the inside of my thigh, “Don’t. Move.”

I whined, “Kian, please. Fuck me.”

“I will.”

“Kian.”

“Please, just let me just look at you.”

The pleading in his voice, the sadness in his eyes had me shutting my mouth. Whatever I could give him, I would.

“You’re stunning when you’re wet, baby.”

Fuck, the pain in my stomach turned worse. I swear I could feel my clit pulse, feel my core clench, feel my insides turning.

His fingers traced my clit and my lips, slowly. It was incredibly sensual, exquisite. He attached his lips to the inside of my thigh, causing me to jerk in response. His tongue lapped at my skin while he sucked.

The pain was acute, but it drove the arousal I felt like a rocket.

His fingers continued to explore every inch of my pussy, not leaving a single inch untouched.

His eyes suddenly found my face, his gaze burning into mine and he thrusted his fingers inside, my walls automatically clenching around him.

I mewled, my hips involuntarily thrusting toward him.

Whatever restrain he held snapped. He took his fingers from me, crawling over me until the tip of his cock lined up to my entrance.

“Yes,” I moaned, pressing my chest to his, “Fuck me, please. I need you to fuck me.”

His jaw clenched and his eyes caressed my face. God, he was beautiful.

He leaned back, and I was about to cry for him to return his warmth to me when I felt his cock slowly enter me. His eyes were glued to where he ended and I began.

I frowned, used to him wanting to see my face, but the muscles in my face soon turned languid when I was stretched by the delicious girth of his cock

"Kian," I groaned, my legs already beginning to tremble.

He took his time, watching every inch enter me, watching the lips of my pussy stretch.

"Beautiful," He whispered.

My throat was thick from the emotion and i strangled on my words. Choosing to moan instead.

His eyes flicked toward mine, "Tell me, tell me you love it."

I nodded, fighting for breath while wave after wave of pleasure pulsated through, crashing in the depths of my insides, "I fucking love it."

He began to thrust, slowly. I pressed my teeth together. The way he stretched out every feeling of pleasure was agonizing. It felt amazing. I was drowning in the feeling.

Each delicate movement increased the delicious pain that settled in the pit of my stomach. He curled my hair behind my ear, before settling his hand on my throat.

“You’re so beautiful, Inesa.”

He squeezed softly and I trembled with a moan.

I shook my head, “No, you’re beautiful.”

He smiled and chuckled darkly, pressing his thumb underneath my chin, drawing circles in my sensitive skin.

I was desperate for more, and I grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling him incredibly close.

“Faster, Kian. Please.”

He swallowed, “I want you to feel every inch as I fuck you, slowly.”

My eyes rolled back. The tenor of his voice, the vibrations it sent through the air were making me see stars. It was a delicious sound. Coupled with his cock in my pussy, I didn’t stand a chance.

“I want you to remember,” He rasped softly.

God, I moaned. I would always remember every thing. The first time we had slept together? The memory was still seared in my brain.

Of course I would remember. I would remember every time.

His finger circled my clit, the sound of my wetness reaching my ears. I wanted to be embarrassed, but I loved the sound. Loved that it only confirmed how much my body needed him.

The painful pleasure increased, coiling tightly until I knew it would unravel and explode.

"Kian,"

His nostrils flared, "Come, baby. Come, please. I can’t do this much longer."

I brought my gaze to his, noticing the pain etched in his face, taking in the strained muscles across his chest. He was just as unraveled as I was.

I screamed, letting my body tremble with the orgasm that lit me. He followed, grunting and turning rigid as he pumped his cum into me.

He slumped over me, his breath directly in my ear. We stayed like that until our breaths slowed, until the sweat on my brow cooled.

He didn’t make a move and when I tried to lift myself from him, he wrapped his arms around my waist, keeping me where I was.

He was still inside me, and it sent me into another convulsing mess.

He pressed his thumb against my clit and I squealed, my body already responding again.

"I'm not ready to leave you yet,” He whispered, his voice thick.

I nodded against his shoulder. He could live inside me for all I cared.

He continued to play with my clit and I screamed through three more orgasms, shuddering as the last one disappeared after reaching the tips of my fingers and toes.

My eyes grew so heavy and I laid my head on his chest.

He moved us carefully, making sure to not unsheathe himself from me. I could my feel my walls clenching around him and I shivered.

I inhaled the scent if his skin, letting sleep take over my fuzzy mind. Darkness took over, but not before I heard his whispered words.

“I love you.”