Chapter 9; Dirty Reunion 1.3

Nadia woke slowly, sunlight filtering through the shutters in soft golden lines across the bed. Her body felt heavy and tender, especially between her legs, where the ache from last night lingered like a secret she couldn’t ignore. Kai was still asleep beside her, one strong arm thrown across her waist, his breathing deep and even. His skin was warm against hers, and she could smell the faint mix of rain, salt, and sex on him.

She lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, feeling the dried stickiness on her thighs and the faint bruises his fingers had left on her hips. Part of her wanted to slip out quietly and pretend last night hadn’t happened. Another part—the louder part—wanted to roll over and wake him with her mouth.

She chose the middle path. She slid out from under his arm, careful not to disturb him, and reached for his discarded linen shirt on the floor. It was too big, the sleeves falling past her hands, the hem barely covering her ass. She buttoned only two buttons in the middle, leaving it open at the top and bottom. The fabric carried his scent strongly, and she hated how comforting it felt.

Kai stirred when she moved. His eyes opened slowly, dark and sleepy, then sharpened as they landed on her standing there in his shirt. He propped himself up on one elbow, the sheet slipping down to his waist. His cock twitched visibly under the thin fabric, already thickening at the sight of her.

“Morning,” he rasped, voice still thick with sleep.

She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up slightly. “We need to talk about last night.”

He sat up fully, the sheet pooling in his lap. “We will. After.”

“After what?”

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, completely naked, cock now fully hard and curving toward her. He walked over slowly, giving her time to step back if she wanted. She didn’t.

He stopped inches away, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. One hand came up to cup her jaw gently, thumb brushing her lower lip. The other slid under the shirt, palm flat against her stomach, then higher to cover her breast. He squeezed softly, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked under his touch.

“You’re still wet,” he murmured, voice low and rough. His hand drifted down again, between her thighs. Fingers parted her folds—slow, exploratory—and found her slick and swollen. “Still full of my cum from the beach and the wall.”

She inhaled sharply when two fingers slid inside her, easy because of how ready she was. “I hate that you do this to me,” she whispered, but her hips rocked forward anyway.

“Then hate me while I make you feel good.”

He kissed her neck—soft at first, then harder—while his fingers curled inside her, stroking that spot that made her knees tremble. His thumb found her clit and rubbed slow, firm circles. She gripped his shoulders, nails digging in.

“Kai…”

“Say my name like that again,” he growled against her skin.

She did—breathless, needy. He added a third finger, stretching her, pumping steadily while his thumb worked her clit faster. She came quickly, a sharp, shuddering release that left her gasping against his chest, walls fluttering around his fingers.

He didn’t pull away. He kept moving slowly, drawing out the aftershocks until she was whimpering.

Then he lifted her easily, legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her back to the bed. He laid her down gently this time, climbed over her, and positioned himself at her entrance. He entered her slowly—inch by thick inch—letting her feel every ridge, every vein.

Their eyes stayed locked as he bottomed out. He paused there, buried deep, hips grinding in small circles that rubbed the base of his cock against her clit.

“I’m not running this time,” he said quietly. “I’m here. I want this—all of it.”

She searched his face, something soft cracking open inside her chest. “Then show me.”

He started moving—long, deep thrusts that hit every sensitive spot. His hand slipped between them, thumb circling her clit again while he fucked her steadily. She wrapped her legs tighter, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper.

She came again—slower this time, rolling waves that made her tremble and clench around him. He groaned, his pace faltering, then he thrust harder a few times before burying himself deep and coming inside her—hot cum filled her until it leaked out around him.

They stayed connected for long minutes, breathing together, foreheads touching.

Eventually he kissed her temple. “We’re late for brunch.”

She smiled faintly. “Worth it.”

They showered together—hands soaping each other, kisses turning lazy and lingering. He fingered her against the tile until she came once more, quiet and shuddering. She returned the favor, dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth until he spilled down her throat.

They dressed—her in a light white maxi dress, him in linen shirt and shorts—and headed to the terrace.

They sat close at brunch. His hand found her thigh under the table almost immediately.

His fingers crept higher, slipped under her dress, pushed her panties aside. He rubbed her clit in slow circles while the planner talked about the day’s schedule.

She bit her lip to stay quiet. Her body tensed. She came silently—shuddering,her thighs squeezing his hand—while everyone else laughed at Tom’s joke.

He withdrew his fingers slowly and licked them clean under the table, eyes on hers the whole time.

She elbowed him lightly. He just smiled that slow, knowing smile.

After brunch, during photos, he pulled her behind tall hibiscus bushes.

“You’re impossible,” she whispered.

“You love it.”

She kissed him—deep, hungry—right there in the open.

“Tonight,” he said against her mouth. “After everything..”

“No more running,” she agreed.

They stepped back out, hands brushing as they rejoined the group. Their secret smiles said everything.