Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
Kyle
My mouth goes instantly dry. She is all I thought about from the second she left my house. I went through so many phases, from confusion, to annoyance, to worry, to missing her like crazy.
Zara Bray has burrowed herself inside my soul, and I don’t know how to remove her from there, or if I even want to.
Now, as she brings her hand up and her fingers caress my bare skin, I close my eyes for a second, taking everything in. Before long, her fingers hook under the waistband of my boxer briefs, and she pulls them down my legs.
I almost pass out when I glance down and realize that she is lowering to the floor with them. Once she has reached my feet, she taps each one for me to step out, which I am more than willing to do.
It is such a weird feeling, being naked in front of Zara. There’s excitement, that’s for sure. But there’s also a little bit of hesitation because I don’t want o freak her out. The last thing I’d want is to have a repeat of our last time together.
“Can I touch you?”
I decide that there is no way that I am going to survive tonight in one piece. Zara is now kneeling at my feet while my cock is bouncing happily up and down, especially when she stares at it with such fascination.
There’s a second of hesitation on her part, but the moment is fleeting, and I see her pulling her shoulders back, determination taking place.
“I-I’m a little scared,” she confesses as she looks up at me.
There is no doubt in my mind that I could come on the spot just from the picture she makes right now.
I reach down and touch her hair, pushing it behind her ears, this way I can see her face better.
“I don’t want you to do anything that you’re not comfortable with,” I tell her. “And I swear I will stop the second you ask me to.”
The other night, by the time she told me to stop, I was already mid thrust. My brain didn’t process the information in time, and I fucked it all up. But this time, I am determined to pay attention and do everything in my power to follow whatever direction she wants to take us in.
“I’ve never done this before.”
Her voice reaches my ears like through a tunnel. I see her lips moving when she speaks, but everything is a bit distorted. That’s probably normal considering most of the blood in my body has rushed to my cock. I can feel her breath against it, that’s how close she is, and it is driving me crazy.
It is kind of ironic that she has this kind of hold on me considering my experience with women and her lack of experience with sex in general.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t purposely want to hook up with a girl who has no idea what to do in the sex department.
But Zara is different, I just can’t put my finger on it.
Her moves are tentative at best when she tries to wrap her hand around the base of my cock. The position is awkward for her, but she thankfully, she doesn’t give up.
Once she repositions herself onto her knees, she brings her eyes up to me, looking like she’s asking for permission. I give her an imperceptible nod, which seems to be all the encouragement she needs.
At first, she’s not sure of what the next step should be. The tip of her tongue comes out, barely touching the side of my swollen head. An electric shock runs to me and I shudder just from that simple touch.
My reaction gives her another push, and she presses her tongue on my cock again, this time giving it a little lick.
That’s followed by another one, then another one, until she’s working on it like it’s an ice cream cone.
She starts at the base and licks all the way to the top, getting more curious with each time.
She stops without warning, and I swear I feel lightheaded. I have no idea what’s going to happen to me if she tells me we’re stopping now. But I will focus on the reminder that I didn’t come the other night either, and I didn’t die.
“I’ve never done this before,” she whispers, eyes wide like they’re about to pop out of her head. “But I’ve read about it. And I want to try it.”
She doesn’t give me time to respond when she wraps her lips around the tip of my cock.
“Oh, fuck!” I almost jump out of my skin. “Less teeth, babe,” I direct when her first instinct is to close her mouth and clench.
I run a shaky finger up and down her jaw, encouraging her to relax a little.
She seems to understand what I’m talking about, and next time she moves her lips, the touch is flawless.
She sucks the tip in and out, going deeper with each time.
I can feel the moment she took it a bit too far and too fast, causing her to choke and gag, and I automatically pull back.
“I want to try it again,” she protests. “I think I did it wrong.”
Leaning down, I grab her by the arms and bring her up before applying a bit of pressure against her chest so she would sit on the bed. She squirms around a little until her head is on the fancy pillows she has on the bed. That’s when I get an idea.
“Where’s your bathroom?” I ask.
She points to the door that’s next to the closet. Her face falls when she realizes that I am about to get off the bed.
“I’ll be back.” Our lips touch when I talk, and I press them together but without giving her a chance to hold on to me.
Leaping off the bed, I run to the bathroom and grab the first towel I see in there.
“Up,” I say when I’m back on the bed while holding the towel. As soon as she raises her hips, I slide it under her.
“What’s that for?”
My mind goes to the bloody stain she left behind on my comforter at home. It was kind of gross as it was smeared around. I’m pretty sure she would’ve freaked out had she seen it, which is why I don’t want to tell her now either.
“This is really nice,” I point to the bed. She gives me a happy smile, grateful that I am appreciating her taste. “I don’t want us to mess it up with our juices.”
She blushes to the roots of her hair, making me laugh.
“There will be a lot of juices, baby,” I tease. “And you’re going to be so happy for it.”
Before we do anything more, I jump off the bed again.
Reaching for my jeans, I pull out a condom from the back pocket.
Not like I came prepared for this exact thing, but it’s a habit that’s been ingrained in my head for many years, and it’s hard to break it.
That’s why I never leave the house without at least one.
I get back on the bed and put the condom next to the pillow Zara has her head on. She watches my every move, her eyes widening slightly when she notices the rubber by her head.
“Where were we?”
I smile at her while lowering myself until we are close enough to kiss. She opens up for me without hesitation and from this moment on, it is game over.
The passion in our kiss is unmistakable.
