Chapter 28 #2
“I can see we’re in your room. But what am I laying on?” Kylian is looming above me, his thumb tracing his lower lip as he surveys me.
“It’s a zero-gravity beanbag that I modified to my liking.”
The hunger in his expression is so visceral I can’t help but play along.
“This is to your liking?” I give him a coy smile as I slip my bra off one arm, then the other, without taking off my shirt.
“Or is this the modification you had in mind?” I peel my shirt off and gently set it on the floor so it won’t wrinkle before dinner.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, bringing a fist to his mouth. “My sixteen-year-old self would have busted a nut if he knew the girl of his dreams would one day be spread out on the beanbag chair in his bedroom.”
I squirm, giggling each time I reposition and it molds to me. It’s the strangest sensation—or lack of sensation, I guess.
“Girl of your dreams, huh?” I run my knuckles over my breasts, mewling when my nipples pebble on contact.
Kylian sinks to his knees, which causes the beanbag to ripple like an ocean wave.
He grips the hem of my leggings, fucking smoldering as he fixates on me.
If the man knew he could smolder, he’d scoff, I’m sure, but damn, is it hot.
“Girl of my dreams. Woman of my every desire. Beat of my fucking heart.”
He pulls off my pants with a flourish, giving me no time at all to protest. Making out on the beanbag chair sans shirt is one thing, but lying completely naked in the middle of his bedroom with his parents one floor below us is another.
“Kylian,” I hiss. “We’re here for dinner.”
“We are. I’ll take my appetizer now.”
I stifle a laugh as he kisses one of my bare hips. A shudder rolls through me when he runs his tongue along my stomach and kisses the other.
I tweak my nipples again and welcome the arousal warming my core, no longer fighting him.
Kylian caresses my inner thighs. “That’s a good girl.” His praise encourages me to relax into his touch.
Stretching out, I savor the weightless support of the chair and the feel of his hands and his mouth on my body.
He kisses lower, lower, and lower still, but just as he makes it to the place I want him most, he freezes.
A rush of air leaves me, and I sag against the soft surface below me.
“I want to try something new. Trust me?”
A smile spreads across my face unbidden. “Always.”
“Roll to your side.”
He supports my hip as I follow his instruction, his palm warm and comforting.
“Now, scissor out your legs—just like that, perfect.” He guides my body until I’m positioned the way he wants me.
I shiver with anticipation, which he notices, of course.
“Cold?” he asks. Before I can answer, he adds, “You won’t be for long.” With a lift of both brows, he removes his glasses and lines his mouth up with my pussy.
The first lick is exquisite: warm and hard with the flat of his tongue, exploratory and curious when he teases my hole with the tip.
This activity is by no means unfamiliar. Kylian swears he could eat me out every day, and at this point, he does.
But this angle is new entirely.
“Oh.” I preen, arching my back as he licks. My body is perpendicular to the position I’m usually in when he goes down on me, so he’s licking me from one side to the other.
He presses his tongue against my clit again, and it’s not just my clit that sparks with arousal. Warmth spreads through my insides, and pleasure blossoms deep in my belly as my entire lower half tingles.
He rubs up and down, which, in this position, is more of a side-to-side motion, alternating between that and sucking my lips into his mouth.
When he spears me with his tongue, he goes deeper than he’s ever gone during oral before.
I moan. “Fuck. How are you doing that?” With a gasp, I slap a hand to my mouth, remembering his parents are close by.
“You like it?” He fucks me again, this time holding his tongue deep inside and swirling it so it tickles against my inner walls.
“I love it,” I pant. I’m so turned on my arousal is dripping down my thighs. My pussy flutters and tingles, the surest signs of an orgasm already developing.
“I’ve been researching new ways to get you off. This is the Kivin method.”
Of course it’s a method he researched and studied. Only Kylian.
“Fuck. Kylian. I’m already close.”
I shift my hips, desperate and needy. I don’t want him to stop lapping at my clit, but I want his tongue inside me, too.
He doesn’t make me choose. Like he can read my mind, he fucks me with his tongue while teasing around my pulsing bundle of nerves. He’s rubbing everywhere but my actual clit, building me higher and higher.
As if he’s detonating a bomb, he presses his thumb to the spot. My orgasm crescendos, and I lose myself to a silent scream.
Hungrily, he laps at me as I gush with each wave of pleasure. My insides are on fire, my chest and cheeks burning with heat.
I squeeze my eyes shut as I ride out the cresting ecstasy. Little bursts of light flash behind my lids as my body unravels. The orgasm consumes me, from my neck to my toes. I continue to soar. The weightlessness of the antigravity chair makes it feel like I’m suspended in air.
With nothing to brace against, my body gushes again, and I moan softly before finding my voice. “Fuck. Okay, okay!” Sawing sharp breaths in and out, I search for Kylian. When I find him, I tug on the ends of his hair, silently begging for a reprieve.
Sitting back on his haunches, he eyes me salaciously, his mouth and chin glistening with my release. Even his shirt is damp around the collar.
“Oh shit,” I murmur as I try to sit up.
Try being the operative word.
All the blood must have rushed to my pussy, because I’m lightheaded and dizzy. I search for purchase so I can attempt to rise up again, but as I slap the surface below me, my hand lands in something wet.
“Kylian! I soaked your beanbag.” Fuck. The shock of the sensation, though, is quickly replaced by satisfaction. Maybe it’s strange, but I’m impressed by the little puddle pooling between my thighs.
I fight against gravity—antigravity?—to sit up into a straddle and blot at the wet spot.
“I’m sorry.” My face flames, this time from embarrassment. Holy hell, I made a mess. And quickly, too. Ten out of ten stars for the Kivin method.
“Stop.” Kylian grasps my hands, then he dips his head between my thighs and inhales deeply.
“Fuck. This is going to smell like you from now on, baby.”
He hauls himself to his feet and looks down at me with a smile full of love and affection.
Never taking his eyes off me, he picks up his glasses and settles them on the bridge of his nose. “You’re perfect.” His words are a whisper clouded with an unusual level of emotion. “So fucking perfect, baby.”
He runs a thumb along my jawline in the softest caress. “I always want to remember what you look like right now, laid out and fully satisfied. Naked. Still dripping on my beanbag chair. What I wouldn’t give to have a picture of this.”
My heart stutters in my chest in a wholly unexpected way at the suggestion. “So take one.”
His spine straightens and his eyes go wide. Above me, he’s frozen. Stunned.
Lowering onto the buoyant cushion once more, I peer up through hooded lashes, confident and eager for what I’m about to request.
“Take my picture, Kylian.”