Tears filled with eyes.
“And you better never forget it either.”
My chin wobbled as a tear slipped free. “I won’t,” I whispered, choking back the full-blown sob climbing my throat. “Promise.”
“Good,” he whispered, dusting his lips against mine. “But just in case, I plan on reminding you every day for the rest of our lives.” He paused and pinched my chin between his thumb and index finger, looking me in the eyes. “Starting now.”
It was the last thing he said before slamming his lips down on mine.
Seventeen
Carissa
Cell phone in hand, I sat at the end of Kyle’s bed, my bare legs crossed one over the other, listening to the shower in the connected bathroom run.
Nervous energy rolled through me as I stared at the steam that spilled through the open door. Knowing Kyle was feet away, nude and covered in a mixture of water and soap wreaked havoc on my mind.
Every inch of my body screamed for me to get up and join him, but I couldn’t make myself do it, no matter how badly I wanted to. Inexperienced in all things sexual, including seduction, I didn’t have the slightest clue how I would approach such a situation.
Do I just climb in?
Do I need to ask him first?
What if he doesn’t want me in there?
So many stupid questions.
Zero answers.
Frustrated, I picked at a piece of lint stuck to the end of his comforter. A comforter, which, I might add, was super soft and smelled just like him, the man I was borderline obsessed with.
Borderline? More like—
My cell phone vibrated, cutting off my thoughts.
I glanced down to see a message from Shelby flashing across the screen.
Just left Hope’s house, she’d texted. Heidi is fine. She’s asleep next to Ashley in the spare bedroom.
I started to respond, but when she kept typing, I waited.
Have fun with the Hulk and remember to use protection, the second message said. Or don’t… That works too.
I rolled my eyes before replying. Night, Blondie. See you at work tomorrow.
A laughing emoji followed by a red heart was the last message she sent.
Assured Heidi was okay, I turned my phone on silent, twisted at the waist and tossed it toward the head of the bed. I gasped when I turned back around and saw Kyle standing just inside the bedroom, nothing but a dark chocolate-colored towel wrapped around his lean waist.
My breath swooshed right out of me.
I’d seen him shirtless before—many times—but nothing compared to the way he looked at that moment. His hair was still damp, thoroughly mussed from the towel he’d run through it, and beads of water still clung to his tanned skin, drawing attention to the hard muscles and deep valleys that lined his torso.
He looked mouth-watering.
I bit my lower lip to keep from drooling.
He said nothing as his soulful brown eyes raked over my face before sliding down my neck and to the oversized grey t-shirt that covered me. His stubble-covered jaw ticked as he stared at the soft material, possession brewing in his eyes.
“What are you wearing?”
My skin heated beneath his stare. Dropping my gaze to my hands, I picked at the chipped blue polish coating my nails. “Your shirt,” I replied, my voice a whisper. “My dress was wet, and I needed something to wear, so I grabbed the first thing I found in your dresser.” I looked up, meeting his gaze. “I hope that’s okay.”
I waited for him to respond.
He didn’t.
Instead, he just stood there, a pained expression on his face.
Crap! Is he angry?
“I can take it off if you want. I didn’t mean—”
“Carissa,” he said, his voice so gravelly I hardly recognized it. “Stop talking and stand up.”
Unwilling to disobey him, I slid from the end of the bed and stood.
“Good girl,” he continued. “Now come here.”
There was no hesitation as I moved, my bare feet padding against the cold floor. I stopped in front of him, my body mere inches from his.
His eyes flared at my obedience.
I expected him to touch me, but he didn’t. Instead, he held the towel tighter and moved his lips closer to mine. The heated moisture rolling off his skin bled through the thin cotton covering my chest, bathing me in his warmth. “I like my shirt covering your skin, but I’ll like it more pooled at your feet.”
My eyes widened.
“Take it off.” His minty breath wafted over my face.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t think.
Could hardly breathe.
