Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
Zara
It is really strange how fast time flies when you’re happy. And I can honestly say that this is the first time in my life where I can say without hesitation that I am happy. There is no contingent to me feeling this way, I just am.
It’s been a little over a month that me and Kyle have been seeing each other on a regular basis.
By that, I mean that not a day goes by that we don’t touch base in person.
And by touching base, I mean sex. Lots and lots of sex.
The only time we didn’t have sex while together was when I was on my period.
He was so sweet and understanding about it, making it very hard for me to stay away from him.
Because of that, I haven’t been calling my mother as much, and I even canceled my lunch with Owen this week because I wanted to get caught up with work so that I could spend more time with Kyle.
Feeling guilty about this turn of events, I called my mother about an hour ago, and we are still chatting despite the fact that I need to get dressed and do something with my hair. Today is Kyle’s friends’ wedding, and he will be here to pick me up in an hour and a half.
“And that’s how you get the perfect consistency of a fluffy pancake,” mom finishes explaining. I asked her about that so that I could make Kyle breakfast, but I feel like she put a lot more thought into the whole thing than the situation warranted.
“Thanks, mom. I’ll make sure to call you if I get stuck while I’m making them.”
She gives me a happy hum but doesn’t expand on it.
”I really need to go,” I finally say. “Kyle is supposed to be here soon, and I’m still not dressed…”
Mom lets out a happy sigh. “I love hearing you like this, Zara.”
”Like what?” Other than being extremely rushed, I’m not sure what I sound like.
”In love,” mom explains.
My hand freezes on the hanger with the dress that I was just about to bring to the bedroom. An onslaught of emotions threatens to choke me to death, the grip it has on my throat just too strong.
”Who said anything about being in love?” I manage to croak out.
”Honey,” mom says with just a hint of disappointment. “It is obvious in everything that you say about Kyle, and in the way you say it, too.”
I swallow hard. “It is?”
“I am disappointed that you think I wouldn’t notice it. You’re a completely different person since you started dating him.” She sighs again, joy exuding from her every pore. “I was so worried that you’d never give anyone a chance. That you’d end up alone…”
“There is nothing wrong with being alone, mom.” My tone is harsh when I speak. “I was just as happy before.”
That’s a total lie, and I know it, but I just refuse to allow her to think that Kyle is the only reason that brings me happiness.
Mom feels the energy shifting, just like she always days. The sigh she lets out now is no longer of joy and happiness but rather of resignation.
”Okay, honey. I didn’t mean to offend you. I love you, and as long as you’re happy, it doesn’t matter to me how you achieve that.”
I can tell she doesn’t mean it, but I don’t have the patience you argue with her now. Had this been any other day, I would’ve stayed on her, and I would not have stopped until I was one hundred percent sure that she understood what I was saying.
We hang up, and I sit on the bed, staring into space until my vision goes blurry. Every so often, Kyle’s face makes an appearance in my vision. He always grins from ear to ear, looking at me like I am the most important person in his life.
Maybe I am in love, like my mother said.
For weeks now I’ve had this weird feeling, telling myself that I could fall in love with him.
But since I’ve never been in love, how would I know what being in love even feels like?
Now that I think more about it, maybe I was in love before and just didn’t know it.
But has anyone made my stomach flutter at the mere thought of them? That’s a resounding no.
Since I am more of a numbers girl, I will not admit to anything until I have more concrete facts. Like for example, how does Kyle feel about me? He seems to enjoy spending time with me, and he’s sworn to me multiple times that the sex is so good, he never wants it with anyone else.
A loud knock at the door startles me so badly, I need a minute to recover. With one hand pressed to my chest, I walk on my tippy toes as I exit the bedroom. There’s a second knock, just as loud.
”Zara, are you there?”
I rush to get to the door faster when I recognize Kyle’s voice. Yanking it open, I just stare at him while he waits for me to move so he can come in.
“Why are you here this early?” I ask. “I thought I still had time! Please don’t tell me that it’s already time for us to go!”
That’s when I realize that Kyle is holding a bag with a suit over his shoulder.
“You’re getting dressed here?”
