Page 91 of Just for Fun
His words don’t register at first. But then, I feel him probing at my entrance. Without thinking, I press myself back against him, willing him to push all the way in and take all of me at once.
“Please, Kyle,” I beg when he takes his time with it.
With an abrupt move, he wraps my hair into his fist and pulls me up and against his chest. He breathes hard against my neck and up to my ear.
“You begging makes me so hard…”
His free hand goes in between my legs, with the tip of his fingers rubbing furiously against my clit at the same time that he finally thrusts hard into me. The hand in my hair gets tighter, and he forces my head to the side until he can see my face.
There are so many things happening to me at the same time. Forcing his mouth onto mine, he assaults it with his tongue without any warning. His hips thrust into me, each move more forceful than the one before. The fingers on my clit rub faster, assaulting my sense with each pass.
“Kyle,” I moan into his mouth.
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he continues torturing my body in the best of ways. This is the wildest we’ve gotten so far, and I am loving every second. The more he does it to me, the less I want it to end.
“Fuck!” He pushes my head away. This time, when I land with my hands against the couch, he rests his chest over my back, continuing to thrust into me. His moves are now more erratic now, like he is about to lose control over his body.
“Kyle, I…”
I have no idea what I want to say. What I do know is that I explode on the inside into millions of tiny little pieces. The world stops spinning, leaving me suspended over this couch, with Kyle still pushing into me like both of our lives depend on it.
It could be minutes, it could be hours, hard to tell, but at some point he jerks forcefully a couple of times while moaning loudly against the skin of my back.
I wait him out until he stops moving, and that’s when I feel my knees buckling under me. Turning to the side, I jump when he sleeps from inside of me, and I crash into the couch on my stomach. Kyle doesn’t waste any time following me there. He curves his body around mine and wraps an arm around my waist.
“Let’s close our eyes for a minute,” he murmurs in my hair.
That’s a really bad idea, but I don’t have the energy to argue. Instead, I squirm around until my hips are resting happily against Kyle. As a last thought, I grab the blanket I dropped on the floor earlier, and pull it over us. It’s nice and warm, and it feels good.
It’s only for a minute.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Kyle
“Oh my God!We’re going to be late!” Zara’s shriek echoes throughout the house, making me chuckle.
“It’s fine,” I reassure her for what feels like the hundredth time. “There will be so many people there, no one will notice us being late.”
She comes out of her bedroom, marching like she is going to battle. The dress she has on looks funny, but I can’t put my finger on it. That’s until she stops in front of me and turns around.
“I need help with the zipper.”
The opening in the back shows this expanse of her back that only makes me want to get her naked again. I slide my hands inside and touch her soft skin, loving the way she shudders in delight when I do so.
“We don’t have time for any of this, Kyle,” she murmurs. Her words may say no, but her actions imply the opposite when she leans back against me.
I press a kiss to the side of her head. “There’s always time for this, baby.”
“What time is it?”
Since my hands are busy on her body, and I don’t want to remove them, I have to guess.
“A little after twelve,” I guess.
Her entire body stiffens up. She stares at me over her shoulder, looking like she is about to slap me in the next two point one seconds.
“Zip. Me. Up,” she says through clenched teeth.
