Chapter 6 #2
I drove Marco towards the address he had given me for the group therapy.
I could sense him looking at me through the rearview mirror, but I tried to avoid meeting his eyes.
If he had seen it, Kylie would have seen it too.
She would know exactly how much I wanted her, and yet, she had neither done nor said anything to indicate that she wanted the same thing.
I was trying to convince myself that Marco was wrong about what she wanted.
At the address, I parked the car outside the community center then helped him get out of the car.
“I’ll take it from here,” he said to me knowingly, and without another word, I got back in my car and drove. I was breaking every rule of the road. Fuck speed limits. My cock was the one doing the driving.
I could hear my shoes squeaking on the floor as I walked down the spotlessly clean hallways of the VA.
The door creaked when I pushed it open, and I saw Kylie sitting at her desk in the physical therapy room.
She looked up at me with her gorgeous green eyes, and for some reason she didn’t look surprised when she saw me.
It was like she was expecting me there or hoping I would come back.
I didn’t say a word to her when I stepped in. With my eyes still on her, I twisted the key in the lock and walked towards her.
“Do you have any more appointments today?” I asked her in a low deep voice, and she only shook her head in response.
I walked around the table and stood over her, staring straight into her eyes till she finally parted her lips to speak, but she said nothing, only licked her lips till the glossy moisture on them made them shiny.
I lunged at her with full force so our lips met with a sizzle.
I grabbed her jaw with a hand, kissing her deeply, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, and she moaned lightly.
I was towering over her, kissing her wildly, and her chair creaked with my weight, arching backwards as I kept her body in position.
Kylie was kissing me back, tipping her head sideways so I could get full access to her mouth. No woman before her had tasted this sweet, and my tongue plunged into her mouth. She was moaning still, her eyelids fluttering as she kissed me back, and her hands traveled up and down my arms.
Scooping her by her waist, I lifted her up from her chair, and it crashed backwards to the floor.
Gently, pulling my lips away from her mouth, I placed her on her desk and stepped away from her.
Her eyelids were heavy, and her pupils were glazed.
She was breathing heavily as she sat there, slightly in shock with her freckled cheeks flushed.
“I’m going to rip your clothes,” I told her in a deep grumbling voice, and I thought she would object.
Instead, she thrust her breasts out towards me, inviting me to do what I had just threatened her with.
I had to force my hands to stop shaking as I reached for the V-neck collar of her scrub-shirt.
I clutched it then ripped, the cloth came apart easily, and I pulled it down till it fell away.
She was in a thin blue cotton shirt. Her breasts were as large as I imagined them, nearly popping open the buttons on her shirt.
I grabbed the collar and started pulling it apart too.
Kylie gasped when her body was revealed to me. She was in a sexy white lace bra, through which I could see the pale pink outlines of her nipples; they were standing up erect now. Our eyes met, and I noticed how her lips were hanging open again; she was in a daze, just like I was.
“I want to see you naked,” I mumbled under my breath, and then she reached for the clasps on her back.
I watched in absolute awe as her bra came away and fell down to her waist. Her deliciously full breasts bounced into view, her thick nipples were achingly erect and yearning for my mouth.
She was sitting on the desk, her legs dangling off the edge as she had pressed her thighs together.
I stepped towards her, placing my hands on her thighs. Her body shuddered from my touch, and I pushed her legs apart. Now I could wedge myself between her thighs, so I pressed my throbbing erect cock to her warm pussy. I could feel the wetness spreading, through her pants to my jeans.
Kylie arched her back away from me, tipping her head back so that her tight blond curls fell down like a gorgeous golden waterfall behind her. Her breasts were presented upwards now to me, and I had no choice but to reach for them.
I held her by her bare waist with one hand, pulling her closer to me.
My other hand reached for her right breast, cupping it, squeezing it and directing her nipple to my mouth.
When I started sucking on it, she moaned again.
She shuddered. She tasted almost fruity as I sucked, toying with her nipple with my tongue.
Sucking, nibbling, lapping at her skin like a hungry dog.
I wanted to taste every inch of her body, and her breasts were a good place to start.
Kylie wriggled with pleasure in my arms. Her hands reached for my head, and she weaved her fingers through my hair, holding me in position while I remained latched on to her breast.
“Oh, my God…” she breathed in a hoarse whisper as I continued to suck, slowly and tenderly. I had never wanted to take this much time to taste a woman before. Even though I knew we didn’t have much time, I was in no rush.
When I finally broke away from her nipple, I watched her as she kept her eyes closed, still moving sensually in my arms.
“You’re fucking delicious, Kylie. Just like I imagined you,” I said, and a flicker of a smile entered her eyes. She wasn’t saying much; she was trying to communicate with her eyes.
I touched her flat belly tenderly, feeling the softness of her skin as my fingers trailed down her torso till I reached the elastic of her pants.
