Chapter 27
Weslyn
I watch as Kyran lowers himself down my body.
His closed mouth kisses press gently against my skin.
On my neck, over my chin, down my chest, on my collar bones and then .
. . he’s kissing my breast, the one I allowed him to expose and he did so respectfully.
It made it that much more intimate and now, now I’m hot all over knowing that he’s so close to wrapping his soft lips around my nipple.
I hold my hands at my side, digging into the sheets below me as he gets closer. My pussy feels slick under my thong and I close my eyes the moment I feel his tongue dart out over my breast, leaving a little wet trail to where he finds my nipple.
I let out a moan and it causes him to dip his head, touching his forehead to my chest. “Fuck, Weslyn. If you keep making those sweet little noises, this night is going to end a lot faster than I want it to,” he says and I blush at his admission.
I inadvertently squirm underneath him. “I’m sorry,” I say and he looks up at me. "I just haven't done this in a while and it feels really good." His eyes giving me that deep intentional glare he’s been giving and it causes me to blush harder.
“Don’t be sorry for moaning. For allowing yourself to express your feelings. It’s hot. And it turns me on. I just want to take my time with you, sweetheart.” He pushes himself up a little so that he can press a kiss to my cheek before leaning back down to what he was doing.
God this man is a dream. I don’t know how we got from me answering a text from the wrong number to here, but I am more than all in with him. With this.
He leans back down and his lips touch my skin once more. But this time, he presses his kiss to my nipple before opening his mouth and letting his tongue explore.
I have to cover my hand with my mouth to prevent myself from moaning too loud, knowing he’s feeling just as intense as I am and I don’t want anything to speed this up. I want this to last just as badly as he does.
He plays with my nipple, using his mouth while my body squirms under him.
He moves one of his hands from the side of my head and trails down my body until he’s gripping the back of my knee.
He maneuvers me to wrap it up around his back and I let him, because in his arms and in his control, I am a heated mess.
His other hand finds mine and he interlocks our fingers together before pulling my hand up to lay next to my head, still holding my hand in his.
He leans up from his relentless kisses on my breast and looks up at me. “You are so fucking sweet, Weslyn. The way your body moves for me.” I can’t do anything but nod at him, feeling overwhelmed in the best way by his compliments and the care he’s showing my body.
I feel his hand start to move behind my knee, crawling upward to the back of my thigh. I can feel every inch of his finger as it gets closer to my ass, and then he slides it down over my flesh there. I know where he’s going, I know what he’s doing and I bite down on my lip to hold back the moan.
He watches me, keeping his eyes trained on me with his other hand squeezing mine by my head. His fingers start to reach between my legs and when he makes contact, gently tugging at my panties, I arch my back in a passionate moan.
“Fuck, love,” he whispers to me as he watches me react to the way his fingers slide through my pussy.
He starts moving them up and down a few times—up to the pulse in my clit and then back down—still intent with the way he’s looking at me, before he pauses at my entrance.
“Is this okay?” he asks me, again being the gentleman that he’s been with me and I reach up to wrap my free hand around his neck to hold him.
“Yes,” I respond and within seconds, he slips his fingers inside.
“Oh god!” I cry out in a lusty moan, causing Kyran to bring his forehead to rest against mine.
“Love, you don’t know how good you feel wrapped around me.” His whisper is heated against my lips and I don’t hesitate to pull him down into a kiss.
Our lips dance with each other, forcing each other’s mouths open and using our teeth to bite each other’s lips while two of his fingers thrust in and out of my pussy.
He uses his thumb to press against my clit with every thrust in and the feeling that builds in my core starts to feel heavier and heavier.
His body is pressed against mine; the fabric of my nightie is the only thing between us save for my bare breast pressing against his chest.
“Kyran,” I sigh against his lips, breathing in and out with the movements of his fingers.
“Yes, love?”
“I think I might come,” I don’t even care how silly that might sound. I feel safe with this man. I feel taken care of and seen.
I feel the pressure building, my orgasm cresting as his steady pace creates an ecstasy bound to explode soon.
“Fuck, baby. You can’t say shit like that to me.” He drops his head to the side of my head where his lips brush against my ear.
I let out my whimpers against his neck and I feel like I’ve sinned in heaven with the way he’s holding me; our heat igniting everywhere and the way he’s fucking me carefully and passionately with his fingers.
“Come whenever you’re ready, Wes,” he whispers into my ear and I feel the urge to let go. “I’ve got you.” But I tense my body to hold back the orgasm, only causing my pussy to clench around his fingers.
“I don’t want this to end,” I admit, and he lifts his head up to look me in my eyes—barely able to keep them open though as I’m drowning in the need for this pleasure.
“You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m only going to make you come one time, love. Fuck, if I have it my way, you’ll get to come whenever you want, all night long.” His confession covers my body in a chill.
He hasn’t broken the pace he’s going, not once, and I know I won’t be able to hold back any longer.
“Can you kiss my neck?” I ask him, knowing that that’s my weak spot but also knowing that I don’t really need him there to make me come.
“Anything for you.” He presses his lips against mine before turning them to pay attention to the sensitive skin below my ear.
It’s instant, the way his thumb presses against my clit with every thrust inward, the way his fingers travel in and out. I can feel myself falling into pure bliss as my orgasm starts to unravel.
“Oh, god,” I whisper heavily against his neck. “Fuck, Kyran.”
“Right here, huh baby? You need me right here?” He talks me through it between searing kisses as I come around his fingers.
My moans mix with his own whispered groans, like he’s getting just as much pleasure from me coming as he would from his own release.
Everything explodes. I find myself gripping onto him, digging my fingernails into his back at how intense the pleasure is. Our bodies cling to each other as he finally slows his thrusts and I start to breathe sporadically, trying to catch my breath.
He lifts himself up as he pulls his fingers out slowly. “Jesus, you are so fucking pretty when you come, Weslyn.” And then he puts his fingers in his mouth, letting his tongue lap up the evidence of my pleasure left there, and I watch him in awe.
“That felt so good, Kyran,” I tell him and he grins at me.
“Well, unless you want to stop, I’m not done.” He places both hands up at the side of my head, allowing me to drop my leg back to the bed.
I nod at him, knowing that even though that was enough for me, I want more of him. I want us to keep exploring each other and I want to find out what I can do to pleasure him.
He dips his head so that our foreheads touch. “But first,” he starts as he tugs at my gown. “Do you think I could take this thing all the way off you?”