Page 115 of Kyle

No other words were spoken, he lowered his lips to mine and in a single kiss he conveyed everything he needed to say.

Finally.

Last night he hadn’t kissed me. Not like this. Not with passion and fervor. Not like I was the air he breathed.

But he was now.

And it was great. It was everything I needed it to be.

His lips left mine but they traveled to my neck and his hands roamed.

Yes.

About time.

I needed this.

Chapter 35

The tee Anaya had slept in last night was long gone. I’d nearly ripped it off her in my quest to get her naked. Her panties had been tossed aside along with my shorts.

The taste of her was fresh on my tongue, the sound of her moans still ringing in my ears.

Damn, she was beautiful.

From her soft brown hair down to her pretty toes, she was stunning.

My lips were lingering on her hip and I was enjoying taking my time. But Anaya had other thoughts, her hand in my hair was tugging and pulling me higher.

“Slow,” I murmured against her skin and continued to lick and taste my way across her belly, then higher, and I swiped my tongue across her pebbled nipples and teased her opening. She was slick from her orgasm.

“Can’t wait,” Anaya mumbled, and I smiled before I slowly fucked two fingers inside her.

Once her hips were bucking and her breath was coming out in pants, I reached down and guided the tip of my cock until it nudged her opening and I gritted my teeth as I notched the head in.

Christ.

“Tip your hips up for me, sweetheart.” My hand went under her ass, and with our combined movements, I slipped in a little more.

“Kiss me, baby.” She righted her head and offered her mouth.

I didn’t delay, not with the kiss, not with slamming into her. Her legs curled around my thighs and she tore her mouth from mine. I drove in harder, our eyes locked, and I watched the need catch fire and burn into hunger. Her breathing was erratic as she took my cock and begged for me.

We were connected.

And just like all the times before, each and every time I filled her, she didn’t hold back. Not a single thing. Pure Anaya—she gave me everything. She was a part of me. Her arms wrapped tighter around me, her hands moved to my ass, and her nails dug into the muscle.

Fucking hot.

“Harder, Kyle.”

I pulled out and she whimpered as I flipped her on her stomach and slammed home.

“Harder?” I grunted.

“Yes.”

Anaya’s hips bucked and she fucked herself back onto my cock as I thrusted forward. Beautiful. She clawed at the sheets and her pussy started to pulse. I bent forward, one hand going between her legs to toy with her clit, the other to roll and pinch her nipple.