Kyle smirks and winks at me, then he places a gentle hand on my hip before bending down to kiss me on the lips. He is so smooth in the way he moves that I don’t even realize that I took a couple of steps back, and we are not inside my apartment, door closed behind him.
“I got impatient,” he tells me.
I watching him walking over to the back of the chair in my living room. After he makes sure that it won’t get wrinkled, he spins on his heels, and opens his arms for me.
“What?” I know what he wants, but I like it so much more when he tells me.
“Come here, woman,” he growls at me.
Letting out a happy chuckle, I fly into his open arms, attaching myself to him with my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. The robe I have on opens up, allowing me to do all this. The tie loosens enough that it gaps around my chest as well, and I see Kyle staring down with intention.
“Kyle, we don’t have time,” I chastise him without really meaning it.
He spins me around a couple of times, and I let out a sharp squeal when he drops on the couch.
“I thought you were going to drop me.” My voice comes out breathless when I speak.
He brings our mouths together and presses his lips so hard against mine, it almost hurts. Then, he lets go abruptly and runs his lips up and down my jawline.
“I would never let you fall, baby,” he whispers against my skin, making me shiver and squirm in his lap. “Unless you’re falling for me,” he adds.
His words hit me right in the heart. I don’t know if that was intentional on his part, or if he is talking just trying to be cute. The reality is that it all hits too close to home. I feel strongly about him, but I am scared to hope that he feels the same about me.
To stop myself from thinking, I bring my mouth back to his. He happily obliges when I lick at his plips. I suck on his tongue, using in my arsenal everything that he’s taught me in the last few weeks. I wasn’t even aware that I had no idea how to kiss until Kyle showed me what a real kiss was.
“You are amazing,” he growls in between kisses. “I came here early hoping to see you naked…”
I almost choke when laughter bubbles inside my chest out of nowhere. You’d think this would not be where we’d be laughing while on the way to having sex, but not with Kyle. He always has something funny to say.
“You should’ve called first…”
He grins from ear to ear while his hands clamp on my hips. There’s a glint in his eyes, but I’m not sure what to make of it. Suddenly, I am bouncing through the air, and my hair is all over the place.
“What just happened?” I ask when it all comes to a halt.
That’s when I realize that I am not sitting in Kyle’s lap anymore. Instead, I am on my knees on the couch, hands resting on the back of it, while Kyle is standing behind me.
“Whoa, how did you even do that?”
I am breathing heavy as I try to re-orient myself. There’s excitement in my voice as well, hoping that Kyle is about to do to me why his actions just implied.
He takes his time responding. First, he runs a heavy hand across my back, dragging it over the material of the robe I’m wearing until he reaches my buttocks.
He goes lower down my leg until he finds bare skin.
He then traces his steps back, pulling the robe higher as he goes until it is all gathered around my middle.
“Kyle,” I breathe out. “This is probably now a good time… We have to leave soon…”
I’m not sure whose benefit I say that for. I sure as hell don’t want him to stop. In fact, I will even cry if he does stop right now.
Kyle leans over my back, his erection that’s covered by the track pants his wearing fits just right in between my butt cheeks.
“We have enough time to get this started,” he whispers in my ear. “And then we’ll finish it when we get home later.”
Shuddering in pleasure, I look over my shoulder just in time to watch him as he pulls his T-shirt and pants off. He’s not wearing any underwear, so that’s easy.
I stand on my knees and undo the tie on my robe. I would normally wait for him to take charge and get me naked, but I am too impatient today. The robe falls off my shoulders before I throw it to the side, not caring where it lands.
I put my hands back to where they were and arch my back, waiting for Kyle to do his worst. When I glance over my shoulder, I find him staring at me with dilated pupils. The erection his sporting bops against his stomach, but he is not otherwise moving.
“Kyle?”
My tone is tentative, unsure of what to do. I thought the hardest part was to get naked, but now that he doesn’t say or do anything, I feel self conscious making me wonder if I should pull the robe back on.
Kyle drops to the his knees with a loud thud. My heart hammers in my chest when I realize that his face is at the same level as my butt, and he can now see the rest me clearly from behind.
