by L. A. Casey
He let go of his buckle and placed his hands on either side of my face, grinning down at me. With a surge of bravery, I opened Kale’s belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I lowered his zip and then tugged on his jeans until they fell to the floor. I gasped when I found he was going commando, and saw the really impressive body part that had had me wondering for years.
It measured up to my expectations.
Trust me.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Kale huskily chuckled as he moved his hand to my hair and scraped his nails against my scalp. The sensation prompted me to angle my mouth towards him, but he quickly stopped me by pulling his hips back.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, frowning up at him.
Kale stepped closer to me. “I want your mouth on me more than anything, but just not now. I don’t have enough control.”
I realised what he meant, and my cheeks flooded with heat.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over my cheek.
Confidence filled me, but nervousness took over once more when Kale leaned me back onto the bed and said, “I want to make this good for you.”
I hesitated, confused. “I don’t understand.”
He lifted my legs and rid me of my heels.
“Kale,” I pressed. “What do you mean, you want to make it good for me?”
He moved from my legs to my skirt, and I watched with wide eyes as he unbuttoned it and hooked his fingers through the belt holes. He pulled, and without thinking I arched my back and lifted my behind from the mattress so the fabric could freely slide down my legs.
Suddenly, Kale was on his knees, his hands on my spread thighs. It took me a second, but when I knew what he wanted to do, shock filled me.
I gasped. “You can’t!”
He devilishly smirked. “I plan to.”
The pulse that was slow and steady between my thighs came to life with a vengeance at the thought of what Kale planned to do to me . . . there.
“Kale,” I whispered.
“Hmmm?”
“Can you kiss me first?” I swallowed. “Before, you know, you do that.”
I hesitantly looked at him to gauge his reaction, and when I saw the swirl of lust and desire in his hazel eyes, I gasped. His touch was like fire as he moved up my body and brought his face to mine.
“I’ve wanted to hear you ask me that for months,” he murmured.
I blinked. “You have?”
He nodded. “Say it again, but this time tell me to.”
My heart hammered against my chest.
“Kiss me, Kale,” I breathed. “Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
His lips touched mine, and magic happened.
After all the years I’d spent admiring Kale, I thought I knew all there was to know about his lips, but nothing I imagined about kissing them came close to the real thing. Goosebumps broke out over my skin as a shiver raced up and down my spine, before it was quickly replaced with warmth that spread throughout my body.
He tasted of whisky, and I knew I would never be able to separate him from that taste and scent. It was purely him.
I parted my lips when Kale’s tongue flicked against them, asking for entry. The wicked pulse between my thighs throbbed with every thrust of his tongue against my own. I mimicked his actions, and we quickly fell into a rhythm of kissing one another with a hunger that meant more than our next breath.
His mouth was warm, and the caress of his lips was softer than I could have ever imagined. I opened my mouth with a low moan as Kale imprinted himself on my lips.
The kisses obliterated every thought.
I greedily sucked air into my lungs when his lips left mine minutes later. He pressed his forehead to mine, and with his own chest rapidly rising and falling, he inhaled and hummed low in his throat.
“I knew it’d be like this,” he breathed. “I knew we’d be like fire together.”
The need I felt for him consumed me.
“Kale, please,” I pleaded. “Touch me.”
He made a sound close to a growl when he lowered his face and nuzzled my neck. I swallowed as he kissed his way down my body, stopping at my lower abdomen when I gasped.
He lazily grinned up at me. “You’ll love it, darling, I promise.”
I didn’t doubt that, but what if he didn’t love it.
“What if you don’t like . . . because you’ll taste . . . oh, God.”
I flung my hands over my face when Kale started to laugh.
“Laney Baby, your innocence is killing me.”
Yeah, well, mortification was killing me.
“Just let me die here and – Kale!”
I dropped my hands from my face to the sides of my body and fisted the bed sheets around me as pure pleasurable sensation attacked my core in the form of a wicked tongue. I wasn’t new to the sensation I was experiencing – I had pleasured myself on many occasions – but my fingers were no match for Kale’s tongue.
“Oh, God!” I groaned, and bit down on my lower lip.
I lifted my head and looked down at Kale, who was kissing and licking me through the thin material of my lace underwear. The sight was just as good as the sensation, if not better.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him, but the moment he pushed the material of my underwear to the side and put his mouth on me bare, I was forced to. My eyes rolled back as my head fell against the mattress underneath me. I heard the cries, pleas, and moans echo throughout the room, but I was so twisted up in what Kale’s mouth was doing to me that it took me a few minutes to realise the sounds were coming from me.
“Lane,” Kale growled against me, “you taste like heaven.”
He sucked my clit into his mouth and rubbed his lips back and forth over the bundle of nerves until I was putty in his very capable hands.
“Oh, God,” I cried out. “Kale, please.”
He moved his arms under my thighs and slid them around to my hips where they met above my lower abdomen. He locked his hands together and held me in place and full-on assaulted me with his tongue. I screamed as the feeling suddenly became too much. I found that my hips were involuntarily bucking into Kale’s face while the rest of my body was trying to scramble away from him.
“Too mu-much!” I pleaded.