She gasped again from the anticipation of having me inside her, and once again, when I looked at her face, I realized that I wanted to take my time with her.
I wanted more than just a quick fuck. I wanted this to last forever! Fuck! What was happening to me?!
I dug my fingers down her pants, inside her lace panties, till I reached the hot swollen entrance between her legs.
She was slippery wet and throbbing, and she moaned again.
Her clit was already swollen, her folds were juicy and sticky, and I couldn’t stop myself from stroking her.
She moved in my arms again, closing her eyes shut as I rubbed her clit with my thumb.
Her hands were gripping my shoulders, like she was afraid she would fall over.
“I want to watch you come,” I said, staring at her, and Kylie’s eyes flew open. For a moment, she looked like she was frightened, like she didn’t know what would happen if she had an orgasm in front of me. Then she bit down on her bottom lip. She was telling me she was ready.
My cock was already prepared to explode.
I could feel it tenting in my jeans, struggling to be exposed, to feel the soft flesh of her pussy tightly around it.
Instead, I slipped my forefinger into her, and Kylie gasped again.
Her nails dug into the flesh of my back as she pressed herself more closely to me.
Both our breathing was heavy and mingled as I thrust my finger deeper and deeper inside her.
She was tight and juicy, and I could feel her body shuddering.
With my thumb, I kept stroking her clit to submission while my forefinger slid in and out of her.
Kylie kept moaning, trying to muffle her sounds by biting down on her lip.
Her breasts bounced with my every thrust, and I didn’t stop.
Soon, my middle finger joined the other one, and I pumped into her with force.
She might have seemed delicate and soft on the outside, but I could already tell that Kylie Aston liked it rough.
She was enjoying my fingers plowing into her, and she moved her hips to match my rhythm.
I kept my eyes on her. I wanted to see every second of her orgasm taking over, and from the way her eyes looked, how her body shook, I could tell that it wasn’t too far away.
“Come for me, princess,” I said, leaning into her ear.
When she heard my voice this time, her breathing became harder.
It was obvious that she was losing her self-control.
Her clit throbbed under my thumb as I kept stroking her, deep inside her pussy, searching for that spot in her that would finally trigger her orgasm.
I nibbled on her earlobe and breathed in the citrus scent of her shampoo. She moved and moaned till a sudden cry escaped her lips. She was about to come.
I moved back so that I could look into her face as she came.
Kylie was clinging onto me tightly as her body shook with spasms. I could feel her juices dribbling out of her and pooling in my palm, staining her panties and pants.
Her orgasm came with force as she bit down on her lip, the veins on her neck popping up as she tried to control her screams.
Kylie was gorgeous when she orgasmed, and I could feel myself growing addicted to that glazed, pleasured expression on her face. I wanted more. It hadn’t even ended yet, and I already wanted to see it again. I hadn’t met a more polite and kind girl before, and yet she was a fox when it came to sex.
I didn’t stop stroking her clit and her pussy till her breathing finally began to subside. When her eyes opened, she smiled, a half dangling smile like she wasn’t sure of what had happened in the last few minutes.
I could feel her juices sticking to my fingers, and slowly I started extracting my hand out of her pants.
Immediately, Kylie looked embarrassed. That courageous expression on her face, which I’d seen when I had my hands inside her pants, had disappeared. She was embarrassed of what she had just allowed me to do.
I stepped away from her, thrusting my sticky hands into the pocket of my jacket. I watched her as she quickly started putting her bra back on and then her shirt.
“You uniform is ruined,” I said, following her every graceful movement with my eyes. Kylie blushed again but kept her eyes averted.
“I have a pile of them in my locker. It’ll be fine,” she said in a soft gentle voice. Her legs were still dangling off the edge of her desk, and I wondered if anyone would know that she had just had sex in her office.
We had spoken so little before this. I hardly knew her at all, and I didn’t know what I was supposed to say.
In these situations, I usually just left or made sure the girl left as soon as I had come, but in this case, I hadn’t come and I didn’t want to leave.
Everything about being with Kylie was different, new and strange to me.
When she was dressed, our eyes met again. She jumped off the desk and ran a hand quickly through her messed up curls.
“Do you know PJ’s?” I said before I could stop myself.
“The bar?” she asked, a look of surprise entered her eyes.
“Yeah. I’ll meet you there at eight,” I said, and I turned to walk to the door. She hadn’t said anything, but I could sense that she was staring at my back.
If she didn’t want to see me again, I didn’t want to hear the words.
I unlocked the door and walked out of the physical therapy room. The hallway was deserted enough; only the friendly receptionist smiled at me distractedly, but I didn’t smile back. I was still reeling from the effect that Kylie’s orgasm had on me.
Outside the building, I felt the hard strain on my pants and tried to adjust myself. My cock moved angrily in my pants.
Shit.
I should have taken her when I had the chance.