By now, she’s caught on that I love it when she gets more aggressive with her tongue.
She nips at my lips before opening her mouth and inviting me in.
She sucks on my tongue in much of the same way that she was sucking on my cock earlier.
While that’s still work in progress, the passion with which she does it gives me everything that I need.
I want to kiss her entire body just like that, but when I try to bring my head up, her fingers clutch at my head. Supporting myself on one forearm and then the other, I massage her breasts, dying to suck on her little pink nipples.
She whimpers into my mouth in the sweetest way every time I squeeze a little harder, but she never stops me. Instead, she arches her chest, signaling that she wants more.
The more we kiss, the more restless she gets. Her legs opened wider and her hips come off the bed. She wants more, she just doesn’t know how to ask for it.
Releasing her breasts, I bring my hand down, touching the skin of her belly, then lower yet, until I feel the hair at the apex of her mound.
I do have to say that I have never been with anyone who doesn’t do anything with their pubic hair, a little bit of a trim at a minimum.
Zara doesn’t seem to care about things like that, and I surprise myself when I realize that I don’t care about it either.
If she’s happy with it, then so am I. It did take a bit of getting used to it when I licked her pussy the last time, but I’m sure that in time, I won’t even notice it anymore.
Sliding a finger inside of her, I test the waters, no pun intended. She is very wet, but I still watch her face for any sign of distress. After all, she literally had an open wound inside of her. I have no idea how long that’s supposed to take to heal.
Zara finally puts a stop to our kiss, her mouth slightly open as she stares back at me.
“Is this okay?” I ask, surprised by how my voice cracks toward the end.
She nods. “Y-yes.”
I slide a second finger in, pumping it gently in and out, careful so that I don’t do too much too soon.
“It f-feels really good,” she stammers.
Feeling more confident now, I add a third finger, grinning when I see her eyes rolling to the back of her head. No need to ask if this is okay.
I continue pumping in and out of her, each time a bit more forceful. My cock is so hard by now, I don’t know how long I will be able to last once I make it inside of her.
“You’re doing so good,” I praise her. “Squeeze my fingers harder.”
I don’t expect her to actually do it, so when she does, all I can picture is how she’s going to squeeze me just like that in less than a minute.
A plan hatches in my head, and I need to get it in motion before it’s too late for us both.
I twist my fingers inside of her until the palm of my hand faces up.
Rubbing my knuckles against her opening, the tips curl into a come-hitter move.
I can now feel the front wall as I frantically search for the little nub in there that will help her detonate.
“Kyle!” She is breathing heavy, her breasts raising and falling in rhythm with her labored breaths.
“Yes, baby, just like that,” I praise her. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
I reach down with my free hand, wrapping it around my cock and squeezing it tight. I move my hand up and down at the same pace as my fingers push in and out of her.
“Something is happening…”
My middle finger finally finds the magic spot it was looking for. Skimming the tip over it, her hips come up higher every time I do it. I let go of my cock and lean over her. Our mouths find each other with very little effort, and I suck on her tongue until I fear that I might hurt her.
“Kyle,” she cries out. “It’s happening… I’m…”
I drop my lips over her again and use my free hand to pinch one of her nipples hard. In fact, I’m positive that if she wasn’t so turned on, she’d cry real tears from the pain of it. But right now, it gives her the edge she needs, and she is suddenly in free falling.
She pushes at my shoulders and digs her head into the pillow, the sounds coming out of her the sweetest aphrodisiac.
“You’re such a good girl,” I murmur against her lips even though she probably can’t even hear me.
I squeeze both her nipples a few more times and continue pumping my fingers in and out of her, hoping to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible.
Sitting back on my legs, I grab the condom I placed on the bed earlier. Since I only have one hand available, I use my teeth to break the wrapper. Then, with shaky moves, I place the condom on the tip of my cock and roll it down until it reaches the base.
I keep my eyes on her as I pull my fingers out, hoping that she is so out of it from the orgasm that she won’t feel when I enter her. Considering how our first time went, I worry that this will scare her. Keeping her distracted seems to be the obvious course of action.
The only thing I don’t take into consideration is how I would feel once my cock finally breaches her.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out.
Just as with our first time together, my vision goes blurry as soon as I can feel her heat. This time though, I slide right in, maybe a little too fast.
“Are you okay?” I drop to all fours, staring at her beautiful face.
Zara’s breathing is out of control. “I’ve never felt better,” she murmurs. “Please don’t stop.”
I don’t care to hear anything else. I thrust my hips forward and don’t stop until I bottom out. There’s this incredible feeling of euphoria that instantly envelopes my entire body.
I wish I could talk to her, asking along every step of the way whether she is okay with what I’m doing to her. Unfortunately, I lose control of all my senses. All I am capable of doing is to thrust in and out of her, becoming obsessed with the way her pussy grips me and doesn’t let go of me.
Time and space become obsolete. I don’t know what’s happening around us, but when she squeezes me again and screams, I know I may have hit the jackpot when she comes again.
That starts a domino effect. Tingles forms at the base of my spine, causing me to move faster and like I am in a trance.
I lean forward and take one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking on it as I finally let go.
I find myself in free fall, with Zara being the only thing that’s keeping me anchored. I want to analyze why she makes me feel this way, but I can’t focus on anything other than the feel of her pussy squeezing my cock and the taste of her skin on my tongue.
When I come, I pray that I never recover from whatever spell Zara Bray put on me. And I want her to feel the same. I need her to feel the same.
I just… need her.