15. I Know You’ve Got It In You
15
I KNOW YOU’VE GOT IT IN YOU
KYLIE
I’m pretty sure I’m having an out-of-body experience. I’d suspected that Seth would know his way around a woman’s body, but I’ve never had a man go down on me the first time we slept together without any prompting from me. But Seth seems to revel in it, watching my face and changing pace depending on my responses.
“Oh, god,” I moan when he inserts a finger and begins sliding it in and out while his tongue continues to swirl over my clit.
I grip the blanket in both my fists, rolling my hips in time with his movements, chasing the orgasm that is building.
Once it crashes over me, I cry out, my back arching clean off the bed.
As I come back down to earth, he moves back up my body to kiss me again, and I respond right away, opening my mouth to him while I tangle my fingers in his hair.
“Holy crap, Seth,” I say against his lips.
He laughs, straightening up. “Glad you approve.”
I sit up, my legs hanging off the side of the bed while I work on undoing his jeans.
“Hold that thought for one minute,” he says, stepping back before disappearing from the room.
I stare after him, my brain not quite comprehending his absence. I hear the door across the hall open, and when he reappears, I smile when I see the square foiled packet in his hand. It seems that Lincoln has a supply on hand.
“Glad one of us considered that before it ended in disappointment.”
He stops in front of me again, and I get back to working on the button on his jeans.
“Believe me… Disappointment is the last thing I think is going to happen,” he says, letting his shirt slide off finally, and I pause in my work on his pants to stare at his abs.
“Wow… How are these real?” I trace my fingers over each muscle, leaving a trail of goosebumps on his tanned skin.
“A lot of work,” he replies, looking a little embarrassed.
“Well, you have excelled.” I lean forward to trail kisses down his chest, grinning against his skin when he runs his fingers through my hair.
“I’m glad you approve.” His voice sounds strained.
I finally get his jeans undone and hold eye contact with him through lowered lashes while I push them down before sliding my hand over his shaft. His nostrils flare, and he takes a sudden breath when I lean forward and run my tongue over the tip. Holding him steady, I take him further into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he whispers, continuing to work his fingers along my scalp. “I’m not gonna last if you keep that up, and I really, really, want to be inside you right now.”
I pop off him and sit back on my heels, watching while he kicks his legs free from his jeans before climbing onto the bed and capturing my face in his hands. I rise to meet him and he crushes his lips to mine while I run my hands up his back and grip his shoulders, holding him as close as possible.
He guides me onto my back before grabbing a pillow and wedging it beneath my ass.
I raise an eyebrow, and he grins. “Trust me.”
“Oh, I trust you,” I reply, gasping when he brushes my clit again and thrusts a finger inside, adding a second while he leans down and sucks my nipple between his lips.
I writhe against his hand and feel him chuckle against my breast.
“I need you now,” I say with a moan.
He looks up at me with the sweetest smile, and I stroke a hand over his cheek while he reaches over and grabs the condom packet. Once he rolls it on, he lifts my hips and guides himself inside me, so slow that I groan, trying to pull him in closer. He clasps my hand and laces our fingers together, raising it beside my head and holding it there while he thrusts, his movements slow and gentle, allowing me to get used to his size.
Our moans mingle together between kisses, and I feel him hit a spot deep inside that no one has ever hit before, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.
“I understand the pillow now,” I pant, and he laughs, thrusting forward again, hitting the spot again. “Oh, my god!”
I’ve never been one to experience multiple orgasms, and rarely during sex itself. When I feel another orgasm building, I let out another moan.
As though he can tell I’m right on the edge, he slides his hand between us to rub my clit, and within seconds, the orgasm rips through me so intensely that I see stars.
He slows his pace, kissing me gently while I try to regain my breath.
“Think you can go for another one?” he asks.
I gape at him. “Are you kidding? Two was a miracle.”
It’s almost like I’ve set him a challenge. He pulls out and flips me over, raising my hips a little to slide back in, and I gasp yet again when he hits the spot from a whole new angle.
“Fuck! I didn’t even know I had a g-spot!” I moan into the blanket, my fists gripping it tighter with each thrust.
He kisses my neck and assures me, “By the end of the night, I’ll make sure you’re well acquainted with it.”
He raises both my hands up above my head on the mattress, our fingers laced together again while he holds me still and begins thrusting harder, and I cry out with each one, unable to keep quiet even if I wanted to. I’ve never been particularly vocal during sex, but sex with Seth is on a whole different level.
