Chapter 242: Be With You

Kalon kept his mouth on her until Thea’s legs started failing.

He licked through her in long, greedy strokes, then sealed his lips around her clit and sucked while two fingers pushed into her from below.

Thea’s voice broke against the couch cushion. Her ass clenched under his other hand, thighs shaking hard on either side of his head.

Every time her hips jerked he followed them, tongue flat against her, refusing to let the pressure ease. She was already soaked from the earlier work of his mouth, and each suck pulled another unsteady sound out of her.

"Kalon— wait— I’m—"

He did not wait. He curled his fingers inside her, kept his mouth locked on her clit, and worked her straight through the edge. Thea came with a wet pulse against his tongue that left her open and dripping. A thin line of it ran down toward her clit as she tried to stay upright over the arm of the couch, arms trembling, face turned into the cushion.

He gave her three slower licks through the aftershock, just enough to make her twitch and swear under her breath, then pulled back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Kalon stood, shoved his trousers down, and took her by the hips while she was still bent over. The head of his cock found her easily.

She was soaked.

He pushed in with one continuous thrust until his hips met her ass and her pussy stretched tight around the full length of him. The heat of her closed around him all at once, still fluttering from the orgasm.

Thea made a choked sound and clawed at the fabric.

He did not start fast. He stayed buried for a second, hands spread over her hips, feeling the way her walls gripped him after she came. Then he fucked her from behind in a steady driving rhythm, deeper than the first strokes, using the bend of the couch to keep her exactly where he wanted.

Each thrust forced her soft ass to rebound against him. Her pussy made a thick wet sound around his cock every time he bottomed out. Kalon looked down and watched the place they joined, the way her entrance clung to him on the pullback, shiny and pink, before he drove back in and forced another broken moan out of her.

"Don’t stop—" Thea managed.

He changed angle, planted one foot wider, and started short hard strokes that stayed deep instead of long. Thea’s whole body rocked under him. Her breasts hung and swung under her top, still trapped in the fabric because neither of them had bothered removing it.

Kalon reached forward, yanked the top and bra up together, and let them spill free so he could grab one while he fucked her. Soft weight filled his hand. Her nipple tightened under his fingers. When he pinched it, Thea pushed back onto his cock harder, chasing the depth with a shaky breath.

"Harder," she said, voice rough. "Please—"

She spoke in a way that someone in her position shouldn’t. What happened to elegant daughter of the Bluegale family? She behaved like a slut when with her lover.

Kalon gave her harder.

Sweat built at the base of her spine. Her pussy kept fluttering around him in small aftershocks from the first orgasm, wet enough now that it ran down the inside of one thigh and caught the light from the window.

He released her breast, took both her wrists, and pinned them against the small of her back. The new hold made her arch and forced her ass higher. Her shoulders dropped against the couch. He used the angle and drove into her until the couch frame faintly knocked the wall with a dull repeated sound.

Thea’s second climax hit messier than the first.

She clenched down hard, a raw cry leaving her throat, and her knees nearly slid out from under her. Her pussy locked around his cock in tight pulses, wetness spilling out around the base of him with each spasm.

Kalon held her up by the wrists and hips and kept thrusting through it, fucking her open while she came, short wet strokes that dragged every last tremor out of her. Her bare breasts dragged against the couch cushion under her. She could barely keep her knees set.

Only when her arms went slack in his grip did he let go, grab her waist again, and chase his own finish with faster, heavier thrusts that made her ass ripple against him.

The wet sound of it filled the high-rise room.

Thea could only moan and take it, still sensitive, still open, still bent over the couch with his hands leaving red marks on her hips.

He pulled out at the last second, stroked himself once against the soft of her ass, and came across the small of her back and the upper curves of both cheeks. Thick ropes landed on her flushed skin and began sliding slowly toward the cleft between them.

A final pulse landed lower, closer to the top of her crack. Thea stayed bent over the couch, breathing hard, bare ass marked with his cum, pussy still twitching in the open air, thighs shiny from her own wetness.

Kalon braced one hand on the couch and caught his breath behind her.

For a while neither of them spoke. The city noise far below the glass was the only sound under their breathing.

Cum cooled on her skin in slow trails.

Kalon found a wet wipe and cleaned the worst of the mess off her back with careful passes while she stayed where she was, still bent, still recovering.

Eventually Thea shifted, turned carefully, and looked up at him from a half-sitting position against the couch. Her blue eyes were damp and serious, face still flushed, top still shoved up over her bare breasts. A strand of hair stuck to her cheek. Her legs did not look steady yet.

She did not look away when she spoke.

"I want to be with you forever."

There was no joke under it. No nervous laugh afterward. Just the plain statement, left in the open between them.