Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE
Zara
“That was incredible.”
I think this must be the tenth time I say this, but it needs to be repeated. My second time having sex was that good. Even though he gave me an orgasm with his mouth the first time, it did not compare with the one that occurred while he was inside of me.
Kyle chuckles next to me. “I was trying to redeem myself,” he says. “My performance at my house was deplorable.”
I turn on my side so I can see him better, pulling the sheets more under my chin while my arm remains on top of it.
It still feels weird to just lay naked in front of him, although, he doesn’t seem to be having the same problem.
He is laying on top of the covers, in all his glory, with his half engorged member on display.
I feel funny calling it that, but I can’t make myself to call it a cock either. This is all too complicated.
When he notices me staring, he turns onto his side and mirrors my position. We stare into each other’s eyes, a faint smile on both of our faces.
”I plan on doing that again,” he teases. My heart rate instantly picks up. “I have a lot to make up for.”
I’m not sure what he is trying to say with that. “What do you mean?”
He shrugs playfully. “Well, your first time was a disaster. I feel guilty about it…”
”Why would you be feeling guilty if you didn’t even know it was my first time?” I interrupt him.
”I feel like I should’ve known,” he confesses. “Shouldn’t guys have some sort of radar for this?”
My eyebrows furrow as I try to figure out if he is right or not. He kind of makes sense.
”I will have to look it up online,” I decide. “There has to be some sort of statistical proof one way or another.”
His teeth glow in the semi darkness of my room when he grins from ear to ear.
”You’re so cute,” he says.
“Why? What did I do?”
His shoulder lifts in a lazy shrug. “This is the most unusual after sex conversation that I have ever had. It’s unexpected,” he explains. “I love it.”
His words stir something inside of me. “How many women have you been with?”
He widens his eyes in surprise. “In my life?”
”Well, yeah. What else would I mean?”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s blushing. He also has a hard time meeting my eyes.
”There have been a few,” he says.
I shouldn’t be surprised by his answer. Besides, I’m the one who asked. But it is a weird feeling to know that I am not as special to him as he is to me. I will never have another first like this. Kyle is it.
”You know…” He bops me on the nose playfully. “For future reference, you should not ask the guy you’re sleeping with about how many women he’s had sex with.”
”Hm…” I stare at him, processing everything he just said. “I think that It would be smart to know the other person’s sexual history.” Something dawns on me. “I probably should’ve asked you about this before we did anything.”
He doesn’t seem to like that. “Would it have changed anything?”
I don’t think it would’ve considering my instant attraction to him from the very beginning, but I am not about to admit to it.
”I don’t know,” I shrug. “I supposed that’s not anything either one of us should dwell on now.”
The color of his eyes becomes more intense the more he stares at me. I don’t know how to read what I see in them. He looks… determined. But to do what?
I start to squirm under his scrutiny, suddenly uncomfortable with the air around us. I regret saying anything about his previous conquests. He is obviously not into sharing things like that. I just it was only fair for me to know since he knows everything about my current history.
As I think about all this, jealousy pokes at me from out of nowhere. I have no right to feel this way about him, but I just can’t help it.
”I tend to ask a lot of questions,” I confess. “And I sometimes judge people based on what they tell me…”
The corner of his mouth lifts in the beginning of a smile. “You mentioned that before.”
I drop my face into his chest, trying to hide myself from him.
”I don’t know why I am the way the I am,” I mumble. “I have a great mother, who tried so hard to teach me how not to be judgmental. And my brother is totally normal,” I make sure to add.
Kyle slides a hand under my hair and starts massaging the tender spot at the base of my skull.
”I do know that you are very punctual.” He places a kiss on my hair. “How did that get started?”
A sigh escapes me. That is something that annoys a lot of people when they think about me. I lost many possible friendships because of it. But it’s just something I was never able to tolerate.
”It started when I was little,” I tell Kyle. “My parents got divorced…” Another sigh. “It was really hard on both me and Owen. But our dad promised that he’d be there for us, no matter what.”
I need a moment to gather my thoughts, wondering what I am even telling him all this.
”He’d always promise that he’d come pick us up at a certain time on a certain day…”
In my mind, I replay those moments. I remember how excited I was knowing that he was coming to get us and spend some time with us.
”He kept his promise in the beginning…”
Kyle applies a bit more pressure on the back of my head, and I close my eyes in pleasure when he hits one particular spot.
”It didn’t last long,” I continue. “At first, he started being late. Like, really, really late. He would always have these excuses on why that was happening.”
I remember my mother’s anger during those times. She never said a bad word about him, but it was right there on her face. She had gotten to the point where she couldn’t stand the sight of him because of how hard I was crying about it.
”Then…” I take a deep breath in, memories hitting me hard, one by one. “He started missing days…”
Kyle stops moving his hand on my head. “He just wouldn’t show up?”
”Pretty much,” I shrug. “Mom would have us all dressed and ready to go, our bags packed at our feet. We’d sit on the porch and wait… And… He just stopped coming.”
”Wow!”
“Anyway…” I try to laugh and make light of it. “I decided right then and there that I would never have anything to do with anyone who was late. No matter the reason.”
Kyle clenches his fingers in my hair and pulls lightly until I bring my head up so he can see my face.
“I will admit that this is a bit extreme, babe.” He stares intently into my eyes.
“But I understand the why behind it.” He brings my head closer so he can give me a quick kiss on the lips.
“I’m sorry for being such an asshole and leaving you stranded at the diner when we were supposed to meet for breakfast. It won’t happen again. ”
”Kyle, I…”
My eyes fill with unshed tears, and I don’t know what to say. He is being so incredibly sweet and understanding, and I didn’t expect that.
”I’ve never had a strict schedule.” He continues talking like I am not falling in love with him as we speak. “I never had to clock in or out, and when I went somewhere, I figured that when I got there, I got there, and that would be the end of it.”
