Matured scene. If you are not comfortable with stuff like this, kindly Skip this chapter.
As soon as he said those words, he then pressed me up against the back of the door.
His hands keep me suspended, my legs wound tightly around his waist as he moves his mouth against mine, like he can’t get enough.
I run my hands in the soft hair on the back of his head, gripping it tightly as I drag my mouth along his jaw and on to his throat, biting beneath his earlobe and revelling in the sound of his aroused groans.
My hands find the bottom of his long t-shirt and he assists in pulling it over his head, throwing it to the side and wrapping his arms around my waist once again.
It’s as if neither of us want to break the kissing while we attempt to rip each other’s clothes off.
He drops me to my feet and pulls my shirt over my head.
“Fvck kiara, you are perfect.” He growls, digging his fingers into my thighs and re positioning my legs around his waist with an effortless lift.
He walks me over to the bed and throws me down, standing at the edge and admiring me with such a heated look that it causes the pulsating between my legs to grow stronger and stronger.
His eye contact doesn’t falter as his hands slide up my thighs and expertly flick the button of my jeans open.
My breathing becomes rapid as he slowly pulls them down my legs and discards them, leaving me totally exposed.
But it doesn’t cause a sense of vulnerability.
I feel invigorated and sensual.
“You are beautiful babe.” He mumbles, his eyes sweeping every inch of me as he starts peppering kisses above my knees, slowly working his way higher and higher.
“Oh kyle.” I gasp as his mouth meets my cl!t, his tongue flicking out and teasing me with slow but strong laps.
“Kyle.” I close my eyes and fall into a state of total bliss as his mouth does the most magical things I’ve ever felt.
I dig my fingers into his hair, arching my hips and driving myself further into his mouth.
His hands slide up my hips and waist and wrap around my breasts, kneading them, pinching my nipples and driving me wild with a total sensory overload.
“Oh God!” I cry out as I feel a knot of tension building deep within me. I can feel his mouth smiling in response to the way my body jolts with ecstasy.
“Kyle, please!” I cried out, unable to wait any longer.
He gets up, keeping his eyes on me as he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth.
With superhuman speed he pulls his jeans off and reaches into his side drawer, wasting no time in opening the foil packet and sliding on its contents.
The size of him isn’t a surprise, I have seen the print before.
But it does coax a little gasp of concern from me now that it’s actually going to be inside me.
And not just in a fantasy, but in reality.
I have imagined this for a long time, but the fact that it’s really happening goes beyond anything I could have dreamed up on my own.
He crawls back on to the bed, hovering over me with a longing look.
“I have wanted you for so long, sweeety.” He growls, leaning down beside my ear, his hand massaging my bréast and his tip teasing my entrance.
“And don’t think this doesn’t mean anything to me.” He mumbles against my throat, lining himself up between my legs.
“Because it means everything to me.”
He plunges himself into me and I cry out in both pain and pleasure.
He quickly puts his hand over my mouth, but doesn’t slow his strokes, moving in and out, picking up speed with each thrust while I cry out in ecstasy, my moans being muffled by his hand.
“I wish I could hear you scream babe.”.He pants.
“Just not tonight. I want to take it step by step.”
He pulls out and grips my hips, flipping me on to my stomach and dragging me backwards so that my feet are on the ground and I’m bent over the side of the bed.
I don’t get a second to react because he fills me with a forceful thrust.
This time I have the mattress to barrier my screams.
I bite down on the comforter as he thrusts in and out, impossibly fast and hard.
“Fvck you feel good.” He hisses through clenched teeth, winding his hand into my hair and pulling on it as he continues to pummel me.
His free hand comes around underneath my body, finding my clit and rubbing circular motions while he continues to penetrate me in a way that I have never felt before.
The knot in my stomach begins to grow again, the need for release becoming more prominent by the second.
“Yes cheer,” he groans, panting as he slams in and out.
“I can feel you. Cûm with me gorgeous.”
Kyle may come off as selfish and arrogant to some people.
But damn is he giving in the bedroom.
I scream into the mattress as I release.
His groans are stifled by a clenched jaw as he pumps slowly, in and out, letting himself go inside me.
Considering he is wearing a côndom, I have to assume that the mess sliding down my leg belongs to me and if I wasn’t so high on pure euphoria, I would feel embarrassed by him getting on his knees and licking up the length of my leg.
He turns me around and wraps his arm around my waist, slamming our hot sweaty bodies together.
He is all that is keeping me on my feet, my knees weak and wobbly.
“How are you?” He grins with a cute smirk.
“Fine” I said breathlessly.
“Good.” He kisses my mouth.
“Because we just started.”