Chapter 4
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Kyle
This shouldn’t feel so right. He shouldn’t want her so badly after how she’d broken his heart.
But nothing had changed.
She was still the sexiest woman he’d ever met, and he couldn’t resist her any more now than he’d been able to eight years ago.
The moment he’d seen her in that grocery store, he’d been done for. She wasn”t wearing anything seductive, just the opposite in a big hoodie even though it was summer, and baggy shorts. Her hair was piled high on her head in one of those messy buns and her face was bare of make-up.
She’d been gorgeous and he’d been drawn to her immediately.
From then on, there’d been no going back.
Not even, it seemed, after she’d broken his heart.
He struggled to find the key card to his room with Celia in his arms. He didn’t, not for one second, want to let her go. The fear that she’d walk away and leave him again was right there, and he wasn’t taking any chances.
He wasn’t dumb enough to think this meant more than it was. It was sex. But that didn’t mean he wanted it to end before it even started.
Finally, the door opened and they fell inside.
“I need you naked,” he said against her throat as he licked and sucked on her delicious skin. Skin that tasted even better than he remembered.
“I want you too,” she panted out, her hands fumbling with his pants as she worked to get them open.
There was no finesse, just urgency and they rushed to rid themselves of all their clothes. His breath caught in his throat when he stopped kissing her long enough to help her with his tie and shirt, and he saw her covered in only her bra and panties.
“Holy fuck,” he choked out. She was fucking gorgeous. Her body had blossomed into a full-on woman’s body in the last eight years. Gone were the narrow hips of her youth, replaced with lush curves that had him panting.
She tried to cover herself with her arms. “I’m, uh, bigger than before.”
He got the sense from her tone that she didn’t love her new curves as much as he did. He dipped his head, dropping his forehead against hers. “You were always sexy, but these,” he ran his hands over her hips seductively, before gripping her hard and pulling her against his throbbing dick, “are a fucking wet dream. Can’t you feel how much I want you?”
Her eyes still held uncertainty even through his obvious desire. “Can we maybe just turn the lights off?”
He shook his head as he began to kiss a path down her face. “No way. I want to see every inch of you.” He made his way slowly down her body, kissing every inch of her face, neck, and shoulders. Her skin tasted faintly of vanilla.
Someday, he wanted to taste her skin fresh from the shower when there was nothing else on it.
Fuck, he needed to shut those kinds of thoughts down. She may be the one who got away, and the only woman he’d ever loved, but he had to remember that this was nothing more than one night.
Hopefully, one spectacular night.
“Kyle,” she moaned out his name as he ran his lips over her still-covered tits, feeling her hard nipple under the material.
“You like this?” He flicked his eyes upward. He wanted to see her face to see what he did to her.
Eyes closed, cheeks flushed and lips parted, she breathed heavily.
Jesus, he wished he could take a picture of her like this. Those three months they’d had together all those years ago, he never remembered her like this. They’d been horny and young, and it had all been about the thrill of being together. They’d never taken their time. He never cherished her as he should have. He wouldn’t have known how back then.
They were just kids who fell in love, and then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone.
With as much control as he could muster, he flicked open her bra from the back and watched as the material fell away and her tits came into view.
Still small but still fucking glorious. Slowly, and with the patience of a saint, he ran his thumb over one already hard nipple. He’d always been fascinated with her nipples, but at twenty-one, he’d never really known what to do with them. Boobs were amazing, but he’d had no clue how much pleasure either person could get just from touching or sucking them.
He was older and wiser now.
She moaned, but at the same time covered his hand with hers. “What are you doing?”
He used his other hand to remove hers. “Exploring. Don’t you like it?” He ran his tongue over her collarbone and felt her shiver under him.
“You never did this before.” There was confusion in her voice.
“I’ve learned a lot since then.” He caressed her nipple again, loving her gasp as he did.
“Oh god,” she moaned out.
That sound, the sound of her arousal, pushed him over his limit. He’d wanted to go slow, to take his time so he could remember everything about this night. That was no longer possible. He had his head dipped and his mouth latched onto her nipple in seconds.
All because of a moan.
“Jesus...oh my...what are you doing to me?” She was incoherently muttering and that just made it all the better. He loved those mumbles and moans and sexy whimpers. It was as if she was experiencing all this for the first time, and that made him feel like a king.
He knew that wasn’t true since he himself had been there before. He imagined she’d had several lovers over the years and that this was far from the first time anyone had ever made her feel this way.
He didn”t want to think of her with anyone else. He wanted to be the only man who made her feel this way.
The only one to ever make her feel this way.
Truth or not, he was going to pretend it was true.
Somehow, he got her to the bed even with his lips still latched on a nipple and thumb and index finger toying with the other one. He pushed her down and towered over her, loving the way her nipples glistened from his mouth.
With only a few movements, he had the rest of his clothing off and stood before her naked.
She openly gawked. “You’re bigger.” She ran a hand over his chest and down to his abs, her eyes wide as she touched him.