I am deep into my thought, and it doesn’t register when Kyle seals his mouth over my opening. The move is without warning, making me jump in place. But, after the initial shock, I realize how good it feels having him touch me like that.
He moans when he presses his mouth harder against me, the tip of his nose brushing briefly against the sensitive area that’s connecting my two holes, for lack of a better word.
My hips start moving of their own accord along with he rhythm he sets with his mouth, and his tongue, and his teeth. He knows exactly how to touch me to extract all the pleasure I am capable of feeling.
His hands slap each buttock at the same time before clenching his fingers into the sensitive flesh.
It sends waves of shock through my system.
In the weeks that we’ve been together, while I’ve been curious about this position, I was always a little wary, but Kyle was patient with me, never forcing me into anything I didn’t want to do.
After some googling, I found that doing it from behind was quite possible one of the tamest positions for sex.
Now, holding firmly onto the back of the couch, I rock myself back and forth onto Kyle’s mouth. My eyes close in delight every time the tip of his tongue slips into me from behind.
Before I am ready for it to stop, he pulls back. He kisses one butt cheek and then the other, sinking his teeth into each glove before licking the spots and placing wet kisses over the marks.
The more he does this to me, the more it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. I become impatient, but I don’t know how to become more aggressive.
While I work up the courage to ask him for more, Kyle takes the matter into his own hands, figuratively and literally. He dips two fingers inside of me, pumping in and our, getting me wetter with each move.
Just as I think he’s about to unleash all his power on me, he pulls back again. This time, he takes his wet from my juices fingers and runs the tips over my clit. He rubs hypnotic circles, starting with really slow ones before going faster and faster.
“Yes!”
My hips move faster in order to keep up. Vision is a little blurry as my focus is solely on the orgasm he is about to give me.
“No,” I cry out when he once again stops. “Why?”
I drop my head forward, resting my forehead against the wall behind the couch. I hear Kyle moving, but my body is too wound up. I can’t focus on turning around to check on what he’s doing.
He once again leans over my back until his lips are against my ear.
“I wouldn’t let you down like that, baby.”
His words don’t register at first. But then, I feel him probing at my entrance. Without thinking, I press myself back against him, willing him to push all the way in and take all of me at once.
“Please, Kyle,” I beg when he takes his time with it.
With an abrupt move, he wraps my hair into his fist and pulls me up and against his chest. He breathes hard against my neck and up to my ear.
“You begging makes me so hard…”
His free hand goes in between my legs, with the tip of his fingers rubbing furiously against my clit at the same time that he finally thrusts hard into me. The hand in my hair gets tighter, and he forces my head to the side until he can see my face.
There are so many things happening to me at the same time. Forcing his mouth onto mine, he assaults it with his tongue without any warning. His hips thrust into me, each move more forceful than the one before. The fingers on my clit rub faster, assaulting my sense with each pass.
“Kyle,” I moan into his mouth.
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he continues torturing my body in the best of ways. This is the wildest we’ve gotten so far, and I am loving every second. The more he does it to me, the less I want it to end.
“Fuck!” He pushes my head away. This time, when I land with my hands against the couch, he rests his chest over my back, continuing to thrust into me. His moves are now more erratic now, like he is about to lose control over his body.
“Kyle, I…”
I have no idea what I want to say. What I do know is that I explode on the inside into millions of tiny little pieces. The world stops spinning, leaving me suspended over this couch, with Kyle still pushing into me like both of our lives depend on it.
It could be minutes, it could be hours, hard to tell, but at some point he jerks forcefully a couple of times while moaning loudly against the skin of my back.
I wait him out until he stops moving, and that’s when I feel my knees buckling under me.
Turning to the side, I jump when he sleeps from inside of me, and I crash into the couch on my stomach.
Kyle doesn’t waste any time following me there.
He curves his body around mine and wraps an arm around my waist.
“Let’s close our eyes for a minute,” he murmurs in my hair.
That’s a really bad idea, but I don’t have the energy to argue. Instead, I squirm around until my hips are resting happily against Kyle. As a last thought, I grab the blanket I dropped on the floor earlier, and pull it over us. It’s nice and warm, and it feels good.
It’s only for a minute.