24. Chapter 24 #2
As if pulled by a magnet, my eyes wander down his body until they land on his crotch. His cock is already straining against his jeans. The sight sends a wave of heat right to my core and blood into my cheeks.
“See what you do to me?” With gentle fingers he grabs my wrist and guides my hand, lays my palm right on his cock. “This is how much I want you.”
“Fuck,” I whisper and give it a gentle squeeze, feeling it jump.
Gaze darting from my hand in his crotch to his eyes. A wave of calmness washes over me, taking all of my insecurities, all my worries with its tide and suddenly, I feel bold.
So I pull my hand back and shimmy out of my shirt and throw it off the bed. Then I reach for his hand and lay his palm on my stomach.
“I think it’s time you find out how much I want you.” I push his hand lower until his fingers sneak under my loose jogging pants. Then further down.
“Kylie,” he groans, closes his eyes and sucks in a sharp breath once his fingertips reach my wetness. “I want to see. Let me take off your pants?” He seems almost pained with need.
Well, I can’t have that.
Wordlessly, I lift my hips.
Two seconds later they fly somewhere behind him, and he unzips his jeans. I miss his weight on me as he gets up to take them off completely, but I can’t even complain because he’s giving me one hell of a show.
If I was impressed by his biceps, they’re nothing against his thick thighs and round ass. It’s so clear he works out. Probably not in a gym though, I wouldn’t be surprised if his work-outs consist of heaving trees off roads or pushing cows around.
His cock is pretty. Big and with a nice girth, its head already glistening with arousal, painting his abs with it as it gently bounces while he climbs back on the bed.
“Tell me if it’s too much.” He waits until I look at him. My tongue darting out to wet my lips earns me an amused chuckle, but I still nod to make sure he gets the message. “Good.”
His hand dances up my calf, to the back of my knee.
He pulls my thigh up to press kisses to the sensitive skin on its inside.
Butterflies are performing some kind of flash mob in my stomach and lower belly as he kisses his way higher up.
And even higher. Up my belly, between my breasts. My collarbone.
“Fuck, Erik.” He’s nowhere near where I want him the most, but my need for him is insane.
Suddenly he lets go of my leg and captures my lips again with a happy hum.
“Erik,” I mumble into the kiss, my fingertips digging into his scalp. He’s covering me, like a warm protective blanket, kissing all thoughts from my brain and all I can do is revel in the electric sparks his soft touches send through my body.
His fingers dance a path down my belly and finally, to my pussy, already wet and waiting for his attention. A whimper escapes the back of my throat. He swallows the sound as his fingertips move between my folds, past my clit and find my entrance.
“Okay?” he asks in a mumble and keeps his finger right there. A warm presence, gently stroking the edge of my hole.
I nod, squirming. This is so fucking okay. In fact, it’s driving me crazy. “Fuck, Erik, I need you.”
He grins, then leans in to kiss me right as he pushes his finger inside, slowly, but steadily. I tense around it and suck in a sharp breath.
Fuck. It’s really been way too long. There’s a slight burn.
Deep breaths, Kylie. Relax.
Erik is patient. He keeps his finger still inside me, lips feathering over my skin down my throat until he reaches my breast and pulls my nipple between his lips, promptly sending a firework of pleasure through my body.
“Ahh!” I dig my fingertips into his shoulder and arch into his touch.
His thumb finds my clit, drawing lazy circles until I relax around his finger. Only then does he slowly start to move it, gently pulling out and pushing it back inside me.
“Fuck yes,” I moan and thrash my head against his soft blanket.
He nudges my nipple with his tongue right as he adds a second finger. For a moment the pressure feels insane, but in the best way. A light sting that only feeds into the pleasure. I relax around them within seconds this time.
“You’re really…” He crooks his fingers and finds a wonderful spot inside me that makes me pull on his hair and my back arch to off the bed. “Oh, fuck. Good at this,” I grit out.
“So are you,” he mumbles, the words blowing against my nipple, wet with his saliva. “You’re doing so good, babe. Taking my fingers so well.”
“Erik!” I keep moaning his name every time he nudges the little perfect spot inside me again.
Fuck. I’m already so close. This feels way too soon, hell I haven’t even touched him yet and-
Before I can even make sense of my thoughts, his face is right in front of mine, searching my flushed cheeks and glassy eyes.
“I got you, Kylie. Stop thinking.”
‘I got you.’ Three words and I’m a fucking wreck and the air is suddenly too thick to breathe. My eyes sting with tears I don’t want him to see, because there couldn’t be a worse moment for them.
“I need you, Erik,” I press out. “Your cock. Inside me. Now.” He barely lets me finish the last word before capturing my lips in a kiss so passionate it makes me forget my name.
I barely notice his hand on my arm, him letting go of my breast to blindly reach for his bedside table and fish out a condom. Hell, the kiss has me so dizzy I don’t even realize he’s pulled his fingers out of me to put it on, until he nudges my entrance with his cock.
Truly a master of multitasking.
“This is still okay?” He waits for me to nod before he slowly starts to push in and the last shred of doubt evaporates the moment his cock glides inside me. He’s perfect. And he wants me. And I’m good enough to be wanted by a perfect guy.
This perfect guy.
“Fuck, you feel so good, babe,” he presses out, biting his lip and I stare at him. This is real. He is real. And he choose me. Over and over. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
Relax, Kylie.
He’s big and definitely longer than his fingers. Having his cock inside me is a challenge. A good one I’m excited to face. But also, just a little painful.
“Give me a moment,” I mumble once he’s fully inside me and dig my fingertips into his biceps. Immediately, he freezes.
“All the time in the world,” he assures me with a rasp in his voice, runs his fingers through my hair and kisses the crease between my eyebrows.
There’s just something about his gentleness, about how carefully he treats me that overwhelms me to the point of tears. Good tears. It’s still the worst timing for them, but I can’t hold them back anymore.
“What? Hey. No tears, we can stop.” He sounds panicked. Which makes me giggle. God, this is absurd. “Come on, babe. Eyes open. Look at me.”
“Sorry,” I mumble. My hands fly to my cheeks, trying to wipe the tears away, but his are already there, thumbs stroking over my skin, so gently it sends even more tears down my cheeks. “No stopping. Stay where you are.”