He wasn’t as lean as he’d been in his youth, but he was very fit. Bulkier, with more muscles in his arms, legs, and chest. “I uh,” Jesus, it was difficult to talk while she touched him, “work out a lot.”
Her gaze flicked back up to his. “I don’t think you can work out this part of your body.” Her hand grazed over his bobbing cock.
He stopped breathing. He wanted her hands on him there, more than he wanted anything else in the whole world.
“It’s definitely bigger.” She wrapped her small hand around him, squeezing gently.
He almost came then and there.
“Stop.” He pulled her hand away. “I’m on edge, and if you do that, this will be over before it begins.”
She pouted, her bottom lip sticking out just a little, making him want to bite it and then soothe it with his tongue.
She brought out the beast in him.
With a gentle nudge, he pushed her back on the bed until she was lying down. “I need to be between your legs.” He knelt between her thighs, pulling her panties down her sexy legs.
Legs that he couldn’t wait to have over his shoulders.
She watched his every move as he spread her legs wide and leaned in. He could see how wet she was from a foot away and he couldn’t wait to taste her. He’d tasted her before, of course, but back then, it had been all about sex. Neither of them had been experienced, and once they’d moved from oral sex to actual sex, they’d never really gone back.
He’d been an idiot. Because tasting her now was all he wanted.
“Kyle, please,” she begged as he moved closer and closer to her hot center. His fingers skimmed up her legs and his mouth kissed inches of gorgeous pale skin as he moved toward the prize.
She was so wet and so needy that once he was inches away, he stopped resisting, stopped going slow. He dove in, his mouth claiming what he’d missed so badly these last eight years.
What he needed.
What he wished was his.
She moaned and writhed as he ate her pussy with a need that consumed him. She tasted better than he remembered. Better than he could have ever imagined.
She was a fucking goddess and he’d kneel before her daily, if she’d let him.
Her fingers gripped his hair, tugging and pulling. “Kyle, I’m so close.” She was panting and moaning, and every sound she made went straight to his dick.
His cock was so hard and so ready to be inside her. He’d wanted this again for so long, for so many years, that he wasn’t sure how he was holding back. When he flattened his tongue against her clit and stroked her over and over, she yelled out and came with more intensity than he ever remembered.
Before she’d been quiet and demure in their lovemaking.
He liked this version of Celia a hell of a lot more.
“What in the holy hell,” she breathed out as he moved up her body, kissing and licking a path to her tits. He took a hard nipple in his mouth, biting down. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to have her moaning and arching her back.
“You taste so good.” And she did. Her skin, her tits, and her pussy, all tasted like the best slice of pie he’d ever eaten.
And he wanted more.
So much more.
“Are you still on the pill,” he said against her neck, his cock hard and ready against her pussy. He knew, deep down, that they should still use a condom. He had no idea who she’d been with since their last time, and even though he was tested regularly, he should also want to protect her.
But he knew how it felt to be inside her without a condom, and that’s what he wanted.
She froze under him, her expression going from relaxed and satisfied to severe and fearful.
Almost the same as when she’d first spotted him earlier in the night.
“Do you have a condom?”
He nodded. “I do.”
“We need to use it.” She relaxed a little, but the fear was still there, hidden behind her sexual desire.
He wanted to dig deeper. To ask her what was wrong. But he also wanted to fuck her. The desire to fuck her won out. This might be the only time he got to be with her. Talking could wait.
He found his pants, and inside his wallet where he pulled out a condom and, as quickly as possible, opened it and slid it down his hard length. She watched him the whole time, and in those few seconds, he felt her need for him come back full force.
She was still on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. The perfect position.
He stepped between her legs, pushing them wider the closer he got. “You look so sexy lying here naked and sated.” He ran the tip of his dick through her wetness, imploring himself to go slow, not to push in yet. His eyes raked over her body and he placed his hand on her stomach. Like her hips, it was different, but in a good way.
A very good way.
Whatever had given her the curves she currently had, he was a fan of.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” His fingers traced around her belly button as his control slipped further and further away.
She nodded, her mouth open. “Please.”
They’d never played this game. This ‘will they, won’t they?’ He’d never asked if she wanted to be fucked. Hell, he’d never called it fucking. They’d had sex or made love.
That was the beginner level. This was expert. He knew what he wanted and so did she. There was no toying around. No sweet words or soft touches.
He wanted to fuck her until he got rid of her memory. Then, and only then, would he be able to move on.
With his mind a mess of feelings and his heart wanting more than just this one night, he tried to ignore them both as he pushed inside Celia’s hot, wet body. Her body gripped his dick tightly and for a second, he wondered if he’d even be able to get fully inside her.
“Kyle.” The way she said his name, all needy and desperate, had him on the verge of coming.
He pushed in further, until he was fully sheathed inside her. He paused only for a beat, only to give her a second to get used to him, before pulling fully back out until only the tip of him was inside her.
He wanted to hear her beg him for his dick.
It was on his bucket list of things he wanted before he died.
Along with several other things that all involved Celia.
He was an idiot if he thought he was going to be able to walk away from this woman after this. But it wasn’t up to him. She’d walked off once and she’d probably do it again.