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“Green?”
“Yes.”
He guides himself into me slowly. The first stretch pulls a deep moan from me. Kell slows, watching my face.
“More.”
A low sound slips out of him, almost swallowed by the resonance in his chest. Then he moves again, slowly. He gives me time to take him, every inch, the fine woven ridges along his shaft dragging lightly against me as he moves deeper. The texture is subtle at first, more noticeable when he shifts the angle, each shallow ridge pressing where smooth skin wouldn’t. His resonance changes with the contact, no longer something I feel only through his hands or the mattress. It hums directly through the place where our bodies are joined, a low vibration layered beneath the fullness of him.
By the time his hips settle against mine, I have to close my eyes and breathe through the intensity of having both sensations at once. Then he moves.
Slowly at first. Sex with Kell has become familiar enough that I know how to meet him. I know how to shift my hips, how to pull him closer, where to touch his back when I want the resonance inside him to deepen.
Now my hands can’t do any of it. The first instinct is still to help.
My wrists flex above me, ready to reach for him, and the restraints answer instead. Kell withdraws almost completely and pushes back in.
“Oh.”
There’s something almost shocking about letting his body set the pace and discovering I don’t disappear inside it. I can still tell him harder. Slower. There. I can still say yellow or red. I just can’t use my hands to steer him. I have to put what I want into words.
“Harder.” His next stroke drives deeper.
“Yes.”
The resonance rises through him and into me. His next thrust shifts slightly, then the one after that changes again, as though he’s following every involuntary movement of my hips and every sound I fail to suppress.
A slight adjustment of his knee opens me wider. His hand closes around my hip, and the next stroke catches somewhere that makes my entire body tighten.
“There.”
He does it again. My wrists jerk against the restraints. Again.
“Kell.”
His name breaks in the middle. The resonance inside him turns rougher, breaking into stronger pulses that travel through his chest, his hips, and directly into me with every stroke.
I can feel his control changing without having to guess at it. His rhythm is still deliberate, but his body isn’t quiet anymore. The knowledge makes me hotter.
“Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
He keeps the same angle. The same rhythm.
I let my head fall back and give up the last stupid impulse to help him do what he is already doing perfectly well. There is only Kell above me, his body moving into mine, the ties holding when I pull against them, and the terrible, perfect helplessness of having nothing to do but feel.
The second orgasm begins lower than the first, a slow tightening that gathers each time he moves. My legs tremble around him, and my breathing breaks into sounds I don’t recognize.
Kell’s resonance builds with mine, the pulses coming faster now. His next thrust loses some of its smooth precision, then the next, and I feel the change through every place we’re joined.
Release hits hard enough to tear a cry out of me. Kell follows almost immediately.
His whole structure draws tight above me as resonance breaks through him in powerful waves. I feel every one of them where our bodies are joined, and my own orgasm deepens with each pulse.
For several seconds, his resonance runs straight through my orgasm until I can’t tell where one sensation ends and the other begins. Then it begins to ease.
The resonance inside Kell breaks into smaller waves before fading. His weight settles more heavily over me, his forehead dropping briefly against my shoulder while the last shudder moves through his body. I turn my face toward him.