“Come on, baby, one more. I know you’ve got it in you.” Leaving one hand holding mine in place, he reaches down and works my clit again.
With each motion, I can feel myself tightening. Unbelievably, my body listens to his command, and a third orgasm rips through me. I scream his name into the blanket.
A few thrusts later, Seth shudders, moaning in my ear while he comes.
I turn my head to the side, lifting it a little to look at him over my shoulder. “Well done, champ.”
His body shakes while he chuckles before he raises his head and kisses my shoulder. “You too, champ.”
He rolls off me and heads into the bathroom. I hear him open and close the bin before returning. I move off the bed, high-fiving him when we pass each other. Once I’m finished in the bathroom, I join him on the bed, curling my body against his while he wraps his arm around me, holding me close to his side.
“So… that was possibly the best sex I’ve ever had,” I say, kissing his chest.
He squeezes me and kisses my forehead. “Likewise.”
We lay still like that for a while, him running his hand up and down my side while I trail my fingers over his abs.
Eventually, I look up to find him watching me, and I scoot myself up to kiss him. He cradles the back of my head, kissing me back with growing intensity, and I moan against his lips.
And just like that, we’re on to round two.
Hours later, Seth has finally ordered room service, and I’ve got one of his t-shirts on while eating the fanciest meal I’ve ever had. He sits across from me in athletic shorts only, and it takes all my self-control not to climb him once again. But the chicken is so good that his lack of a shirt still isn’t enough to distract me from dealing with my hunger finally.
We’ve been chatting about everything and nothing since our third tumble between the sheets.
“So, have you given any more thought about what you’re going to do when you get home?” he asks, cutting into his steak.
I shrug before swallowing the mouthful of roast chicken I’d been savouring. “Honestly, no. I’ve had such a good time on this trip that the idea of returning to the real world actually makes me feel ill.” I don’t want to admit the prospect of not seeing him again is also contributing to that feeling.
He’s quiet for a while, studying me while he chews.
Just as he opens his mouth to reply, the door to the suite opens and Lincoln breezes in. It dawns on me all at once that I’m naked except for Seth’s shirt, but Lincoln doesn’t even glance our way when he walks past on his way to his bedroom.
Seth observes his friend, his eyebrow raised.
“Hi Kylie,” Lincoln calls back over his shoulder before closing the door behind him.
I stare at the door before looking back at Seth, who is shaking his head while chuckling.
“Did you tell him I was here?” I ask.
“Nope.”
“I just assume you’re everywhere now,” Lincoln yells through the door, and I roll my eyes .
“Hello Lincoln, I missed you.”
“I missed you, too! Now, put some pants on. And Seth - put a shirt on, you’re both turning me on.”
Seth snorts but makes no move to get up and find a shirt, and Lincoln remains in his room while we finish eating. Once we’re done, Seth takes the tray and puts it back out in the hall. I get up and stand near the kitchen bench, not sure what to do now. We haven’t discussed what we’ve been doing for the last few hours, and I now feel extremely awkward.
Seth comes and stands in front of me, brushing my hair back off my shoulder with one hand while sliding his other around my back and pulling me closer.
“So…” He kisses my forehead, and I lean into his embrace.
“So…” I mimic him.
He steps back to look down at me. “Stay?”
I search his face. “Don’t you have to leave really early in the morning?”
“Yes. But that’s hours away… And I’m not ready to say goodbye.” He almost seems shy, traces of the Seth I first met shining through.
“Neither am I.”
“So… stay?”
I close the gap between us and kiss him. “Okay.”
“Woo hoo! Sleepover!” Lincoln yells from the bedroom and I laugh, pressing my forehead to Seth’s chest while he shakes his head.
“Come on. I just need to throw everything into my suitcase and then bedtime.” He takes my hand and leads me back into his bedroom, and I close the door behind me after yelling “Goodnight!” to Lincoln.
Once Seth has packed his suitcase, he joins me on the bed, pulling me to his side.
“I wish we didn’t live on opposite sides of the world,” I half whisper, burying my face into his neck .
“I know. It sucks.” He runs his hand up and down my back. “At least we got to have tonight.”
“True. I guess we got one more day than we thought we would.”
He presses a kiss on my forehead. “Come on, let’s get some sleep.”
He turns off the bedside light, and the room is engulfed in darkness.
“Goodnight, Seth,” I whisper.
“Goodnight, Kylie.”