“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as he turns me to face him. He glances down at my bare chest and lets out a jagged breath, “Fuck Hayley.” His eyes return to mine as he cups my face with his hands, he leans down and takes my mouth, rough and impatient.
He backs me against the cool glass of the window, goose bumps spreading across my skin from the coldness. My exposed, hardened nipples graze over his smooth, crisp shirt, causing shivers through my body.
His tongue traces over my lips, asking for entry. I open for him and his tongue slides in, exploring my mouth. I moan against his lips. Kyle brings one of his hands down from my face, trailing his fingers down the curve of my neck, across my shoulders and down my arms. His thumb dusts against my left nipple and I whimper into his mouth as he continues to kiss me.
I begin to unbutton his shirt, working the buttons down one by one, but I’m failing, terribly, my hands are shaking so badly from both nerves and excitement.
Kyle breaks the kiss to help me, a deep chuckle coming from deep in his throat. Once we’ve undone all the buttons, I slide his shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, exposing his wide, chiselled upper body. My hands glide over the sharp dips and ridges of his abs, his muscles flexing under my touch.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks.
I nod.
“I need words, Hayley.”
“Yes. I want you,” I pant, trying to regain my breath. “Just… go slow with me?”
“Of course.”
He slides the rest of the dress down my body, leaving me standing in nothing but my plain black panties. He grips my thighs and lifts me up, my legs wrapping securely around his waist as he carries me towards his bedroom. When we get there, he sets me down on the edge of the bed and kneels down in front of me, the ache becoming almost painful between my legs.
He leans forward and wraps his mouth around my right nipple, sucking and nipping, my head falls back as he begins to swirl his tongue around it. He moves to my left, and does the same, applying the same amount of attention to both breasts.
His left hand stays firmly locked onto my hip, his right hand moves to the inside of my thighs, drawing circles with his fingers that slowly work their way up between my legs as his mouth continues its assault on my breasts. His fingers brush over me, barely touching me and yet my body jerks.
Kyle pulls away, releasing my breast as he looks up at me, “Has no one ever...?”
I shake my head.
“Ever since... it happened, I lost all feeling. I tried everything to get it back, I read books, watched movies and... I... I touched myself, but nothing ever worked. I was convinced I’d never feel that... until I met you.”
He reaches up on his knees and presses his lips to mine, his arm reaching around my waist, pulling me against him.
“Lie back for me.” He begins to lower me down onto the mattress.
I lean back against the soft cool covers and look up at Kyle.
He presses his lips to mine, trailing kisses down my body before he sinks back down to the floor between my knees. He slides his hands up to my hips and grips the edges of my panties, stopping to look at me to ask if it is alright, I nod, and he slides my panties down my legs and off from around my feet, dropping them onto the floor beside him. I'm completely naked.
He nudges my knees apart slightly, the ache continues to build between my legs with anticipation of what’s going to happen next. He brings his finger up the insides of my thighs and touches me there, slipping his fingers between my warm wet folds and up to my sensitive, swollen clit.
He rubs me, bolts of pleasure course through my body, bringing me ever closer to my inevitable release. He brings his fingers down and finds my opening, and slowly slides a finger in and out, it’s an unusual feeling. He adds another and I tense up for a second until I adjust to the feeling of his fingers inside me.
My eyes flutter closed, lost in the feeling of him touching me when his lips find my clit, licking and sucking the swollen bud. I cry out and reach down and run my hands through his hair, gripping it firmly. A deep guttural moan escapes him as I tug at his hair, sending a wave of desire coursing through my body. He lifts my left leg and places it over his shoulder as his fingers continue moving inside me, his mouth working my clit. He reaches for my right leg, hooking it over his other shoulder, bringing him even closer, if that’s even possible.
I open my eyes and look down my body to where Kyle’s head is nestled between my legs, his sapphire eyes piercing through his dimly lit bedroom as he gazes up at me, watching me.
I come undone under his intense gaze, shaking, and shuddering as my climax courses through me, a moan escapes my lips, my breaths coming out sharp and shallow.
Kyle doesn’t stop licking me, instead, he lets me ride out my release on his tongue. As my breathing evens out and the tremors begin to subside, Kyle pulls away, licking his lips. He stands up and towers over me before kneeling on the bed above me, his knees either side of my legs. He grips my waist and slides me up to the center of the bed so that my head is resting on the pillows.
He bends down and kisses me deeply, I can taste myself on his lips, something that I would never have thought so erotic.
He leans over me to reach into the nightstand draw for what I assume is a condom. He sits