Kale didn’t let up, and if possible he sucked harder, causing my back to arch off the bed as white spots dotted my vision. I momentarily stopped breathing as a wave of pure ecstasy slammed into my body in the form of delicious pulses that throbbed between my thighs.
This only lasted ten or so seconds, but for that short amount of time I was in complete bliss.
I blinked my eyes open when I felt the mattress dip, and watched as Kale climbed onto the bed and hovered over me. He grinned down at me and lowered his head to mine.
“I want you for breakfast every day.”
I felt my face flush with heat, and it seemed a little juvenile to be embarrassed considering the orgasm he’d just given me, but I couldn’t help the colour that stained my cheeks.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my body trembling. “Having the same thing to eat every day can get boring.”
“Not this chosen meal,” Kale growled, and covered my mouth with his.
I was very aware of where his mouth had just been, and tasting myself on his lips and tongue was so erotic that the aching pulse between my thighs that Kale had soothed came back with a bang.
“Kale,” I groaned into his mouth.
He hummed back in response before detaching his lips from mine and nudging me into an upright position. I was momentarily confused about what he was doing until he lifted my arms and the fabric of my crop top slid over my head, causing me to gasp with surprise.
Kale chuckled as he reached around and unclipped my bra. The straps fell down my arms, and my breasts were exposed when he tugged the material away from me completely. I was bare in both flesh and heart.
Breathe, just breathe, my mind soothed. You want this. No, you need this.
“Lane,” he murmured.
I swallowed and looked up at him.
“I can’t tell what is real and what’s not right now,” he breathed. “So tell me now loud and clear if you don’t want this.”
My heart almost burst with love for him; his consideration for me meant everything.
“I want this,” I assured him. “Trust me.”
“My Lane,” he whispered as he rubbed his nose against mine.
I could smell the whisky on his breath, and the urge for me to taste his lips again consumed me. I reached up and gripped onto his biceps. “Please, don’t stop.”
Kale looked down at me, his eyes clouded with lust. “Is this real?” he whispered, and lifted his hand. He touched my cheek with his index finger to make sure I was really there with him. I nodded as my eyes welled up with tears. “Yeah, pup. It’s real.”
He began to tremble. “Is . . . is this okay with you?” he asked, and shakily pressed himself between my legs.
I began to tremble too, but with anticipation.
“Yes,” I whispered and opened my legs wider. “This . . . this is what I want. You are what I want, what I’ve always wanted.”
I couldn’t believe I’d admitted that out loud.
“Lane,” he whispered again, and leaned his face down to mine. “Can I have you?”
My heart warmed, and my stomach exploded into a mess of fluttering butterflies. “All of me,” I murmured. “You have all of me.”
You always have, a voice in my head whispered.
With a groan, Kale ran his fingers down my slit until he felt how ready I was for him, and then he lined himself up with my entrance, and just before he thrust forward, he whispered, “I’m sorry.”
I didn’t know what he was apologising for until I felt a sharp pain tear through me as he embedded himself within my body. I gasped, squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my hands into fists. I tried to breathe through the sudden hurt, but I wasn’t expecting it to sting as much as it did.
“Jesus Christ,” Kale breathed and leaned his face down to mine. He let his lips hover above my mouth for a few seconds before I gently pressed against them. I parted my lips and nervously slid my tongue into Kale’s mouth, tangling it with his. This was the first time I had initiated a kiss with him, and I was so worried I would mess it up, but thankfully he took control of it, and I quite happily followed his lead.
I was thankful for the kiss because it distracted me from the pain between my legs, which stung with Kale’s every thrust. I was about to throw in the towel, when I suddenly groaned into his mouth and the sting began to lessen, and the aching pulse from before began to take over my senses.
Yes, I thought as the pain I felt faded away and pleasure mounted.
I moved my mouth in sync with Kale’s and ground my pelvis upward when the kiss, and friction of Kale’s thrust, caused the growing throb between my legs to intensify.
I locked my ankles around the back of his knees, and gripped onto his shoulders as he put some of his weight down on me. He removed his mouth from mine and brought his lips to my jaw, where he trailed kisses down my jawline and onto my neck.
“You feel . . . Fuck.”
He sounded like he was in bliss.
I wanted to reply, but I was ticklish and he was breathing on and kissing my neck, so I was squeamishly trying to pull away from his lips as they pressed against my skin. I was about to tell him to stop, but what left my mouth was a loud groan. He sucked on my neck harder, and the sensation caused my back to arch and goosebumps to break out over my body.
“Oh, God,” I panted, and rolled my eyes shut as an orgasm consumed me and slammed into my body like a train. I felt my eyes roll back as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over me until I was nothing but sensation.
Kale growled against my neck when I came down from my high, and then pulled up off me. “Lane . . . I can’t wait.”
I opened my eyes and I saw him. All of him. And I loved what and who I saw.
“So don’t,” I urged him.
His gaze locked on me, and there was something different about it. I felt incredibly beautiful in that moment and knew I would remember for the rest of my life the look of need in Kale’s eyes for me.
Not want. Need.
“I don’t have a condom, but I’ll pull out. I promise.”
