Chapter 29 Weslyn
Weslyn
Kyran lays me back down on the bed, tearing the blanket from my body.
Everything he just said to me gives me the reassurance I needed.
I don’t want to stop. But my need to pause and slow down was simply because I was unsure of what giving in would mean and I know that we have all the time in the world.
I don't want to rush this. But Kyran promises to keep moving forward with me, giving me the courage to let things move naturally knowing that he’s got me.
I watch as he lowers his sweats and his briefs, admiring the hell out of his beautiful body. He gets back up on the bed but not before pulling a condom out of the drawer of his nightstand and pure excitement boils through me.
This feels so right, not a doubt in my mind.
I watch as he situates himself back over me, leaning down and kissing my forehead, my cheek, my lips, then he starts to trail his lips down my body.
He presses soft closed mouth kisses over my skin, my breasts, my belly button and at the top of my pussy before climbing back up and positioning himself between my legs.
“I don’t know how the hell I’m going to be able to let you get back on a plane, Wes,” he tells me and I smile like a fucking fool.
Because I’ve been thinking the same thing.
Though, his promise to maintain everything we’ve been doing and more has me feeling rather confident that we’ll be able to pull this off and I'm willing to chance it if means getting to spend more time with him.
Kyran tears open the condom wrapper and I watch as he puts it on. Every movement is slow and intentional and intimate, letting the moment really thread us together and neither of us shy away from watching the other.
My body heats up knowing that this is our moment; the physical connection is already electrifying so this is only going to heighten things and I’m no longer afraid to let my emotions manifest. Whatever comes of this is what is meant to be, and I know that my heart and body and soul are safe with Kyran.
Kyran looks down at me, a sexy grin on his face and passionate look in his eyes.
I am in awe with how handsome he is and how gentle he's been with me this whole time.
I don't know how the hell I'm the one who ended up on the other side of his text message but I'm grateful for it, because I feel so fucking lucky to be with him right now.
He's my best friend. My soulmate.
“You are truly so fucking beautiful, Wes,” he tells me before gently grabbing my leg and guiding me to wrap it around him.
I blush, of course, because everything he says to me makes me nervous. I wrap my other leg around him and then I hold him close to me by locking my fingers behind his neck. We both look between us to watch his movements; lining himself up with where I need him most.
The anticipation is killing me but as he enters me, everything feels like pure bliss. All of my worries fade. Time stops and it's just him and I tangled in our own web.
“Fuck,” he groans as he slides himself in and I bite my lip; the feeling of him this close is dangerous and exciting and raw and unlike anything I've ever felt before.
My whole body ignites with chills, passion sweeping over me as he wraps his hand around the side of my neck, his thumb grazing my cheek, and then leans in to kiss me.
His thrusts are slow and gentle at first, taking his time to ease himself into me which I appreciate because Kyran's size is unmatched.
Every movement makes me feel like I'm free falling into pure euphoria.
But after a few moments, our bodies start to move on their own accord, dancing together as we kiss feverishly.
Everything is fucking perfect. The way he’s holding me, the way he’s cherishing me.
The way I feel like I never want to leave his arms. The way he feels as he moves in and out of me, and the way that we feel like the perfect fucking fit. I moan and whimper against his mouth as he thrusts steadily; emotions flooding me as I feel my heat beat in tandem with his movements.
“You feel so fucking good, Weslyn,” Kyran whispers into my ear, kissing my neck there before leaning up to look in my eyes. And that’s when I lose it.
Kyran watches me as I come harder than I ever have, my moans are loud and passionate as my body trembles under him. I dig my nails into the skin of his back, letting my orgasm rip through me as he leans back down and kisses me.
"Just like that, baby. Look at you coming for me, Wes. So fucking pretty."
Everything washes over me in powerful waves as Kyran talks me through my orgasm, crashing against my soul and shattering my resolve. I'm done for. This is his claim on me. I can never be anyone else's. I am his and he is mine.
And then, he lets go. As Kyran comes, he groans into my skin and I tilt my head to kiss his neck, hoping to heighten his release. The way his body moves and reacts does something to me, and I love knowing that we come together. I love knowing that I get this part of him. That I get him at all.
“Jesus,” he whispers with a shudder as he stills his body and presses his forehead to mine.
My heart bursts with how intentional and passionate this was. Even though I know we have so much sexual attraction between us, he allowed us to go slow and take our time, doing exactly what he promised.
He made love to me.