I swallow around the lump in my throat.
”I’m sorry for upsetting you when I was late for breakfast, and also for not being at the restaurant a few minutes early. When we met for the first time,” he elaborates when he notices that I’m confused.
“You have nothing to apologize for, Kyle.”
I take a deep breath in and brace myself for acting like this is not that important, when in fact, it means everything to me.
”After all, this is only temporary, right?” My voice shakes a bit when I say the words. “It’s just for a little bit of fun.”
His body stiffens next to me, but he doesn’t comment on what I just said. I am a bit disappointed, having hoped that he would try to convince me that I am wrong, and that we will get to see each other a lot more, especially once the two events we both committed for are over and done with.
”Just for fun,” he agrees, his tone gruff and unforgiving.
He pulls me into him, pressing his mouth hard against mine.
I whimper and open my lips in invitation, which he doesn’t delay in taking advantage of.
His tongue is more aggressive this time, but he pulls back before I have time to match his energy.
His lips skim my cheek before he starts licking gently the tender skin on my neck.
”How about we have some fun now?”
I whimper with need, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. He sinks his teeth and bites, maybe a little harder than before, but in the same spot that he sucked on only a short while ago.
My legs get restless from the pleasure he inflicts on me, and I can feel myself getting wet again. When his slides a hand under the covers, I jump, startled by the feel of it on my already overheated skin.
”We’ll have all the fun,” he says.
His hand skims over the curve of my hip, sliding over my buttock where it pauses just enough to squeeze me hard.
It then goes down lower until the tip of his finger brushes over my back entrance.
That is so surprising, I don’t know how to react.
My breath hitches in the back of my throat, scared of what might happen next, but still very much turned on.
Just when I think he’s about to slide his hand inside of me from behind, he pulls back.
A mischievous grin lights up his entire face. ”I got an idea.”
He jumps out of bed, leaving me hanging as I follow him with my eyes until he disappears into the bathroom.
I hear the shower door opening, then a couple of things falling off my shelf in there.
When they hit the tub, the sound echoes.
The shower door slams closed, then the water in the sink is turned on but only for a second.
Kyle finally appears in the doorway, a few items in his hands.
”W-what is all that?” I stammer.
Without saying a word, he places everything at the foot of the bed, then, with no warning or much ceremony, he pulls the covers off me.
I am so startled, I don’t know what to do. My first instinct is to cover my breast, but then I realizes that my other parts are on display as well, so I place the palm of my hand in between my legs, wincing a bit when I feel how thick the hair is on there.
As if he can read my mind, Kyle chuckles. “We are going to take care of that,” he says. “Right now.”
I come up in a low crunch, the placement of my arms and hands making it hard for me to sit up all the way.
”We… What?”
He grabs my ankles and pulls me closer to him as he drops to his knees in one swoop. When I try to close my legs, he pulls me lower yet, putting each leg under his arms to hold me in place. I am now spread open and with his head right in between.
”Kyle, what are you doing? This is crazy!”
”We…” He grabs something off the bed from where he dropped the things he got from the bathroom. “Are going to shave your pussy.”
I have so many emotions swirling inside of me in this moment, surprise being number one. That was the last thing I expected him to say to me.
He doesn’t wait for me to respond. Instead, he picks up what I can see if a wet washcloth. When he presses it in between my legs, it feels nice and warm. He holds it there for a minute when his eyes meet mine. He winks at me, then continues with his plan.
I’m sure that if I asked him to stop, he would without hesitation. But I surprise myself when I realize that I don’t want him to stop. Further yet, I am getting wetter by the second.
Kyle removes the washcloths and places it back on the bed. The towel he covered my comforter with earlier is still there, so he slides it under my hips.
Next step is a pair of scissors that I recognize from my drawer in the bathroom. He starts trimming around without saying a word to me. I try to lift my head and look, but it’s an awkward position, so I lie back and wait. Before long he is done but not with me, only with the scissors.
He then brings up the can of shaving cream I use for my legs and pits, shaking it vigorously. Once he is satisfied with that, he takes the cap off and start spraying.
I jump at the first contact. It feels weird despite the fact that it’s weightless.
Kyle starts spreading it around, making me squirm in place.
With gentle moves, he starts running a razor over my skin, and I have to slap a hand over my mouth so I can stop myself from moaning out loud.
Who would’ve thought that him shaving me down there could be such an erotic experience?
He is done before I am ready for him to stop. Picking up the washcloth he used before, he wipes the leftover shaving cream off me, his moves sure and precise.
”And now, the main event.”
I don’t have time to ask what he means when I feel his mouth on me. It’s so much different now, like his lips are on my tender skin whereas before, he was touching me trough a thick layer of pubic hair.
On instinct, my hands reach for his hair. I pull, maybe a little too hard, when he flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit. The rush of pleasure is so sudden, I panic.
”Kyle!” I scream in the quiet room. “I think I’m…”
There is no time for me to finish the sentence. An orgasm so powerful that it blinds me crashes into me, and I become unaware of my surroundings.
Somewhere in the distance, I feel Kyle moving from in between my legs. I want him to stay, but I can’t form words. Thankfully, he comes back to me, but this time, not with his mouth. I feel him pushing inside of me without any ceremony, and I more than welcome the intensity.
As I ride the wave of pleasure, I can feel him moving faster and faster, his thumbs digging holes into my hips. My eyes are squeezed shot, and my back is arched as I am praying that this feeling will never end.
Nonetheless, it does. With a loud groan, Kyle reaches the pinnacle of his pleasure. That is followed by his crashing into me from above.
”So good,” I whisper while wrapping my arms around his neck. “So good…”
I know I said this was only temporary and just for fun, but I already miss him.