Chapter 28
Kyran
Her body was made for me. Every movement and sound and reaction that comes from her only further solidifies just how hard it’s going to be to let her leave me in a couple of days.
And while I know how quickly this seems to be moving, nothing feels more right than this.
Having her in my arms and telling her how beautiful she is and taking care of her; it feels unreal but it’s the only thing I ever want to be doing from here on out.
Every day for nearly a month is a long time when you boil it down. And I can confidently say that no matter how awkward it may have been for us to meet for the first time, I’ve never gotten to know anyone on the level that Weslyn and I have been on this whole time.
And now, as I move down her body, spreading kisses all over her skin, I watch as she opens up for me a bit more and I plan to take care of her every need.
Her nightie is tossed on the floor so all that’s left is her thong.
She’s laying back so patiently for me as I trail my lips further down past her belly button. Her breathing is the only audible thing other than my lips pressing kisses to her skin, and I love hearing just how pleased she is with my movements.
I take my time taking down her underwear, knowing that nothing in the world can ever compare to these moments with Weslyn, so why the hell would I want to rush them?
But I can tell she’s getting a little antsy, so I decide to lean in—after discarding her thong—and kiss the inside of her thigh.
“Kyran,” she pants breathlessly and I can’t help the smile that curls on my face as I lean deeper into her center.
“Yes, Weslyn?” I ask her, holding her legs open for me.
“I need to kiss you,” she admits and though I want to keep doing what I intend to do—to make her come again with my tongue—I don’t hesitate to give her what she wants.
I pull her up to a sitting position, putting her on her knees as I reach down to grab the back of her neck before leaning in to do just what she asked for.
Something about kissing Weslyn feels more explosive than anything I’ve ever experienced. I feel so much chemistry and fire as we press our bodies together, kissing like we’ll never see each other again.
She reaches for my neck before letting her fingers trail down my chest. She glides her hands down to the hem of my sweats and I feel her tug a little.
I stop our kiss, pulling away with a groan falling from my mouth as I look down to see her hands teasing me; tempting to pull down my pants.
“Weslyn,” I say in a tone of warning. I’m so turned on by her, I’m finding it hard to keep the control I’ve managed to maintain.
“I really want to see you,” she begs and I lean over her, touching my forehead to hers.
I let her continue her fleeting touches against my lower abdomen as I reach a hand down between her thighs and urge her to open them a little for me. When she does, I slide my fingers between them, inching closer and closer to her pussy.
She’s panting now; breathing harshly with so much need. Our foreheads still touch and our lips are so close to each other. But her eyes are closed as she starts to tug down my sweats, right as I brush my index finger against her clit.
“Oh,” she cries out; so fucking pretty. Her body jolts as I touch her, moving her body against my hand and I want so badly to push her down to bed and use my mouth to bring out more pretty sounds from her. My dick is aching so badly for her; hard and eager for her soft fingers to finally touch me.
“I am trying so hard to hold on to my restraint, Wes,” I admit to her, feeling her body quiver as I push my finger inside of her. My confession comes from feeling like I could come in my fucking pants just by watching her ride me with pleasure.
I finally lean all the way in to press my mouth to hers, kissing her while she’s writhing under me.
“Mouth,” she whispers heatedly between kisses. “I want your mouth and then I want your cock.” She says and I swear I almost lose it.
But I pull away and let her lay back once more; my eyes roaming over every inch and curve of her body as she does. This time I get on the bed with her and slide my hands under her ass, gripping her by the top of her thighs to hold her into me as I lean in and press my tongue to her clit.
“God,” she moans out as she pushes her hands into my hair.
I look up at her as I eat her out, seeing that she’s fully enjoying the way my mouth feels on her pussy. Her lips are parted, moaning in ecstasy as her eyes are squeezed shut. Her back arches off the bed, her body squirming as I pleasure her with my tongue.
She presses her legs around my head, and I decide it’s time to push her over the edge knowing that she’s already damn close.
I use the tip of my tongue to tease her swollen clit as I slide my fingers up to her entrance and press two of them inside of her.
She cries with a string of curse words falling from her pretty lips and I can’t help but smile at how beautiful she is when she comes.
And she does.
Hard.
I can feel the way her orgasm obliterates her with how hard her pussy is squeezing my fingers and how violently her body is thrashing as she rides every wave of pleasure that greets her.
After a few moments, she finally comes down from her high, her eyes looking wildly up at me as I stand up and appreciate the hell out of the woman in front of me.
“I could watch you come all day, Weslyn,” I admit to her and a shy smile pulls on her lips.
I lean over her body and press my mouth to her skin, kissing her stomach, her breasts, her neck and then her lips.
She wraps her legs around my back as I place one hand around her ribs and the other is palm down by her head.
She moans into my mouth as she pulls me down with her legs, pressing my dick to her center and I can’t fucking take it anymore.
I’m so turned on. So fucking hard.
“Weslyn,” I breathe out. Her name falling from my lips with so much anguish, dipped in greed and lust and passion. "I really fucking need you," I tell her. And she knows it. But as I break the kiss and look down into her eyes, I sense something despondent, or rather like she’s retreating a bit.
“I-” she opens her mouth, but then stops, turning her head as she loosens up her grip on me.
“Hey.” I reach my hand over to cup her face and turn her to look back at me. My heart pounds when I recognize an emotion I haven’t seen her display for me yet.
“What’s going on, Weslyn? Did I hurt you or-”
“No. No, you were perfect. Everything is perfect. I just…”
She trails off again and I am trapped in needing to know what’s going on. I need to know what she's thinking, what’s causing her to pull away from me.
