It was so different, being touched by Ky. Misae wasn't used to such gentleness, such tenderness, and gods help her but the last time she had been touched like this was also the first time: her wedding night. That one night of bliss and love before the world had come crashing down around her in the morning and ripped her life away from her, and she had never thought she would ever experience something like this again.
A little delirious with heat and passion, Misae kissed Ky back hungrily as she pressed him to her, arms around his neck as she enjoyed his skin against hers, as he stroked her so affectionately it made her chest tighten--
And then she cried out as he lifted her legs onto his shoulder and sank back in so slowly, her sounds soon muffled by that brief kiss, but then the softness ended as he started to pound her, so unexpectedly she let out a startled yelp. And she was glad for it, glad for the sudden shift, the sudden fierceness, because if he had kept touching her so gently she might have cried for the ache in her chest.
But now as he took her again, their bodies slapping together in animalistic passion, she could forget and lose herself in the heat and pleasure and roughness, her hands shooting out to grab onto his and thread their fingers together as she threw her head back and screamed.
"Oh gods, Ky, oh gods, I'm gonna come!" she cried as the angle and new depth had her swiftly approaching the edge, that trembling, wonderful pleasure building to the point of bursting.