The corner of his mouth curves upward. He tugs my underwear off before continuing rubbing me. His finger dips inside me, stroking my walls as he guided his finger in and out, the heel of his hand massaging my clit.
“You know what I mean,” I moan.
I run my hands down, over his abdomen, until my fingers reach his belt, fumbling with the buckle. I look up, his eyes filled with hunger and need. I manage to undo the button on his jeans and pull the zipper down. I grip the waistband and tug his jeans and underwear down his thighs, exposing his long, thick length. He kicks off his jeans the rest of the way and they fall to the floor.
Kyle reaches for a condom and tears open the wrapper. As he brings it to the head of his cock, I reach for him. As if Kyle knows what I’m thinking, he wraps his hand around mine and allows me to slide the condom down his hard length, a guttural moan, and a shiver rolls through him as we reach the base.
“Fuck. All you have to do is touch me and I lose my head.”
He aligns himself at my entrance. “I’m not sure I can hold back this time, baby.” He swallows hard. “Been thinking of you all week. Need you so fucking much.”
“Then don’t.” With that, he takes me in one long, hard thrust and I cry out.
He leans over me, his hands either side of my head, my fingers locked with his as he pins me to the mattress, caging me in as he begins to fuck me. He grunts with each hard snap of his hips, his eyes never leaving mine.“Fuck, Hayley. You feel so good,” he groans.
My legs lock around his waist, the heels digging into the flesh of his firm ass. He picks up the pace, bringing me ever closer to my release. He takes my mouth, hard, while he continues to pound into me relentlessly.
I whimper against his mouth as I feel myself climbing higher and higher, his pelvis hitting my sensitive, swollen clit with each hard thrust.
“Kyle, I’m so close,” I say against his lips.
It only takes a few more thrusts until I’m screaming his name as my orgasm tears through me, shattering me into a million pieces, my body trembling.
Kyle follows close behind me, exploding with a roar as his climax takes hold. His face drops to the crook of my neck as he continues to rock inside me, his thrusts slowing.
Once the tremors subside, only then does he pull out. He crawls off the bed and heads into the bathroom. The sound of the shower filters through from the bathroom and he returns a moment later, lifting me off the bed, cradling me against his chest as he carries me into the bathroom.
He sets me down on my feet in front of the shower and steps in first, guiding me in after him. The warm water cascades over us. He begins washing my hair and lathering up my body with a sponge, I gasp as he grazes the sponge over my still sensitive clit.
Once he’s done, I take the sponge off him and do the same to him. He groans deeply and his eyes flutter closed as I run my fingers through his hair. I rinse him off and begin to wash his body, his arms, across his wide, muscled chest and shoulders, down his stomach and down even further. His teeth bite down on his lower lip as I touch his length, which is again beginning to harden.
I look up at him. “I want to try something.”
He gives me a puzzled look and I slowly lower myself to my knees in front of him.
His eyes widen in surprise. “You don’t have to do this.”
“But I want to.”
I tear my gaze away from his eyes, his cock is level with my face. I reach up and wrap my hand around him, pumping him gently. This is the first time I have done anything like this, and Kyle seems to notice, because he wraps his hand around mine to guide me, squeezing my hand, showing me the right amount of pressure to apply. He lets my hand go and allows me to continue on my own. I run my hand up and down his hard, thick length. I lean forward and swipe the tip with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he moans.
I repeat it again before I take the head of his cock into my mouth and suck on it gently. I close my eyes as I take more of him in, using my hand as an extension of my mouth. I begin to work him in and out of my mouth, massaging the underside with the flat of my tongue.
My eyes open and I look up at Kyle, braced against the tiled wall with his forearm, his eyes full of lust as he stares down at me. His teeth biting down hard into his lower lip as he tries to suppress a moan. I take him in as far as I can go, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. My eyes water as I try to stop myself from gagging.
“Fuck, Hayley, I can’t hold off much longer.” His free hand flies to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, pushing himself further into my mouth, but not too hard. I place my hands on his thighs to steady myself.
“Fuck!” He roars as his release tears through him, as warm, salty liquid runs down my throat.
Kyle lifts me to my feet as his mouth crashes down on mine. He pins me against the cold tiles of the wall, making me gasp.
He pulls back slightly. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?” he pants.
He rests his forehead against mine before shutting off the water and helping out of the shower. He reaches for a