“You can tell me anything. Whatever it is.” I look at her with so much sincerity, and even though she’s still naked underneath me and my dick is still hard, I don’t let anything get in the way of making sure she’s okay. That’s what matters most.
She clearly has something on her mind and I want her to be able to get it out, no matter where we are or what we’re doing.
She takes in a deep breath and I decide to lean up off her body and pull her up with me.
We both sit next to each other and even though she’s not making an effort to hide herself, I reach over to grab the blanket from the edge of the bed anyway; offering it to her and she takes it.
“What’s going on, Weslyn?” I brush her hair out of her face while her eyes fade into mine, like she’s trying to create distance between us but I can tell she doesn’t really want to.
“I just think the heat of the moment was getting to me. I haven’t really felt the way you just made me feel with anyone before and my brain started to panic.”
Her words are spoken in honesty and I can see the conflict brewing in her eyes as she holds the blanket to her body.
“How did I make you feel?” I ask her, my hand now rubbing up and down her back in comfort as I try to understand what she’s attempting to say.
“Loved.” Her tone is soft and passionate. Her eyes look at me with so much fire and desire. Everything we’ve said to each other these past few weeks, everything we’ve learned about each other and the hope that I’ll get to spend more time with her in the future, it all boils down to this moment.
Surely, I provided the fact that I had no expectations, that we should go with the flow and what feels right.
This is what feels right for her, and I can’t deny that I’m a little disappointed that she feels the need to pull back because of it, but I also realize how she might feel scared to admit that she might be falling into a territory that will likely be hard to get out of once we’re there.
But I also can’t deny the way my fucking heart races at her confession, something so strong and powerful twisting inside of me; a feeling I have never felt before.
“Weslyn…”
“I know, Kyran. I fucking know,” she starts as she dips her head, breaking our eye contact.
“That’s why I had to stop myself. Because I think knowing that you and I were about to .
. . have sex, I’m not sure I’d be able to contain whatever emotion I was feeling.
The connection we have outside of sex is one thing, but bringing a physical connection into the equation…
” She stops to take a breath and I let her pace herself as I take in every word she’s saying.
“I couldn’t get my heart to stop fucking racing. I just needed a moment.”
I pinch her chin between my fingers and bring her eyes up to me once more. I can see the worry swimming behind her irises and I want to do everything I can to eliminate it.
“What’s wrong with feeling loved?” I ask her and she gasps.
“Well, the fact that we’ve not known each other long and this is the first time we’ve met in person and I am going back to Rhode Island in a few days.”
“I’ll ask you again…” I lean in a little closer, lowering my tone and speaking with intention. “What’s wrong with feeling loved?”
She sighs and turns her head away, letting a moment of silence pass through us before she stands from the bed, still holding on to the blanket wrapped around her.
“The idea that I could get hurt in the end by letting myself feel loved,” she says and I want to reassure her that she has nothing to worry about. That I don’t plan to allow for us to have an end.
So I decide to stand, wrapping my arms around her waist as I hold her close to me.
“You know you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” I tell her.
“So you’ve said.” She flashes a faint smile as she looks up at me.
“It’s the truth. And you know that I’ve never in the history of ever stayed on the phone with a single person for as long as I have with you.”
“I can say the same thing,” she replies.
“You and I both know so much about each other in just a short period of time and it feels like the strongest connection I’ve ever had,” I say to her, hoping that she hears just how fucking important that means to me and how sincerely I feel about our situation.
“I feel the same way, Kyran.” She closes her eyes as she dips her head, but I don’t allow her to look away from me.
“When you look at me with those eyes and this smile,” I trace her bottom lip with my finger, “I feel like I could love you.”
Weslyn’s breath hitches and her eyes cloud with emotion.
I sit down on the bed and pull her with me. She holds the blanket to her chest with one hand while using the other to balance herself on my shoulder as I lift her up and onto my lap.
Weslyn straddles me and I hold her close with my hands pressed to her back.
“Whatever is happening between us, I’m not going to let it stop anytime soon.
So that means there is no going backwards.
When you leave to go back home, I’ll still text you every single day.
I’ll still put in coffee orders for you to pick up before school and I’ll still pay for your snacks when we have FaceTime dates.
Hell, I’ve even thought about paying for your fucking rent and buying you groceries when you need them so that you can stop working at your awful job.
And I’ll still watch your favorite vampire show with you and when we’ve watched all the episodes, we can start it all over or watch a new show together.
And next time you get a free break, I’m going to put your ass on a plane and bring you back to me so that I can spend the entire time making you feel loved. ”
Everything I say to her is pure fucking honesty, feelings and emotions that dig up just from looking at her and I know that this is the most raw and real I’ve ever felt.
“Kyran, I don’t know what to say.” A tear falls down her cheek and I use my thumb to catch it.
“I haven’t had many meaningful things in my life, Wes.
I have a good job and a nice place to stay, sure.
But I’ve had nothing to look forward to.
Until you. I texted the wrong fucking number that day but your response was the right message.
Meeting you has been the most meaningful thing to ever happen to me and I’ll be a damned fool to let that go. ”
“I don’t want you to let me go,” she says as she presses her body further into me, dropping her hand from the blanket to wrap her arms around my neck.
I lean in to kiss her lips, letting this moment sink into the fabric of what makes us Weslyn and Kyran.
Two strangers who found each other out of chance, and now she’s become one of the most important people in my life.
I can’t imagine not having her around, even if she’ll be leaving soon.
And as crazy as that sounds, it feels right.
We let go of the kiss and as she looks into my eyes, I press my hand to her cheek and lower my voice to a whisper, wanting my words to reach her heart.
“Then let me love you.”