A condom. I didn’t even think about a condom. My mother’s “talk” last year reflected in my mind. She made me swear never to have intercourse without protection, but Kale’s promise was protection enough for me. I trusted him in every way possible.
“I trust you.”
Kale shuddered. “I – God, I’ve wanted this for so long with you.”
He had? My eyes bugged out of my head, but I managed to keep my cool.
“Me too,” I replied, my heart going into overdrive against my chest. “I’ve always wanted you.”
Kale closed his eyes and hummed in response. I gasped as he pulled out of me and used the head of his length to rub over my pulsing bundle of nerves. I was about to ask him to do it again, but he seemed to know what I wanted, because he did it without direction.
I groaned.
Kale watched me for a moment, then dipped back inside me. He leaned his head down to mine and covered my mouth with his. He kissed me long and deep, and just as I fell into his kiss, he pulled out of me and thrust back just as fast.
“Oh!” I moaned.
Kale growled and thrust into me harder, heightening the pleasure and the volume of my moaning. The soothing pleasure turned to heated magic. My entire body was alive and singing with delight.
“Lane,” Kale almost roared. “I’m sorry. I can’t hold back – you feel too good.”
I wrapped my arms around him. “It’s okay.”
A few rapid thrusts later and Kale pulled out of my body, groaning out loud as spurts of hot liquid jetted onto the sheet next to me. When he finished his release, he stared down at himself for a few moments before he collapsed on top of me. His weight wasn’t crushing; I could still breathe, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. I didn’t care, though. This was my version of heaven, and I didn’t want anything about it to ever change.
I remained under Kale for a few minutes until his weight started to hurt.
“Kale,” I murmured.
Silence.
I frowned. “Kale?”
Again, silence.
I grunted. “Kale?”
I gasped when a snore responded to my calls.
He couldn’t be. There was no way he was asleep, he was still on top of me, for God’s sake! “Kale Hunt,” I rumbled, my patience wearing thin, “you better answer me.”
He groaned against my chest, then rolled off me. I looked to my left and found him on his back, out cold. I gawked at him, not understanding how he could fall asleep so quickly.
He was still naked as the day he was born! I was too, and I was sporting the evidence of Kale’s release on my body. I looked over at him and found that he was too. When he fell forward onto me, his leg hung off me for a moment and pressed against the sheet he’d ruined, rubbing the aftermath of our lovemaking onto his skin before he transferred it to mine.
Even though it was only a little bit on us both, I grimaced.
I wasn’t a prude. The idea of a man’s come didn’t bother me, so Kale’s come definitely wouldn’t, but never mind that he was the love of my life, I was not leaving it on my skin, or his, any longer than need be. I stood up from the bed and scurried over to the open door that led to a nicely decorated en suite. I gathered some tissues, soaked them with water and washed down my thigh as well as gently cleansing between my legs.
I was a little startled to see blood on the tissue as I was cleaning myself up, but I reminded myself that bleeding was normal after having sex for the first time. It wasn’t much anyway, so I wasn’t concerned in the slightest. After I finished cleanin
g myself up, I gathered some wet and dry tissues and, back in the bedroom, did the same for Kale, who didn’t move a muscle.
He was snoring his head off, and I didn’t know why, but I was a little bit angry with him. I hadn’t known what to expect from Kale when I bumped into him earlier, but ending up in a bedroom, admitting we liked one another and having sex with him definitely was not it. However, I had hoped we would stay awake and talk and cuddle afterwards. Him falling straight to sleep was not on the agenda, not for me anyway.
When I got him all cleaned up, I quickly got under the covers of the bed and pulled them over him to keep him warm. When I was settled next to him, I lay on my side, still and quiet for what must have been an hour or even two, just simply staring at him in awe.
I couldn’t believe I finally had what I’d wanted my whole life.
My Kale.
I had him, and for the life of me, I never wanted to let him go. I scooted closer to him, careful not to wake him up. I hesitated for a moment but decided to put my nerves aside and lie on his chest.
With an enormous smile on my face, I closed my eyes, blocked out the sound of the party downstairs and focused on Kale’s breathing. Oddly, his snores helped lull me into a relaxed state, and not long after, I fell into darkness, with a full and happy heart.
I never wanted this moment to end.
I blinked my eyes open when I heard a door slam, and then flinched when shouting voices followed loud laughter. It was dark, and for a fleeting moment I had no idea where I was, until I looked down to my left.
Kale.
Visions of kissing him, touching him and making love to him came tumbling back to me and put an instant smile on my face. I relaxed next to him and found he was on his side facing me. I simply gazed at the perfection that was before me. It wasn’t a dream. I’d really had sex and slept in a bed with Kale.
Oh, my God.
My heart was so happy I could have burst into song. My stomach was aflutter, and my body was shaking. Adrenaline was surging through my veins, and all because I woke up next to Kale. He gave me a high like none other, and I loved it. I loved him.
I looked past Kale’s body to the clock on the dressing table next to the bed and saw it was after five in the morning. I listened out for music but couldn’t hear it any more. I could hear distant laughter and voices, though, which told me the party was still going strong.