Kyle smiled. Lifting a single hand, he traced his fingertip down the side of my face and across my bottom lip. “Take it off and show me what’s mine.”
Though his voice was demanding, the emotion in his eyes was anything but.
It was obvious he craved to see the parts of me I’d kept hidden, desired to explore my quivering flesh with his hands—maybe even his tongue—but the fact that the ball was in my court was clear. Kyle may have ordered me to undress, but the choice to obey was mine.
If I said no, he would understand.
If I wasn’t ready, he wouldn’t push.
Of those two things, I was confident.
Eyes locked on his, I pinched the hem of his shirt between my fingers. My movements were absent of hesitation as I lifted the material, revealing my creamy skin, inch by tantalizing inch. His breath hitched when his shirt slid over my hips revealing the apex of my thighs.
Along with my sodden dress and bra, my panties were long gone, discarded in the corner of the room. I’d known this moment was coming—I’d hoped—and I’d prepared.
The less I wore, the less that needed to be removed.
I pulled the shirt over my ribcage, revealing the swell of my breasts, then my nipples. My eyes slid closed as I tugged the shirt over my head and slipped it off my arms, letting it flutter to the floor.
The vow he made that fateful night, and the unbreakable bond we’d formed since had all been leading up to this moment; one which would cement our relationship, change the course of our lives, and seal our fates. Forever.
Standing before him, my body was bare.
My soul was wide open.
And my heart? It was his to take.
Eyes sliding open, I looked up at him as my heart beat wildly. “Don’t make me wait,” I whispered, feeling my hands shake. “It’s been long enough.” I felt bold, empowered, as I took his free hand with my own and rested it on my curved hip. “Please, Kyle,” I begged, “touch me.”
He didn’t hesitate.
The towel he wore dropped to the ground when he released it and pulled me into his arms. Lost in his eyes, I didn’t look down. Part of me was scared too, while the other part didn’t want to miss the emotion that flashed across his face, giving me a glimpse of the feelings that brewed inside him.
Arms wrapped around me, he swiveled us around and pushed my back against the wall. His hands went to my waist and his granite abs pressed into my chest, caging my body in, and leaving me no room for escape.
Vulnerability laced with consuming desire crept in.
Removing his hands from my hips, he cupped my face. The expression he wore reminded me of a predator, but the way he touched me was soft. Gentle. “Tell me if you don’t want this,” he said, his voice even deeper than before. “Doesn’t matter how badly I want you, Princess, I won’t ever touch you without your consent.”
The honesty lining his words was my undoing.
“Touch me,” I whispered in reply, digging my nails into shoulders. “I’m yours.”
His waning control snapped.
One hand went to my throat while the other sunk into my hair. Wrapping my blonde locks around his fist, he jerked my head back and slammed his mouth down on mine. My lips opened on a gasp, and his tongue darted inside, meeting my own.
I melted.
My
arms went around his neck; my legs shook.
He pulled back and sunk his teeth into my lower lip, biting into my flesh. It stung but the small bite of pain was mixed with pleasure, something I’d never known was possible before him.
Kyle pulled back, dropping his hands from my body.
I whined in protest.
“I can’t wait,” he growled, kneeling down. “It’s been long enough.”
Before I could ask him what he meant, he hooked my right leg over his shoulder. “Lean back against the wall.” The demand in his voice was sharp, leaving no room for a challenge. Not that I would’ve argued to begin with.
I leaned back, and he lifted me onto his shoulders, draping my other leg opposite the first. I cried out in shock as he stood, pushing me up the wall. My fingers found his hair; I gripped the locks for dear life as he held me, his face inches from my center.
“Oh my”—I panted—“God!”
Kyle turned his head, dusting his lips against the inside of my thigh. First one, then the other. “When you come, Carissa”—he wrapped his arms around my legs, holding me tight—“it better be my name you scream. Not God’s.”
