“What are you doing?” I ask, and I sound breathless even to my own ears.
“After a declaration like that, I need to fuck you,” he answers, robbing me of breath once again. “And I can’t fuck you like I need to on the entryway tile, so you better hold on. This ride is about to get a little bumpy.”
“You should know by now that’s my favorite kind of ride.” I laugh as he takes the next flight of stairs at a dead run. One thing I can say for sure, the navy trained my man well. He carries me like I’m tiny, like I weigh nothing at all.
As he quickly makes his way down the hall to my bedroom door, it feels like I’m flying, and I guess I am. I took a leap, hoping he would catch me before I fell, and so far, it looks like he has. The other feelings swirling dangerously near my heart, I’ll address when I get home from the desert. Kyle and I have plenty of time for that then, but now, I want to enjoy my time with him just like this before I leave.
He was right when he said we have time to talk later. We will. But now I’m going to enjoy being his and him being mine.
Kyle flings me down onto the big bed when I yelp and laugh again as I bounce, but all the teasing and laughter dry up in my throat when he reaches behind his neck and pulls his T-shirt over his head. I don’t know what it is about the move, but it is so damn sexy. The buckle on his belt clinks and clanks as he undoes it and slowly lowers the zipper on his well-worn jeans. Even though I know what’s hidden inside them, I still bite down on my tongue to keep the whimper locked in my mouth. But the glimmer in his eyes tells me he knows how much I want him, and the smirk that twitches at the corner of his mouth as he pushes his jeans down to show he’s got nothing on underneath says he’s going to give me what I want and enjoy doing it.
I watch as Kyle climbs up the bed and covers his body with mine. He presses his lips to mine, and I open underneath him, letting him lick into my mouth. I suck his tongue deeper as he glides his hands all over my body, touching me everywhere, lighting me on fire as he goes.
He grabs the hem of my tank and rips it up over my head, jerking me up into his arms before he tosses the material to the ground and crushing his mouth to mine. But then just as suddenly as it started, his arms are gone, and his unexpected withdrawal has me flopping back to the bed.
And then he’s grabbing the waistband of my leggings and panties and ripping them down my legs. The cool air of the room hits my overheated flesh, and a shiver rolls down my spine. Kyle dips his hands between my legs and grazes my center with the very tip of his index finger, making me gasp.
He reaches over to the nightstand, now so familiar with my personal space that he knows where I keep everything. Kyle tags a condom from the drawer and tears it open before rolling it down his length. I can’t help but watch him. I could probably watch Kyle Garrett do anything—read the paper, scramble eggs, tie his shoes, whatever—but there’s something beautiful about him and the way he touches me, himself, or both of us.
And then he’s there, covering me with his body again, as the very tip of him presses against the very center of me. I hold my breath as he slowly sinks deep inside me.
Kyle holds me tight in his arms, and it feels like he completely surrounds me. He engulfs me as he places tender kisses to my ear, my eyes, my cheeks, the corner of my mouth, anywhere he can think of to do so as he gently makes love to me. He pulls back and looks at me.
And then he really starts to move.
I wrap my arms around him, tuck my legs high on his hips, and hold on as Kyle braces himself on his arms over me. He moves his body in and out of mine, and I arch my back, rocking into him with each pump of his hips. With each thrust, he drives me higher and higher.
As we rock against each other and come together, it’s primal and raw and messy, but it’s also more. It’s anything and everything, and it’s us. He kisses me, licking into my mouth as he pistons his hips, pumping in and out of me. Moving faster and faster, I feel my climax building within me.
I’m right on the edge, my pussy clenches around him in anticipation of the goodness that’s to come, but Kyle isn’t ready to let me fall over the edge, because he pulls back in shallow thrusts that aren’t deep enough to make me come.
“No,” I gasp as I dig my nails into his back and try to pull him back inside me, but he just smirks. “I’m so close.”
“I know.” I watch with rapt attention as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and bites down while he teases me. He holds me at his mercy, giving me just enough to keep me on edge but not nearly enough to send me over. It’s torture, beautiful, delicious torture.
“Please,” I beg as he continues to tease and frustrate me.
“You know what I want,” he says, and his voice rumbles deep and rough with sex and desire, but I’m too lost to appreciate it. I need. I need so much.
“I don’t know,” I pant. “Please.”
And then he lets some of his weight drop down on me, and it’s so delicious the way his body presses me deeper into the mattress. The coarse hair on his chest is rough and abrasive against the overly sensitive skin of my nipples. I love it. I love his weight on me, I love the way his body feels against mine, and I love the way it feels to have his cock drive deep inside me.
And then he moves. Slowly sliding deep, as far as he can go, he presses against me, grinding the root of him against my clit. Electricity zings all through my body.
I tip my head back and close my eyes as I moan. The contact is too good, the feeling too great. I’m not sure how much more I can take and at the same time, I want it all, I want it to never end.
“More.” I sound drunk to my own ears, and I don’t care. “More.”
“Tell me and I’ll give you more,” he says as he painstakingly draws back out of me.
He drags his hard flesh against my clit again… and then again. I whimper. It’s still not enough of what I need right now, and at the same time too much.
“Kyle,” I pant. I’m close. I’m so fucking close. I just need…more.
“Say it,” he demands as he drives up into me, sparking something deep inside like a livewire. “Say it and I’ll let you come.”
“Yes!” I cry out as he tips his hips again to hit both my clit and drive deep at the same time. I’ll do anything, say anything, as long as he does that again and again until he puts me out of my misery.