With no warning, Kyle pressed his opened mouth between my legs and slipped his tongue between my folds. I screamed, my back arching. Ecstasy consumed me, threatening to tear me apart at the seams.
His tongue traced my slit, tasting every inch of me.
Pleasure nipped at my nerves; the world faded away.
I yanked on his head, pulling him closer.
In response, he growled low in this throat as his fingers dug into my thighs.
Pants and screams—are those from me?—filled the room, echoing off the walls.
Kyle’s tongue dipped the barest inch inside me, and my vision wavered. Pressure built, taking me to a place I’d never been before. I gasped, panted, then screamed. Loud. “Kyle!”
His name on my lips only spurred him on.
His licks came faster… his soft nibbles harder.
My thighs tightened, and my toes curled as I dug my fingers into his scalp, latching onto him for dear life. I rocked against him as much as I could, determined to reach the explosion my body was hurdling toward.
I screamed out in desperation. “Kyle,” I begged, squeezing harder, undulating my hips faster. “Please—”
My words died on my lips when he sucked my clit into his mouth, then flicked it with his tongue.
Like a taut wire pulled too tight, the band in my lower belly snapped.
My head fell back against the wall, my neck arched, and the world around me exploded. “Kyle!”
A myriad of colors flashed behind my eyelids and I swear my soul leaped right of my body. Higher and higher I flew, bliss overwhelming me. Heart beating erratically, I panted for breath, riding the wave that consumed me.
It peaked, then waned.
I rode it all the way down, holding onto until the last drop of pleasure fled my body, leaving numbness in its wake.
My eyes slid closed.
Head leaned against the wall, I released my hold on Kyle’s hair, my arms fell to my sides. Exhaustion set in and I felt myself begin to slip away, something the man who still held me on his shoulders wouldn’t allow.
My eyes fluttered open when my body slid down the front of his.
The moment my feet touched the floor he scooped me until his arms and headed for the bed. He pressed a kiss to my cheek; his lips still covered in me, and whispered, “Not done with you yet, Princess.” His voice was filled with desperate need. “I’m just getting started.”
Eighteen
Kyle
Carissa laid on my bed, her hair fanning across my comforter.
Legs spread wide, her chest heaved with the force of her breaths, swaying her heavy tits. My mouth watered to taste them, and my teeth ached to bite them, leaving my mark where no other man would ever see it.
Primal urges, one after the other, plagued me, pushing me to claim what I’d considered mine since the moment we met. They ate away at my resolve, demanding I slide my cock inside her, filling her virgin pussy with every inch of me. I wanted to feel her wrapped around me, her silky flesh covering mine as I came, accepting every drop I had to give.
I trailed my hands up her sides, cupping her breasts. Her lips parted when my thumbs slid over her pebbled nipples. Unable to resist tasting her perfect mouth, I leaned over her and took her lips with mine.
She mewled beneath me; withering in response when I dipped my tongue inside, tasting the sweetness only I would ever know.
I pulled back, and she whimpered. “Kyle—”
I pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her protest. “Quiet.” Standing next to the bed, I gripped her hips and pulled her toward me. I hissed when she encircled my waist with her legs and elevated her hips, searching for the one thing I had no intention of giving her.
Not yet.
“Easy, Carissa.”
She whimpered again, raising her chest the slightest bit. Her rosy upturned nipples jutted out, acting as a beacon for my watering mouth and twitching hands.
“Is that what you want? My mouth on your pretty little tits?”
An unspoken plea danced in her eyes.
“Don’t worry, baby”—I leaned over her—“I’m about to give you what you want.”
I dipped my head, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. Her entire body jerked, and I growled around the peak, nipping it with my teeth. I lifted my hand, cupping her other breast, rolling the neglected nipple between my thumb and index finger.
Head thrashing back and forth, she moved beneath me.
“Kyle, please, I need—” She gasped when I bit down again. Then, “Oh—”
She lifted her hips more, bumping her slick pussy against my aching cock.
Raising up, I took hold of my cock. Beads of pre-come leaked from the engorged head as I met her gaze. “Carissa,” I hissed, “If you want me to make you come again, I need you to stay still. I’m hanging on by a damn thread here.”
She nodded, her face lined with concentration. “I’ll be still.”
Sweat dripped from my brow as I shifted forward, resting the head of my cock against her slit.
She grasped the comforter trying her damndest to remain still.
“Good girl,” I told her. “Good fucking girl.”
Holding my cock tight, I pinched her folds against me, surrounding myself in her dripping flesh. Unwilling to hold off any longer, I rocked forward, grazing her clit.
“Fuck me,” I said, repeating the motion again and again. “You’re perfect.”
“Kyle!” Carissa screamed, once again thrashing her head back and forth. “Please,” she begged, “I want you inside.”
Rocking faster, I ignored her plea.
I wanted nothing more than to pull back and shove my cock balls deep inside her, but that wasn’t an option. My control was shot to shit and taking her then would’ve made for a dirty, rough, and unrelenting fuck. There would be plenty of time for that in the future, but Carissa deserved better for her first time, and the best was all I intended to give her.
We would have to wait.
But for now, I damn sure intended to give us a taste.
“You want my cock, Princess?”
Lifting her head from the bed, my girl nodded.
I released her folds and tapped my heavy cock against her swollen clit making her scream. “I’ll give you a taste, sweet girl,” I whispered, pulling back, “but I won’t fuck you. Not tonight.”
Before she could protest, I pumped one hand up and down my shaft while using the other to press a finger against her entrance, dipping the barest inch inside. “Goddammit,” I cursed, feeling her tight sheath clamp down on me. Wanting to feel more of her, I slipped knuckle deep.
Carissa jerked, and I froze.
“You alright?”
She nodded, her heat-filled eyes locked on mine. Chest heaving, she moved the smallest bit, testing the feel. “Kyle, please I want”—her eyes
dropped to my cock—“you.”
“No.”
My answer was firm. Resolute.
She opened her mouth, no doubt to whine, but I put a stop to that shit quick.
I pulled out, added a second finger, then slipped back inside.
Mouth gaping, her half-lidded eyes lost concentration. A small moan escaped her lips. “You want more?”
Unable to speak, she nodded.
Releasing my cock, I placed my hand on her lower stomach, caressing her soft skin as I grappled with the urges that rode me, tempting me to take her fully and tear through what remained of her innocence. When I refused, a game of tug of war, push and pull, give and take began.
My body demanded I claim her.
My heart screamed for me to wait.
Eyes closed, Carissa’s fingers clutched the comforter again.
I trailed my fingers down her stomach and rested my thumb on her needy clit. Her eyes popped wide open. “You want this?” I asked, circling the swollen nub.
Her mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words.
“Tell me, Beautiful Girl.” I had to hear her voice. I wanted it, needed it, craved it. “Tell me, or I’ll stop.”
The threat was complete bullshit.
I would have done anything Carissa asked.
Anything except fuck her…
“Don’t—” she gasped as I applied more pressure “—stop.”
“I won’t.” I slid her legs onto my shoulders and canted her hips. Turning my head, I kissed her inner calf.
The base of my spine began to tingle, and I knew I wouldn’t last. My hand wasn’t even on my cock anymore, but I was ready to come. It was a first for me, proof of the power my girl held.
My stamina had never been an issue, but this was different.
So damn different.
After three never-ending years, I finally had my girl—mine—below me, her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy. I’d waited so long for this, for her, and I couldn’t hold off. Having the woman I was pretty damn sure I was in love with in my bed was my undoing.
Love…
Never in a million years did I think—
Carissa’s back bowed, and her pussy clamped down on my fingers, sucking me in with rigor. “Shit,” I mumbled, feeling my balls tighten in response. “Carissa, baby, you’ve gotta come for me.”
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