Finding Kyle(38)

And fuck… just…

“Goddamn… you’re perfect,” I mutter as I squeeze the flesh and her hands fall away. My thumbs graze over her nipples, and Jane’s head falls back as she moans in pleasure.

Apparently, my dick wasn’t as hard as it could get, because that moan right there slams into me with brutal force, making me swell so painfully hard I have to drop a hand and tear at the fly to release the remaining buttons to give me relief.

As soon as my dick springs free, I slip a hand to the back of Jane’s head, the other moving from her breast to her lower back, and I pull her back to my mouth. I want to kiss her again, because it’s Jane. She’s not a woman who I ever want to face away from me.

Our mouths connect, teeth gnash, and our naked torsos press into each other. We kiss like savages, locked tightly against one another. I can feel her nipples pebbled hard against my chest, and my cock jumps as it’s pressed into her belly. I can feel my pre-cum wetting her soft skin, and there’s a very real possibility I might just spontaneously explode.

Needing a tiny bit of space so I can slow this down… so I can savor this a bit more, I pull my mouth away from Jane’s and push her gently away from me. Her eyes open slowly and are glazed and feverish looking. Her lips are wet and swollen, and, fuck, I want them wrapped around my dick, but that’s going to have to be later. I’d never survive her blowing me.

“Lay back,” I order her gruffly, placing a palm in the center of her chest.

“Okay,” she whispers in acceptance, letting her body drop gracefully back down to the mattress.

I scramble off the bed and remove my jeans, followed by a quick grab of a condom out of my wallet. I throw that on the bed and then look back to Jane, who is sadly wearing far too many clothes still.

My palms go to the mattress and I bend over her, placing a tiny kiss to her stomach. Her muscles clench in response. I look up briefly to find her head tilted back and her eyes closed. Without ever taking my gaze off her, I close my lips over her nipple and have to suppress a grin as her eyes shoot open. She groans, and I give a swift, hard suck followed by a gentle lick.

Jane’s hands fly to my head, almost as if she has no control, and she holds me to her breast.

“Just like that,” she murmurs.

So I let my tongue, teeth, and lips explore the soft skin of her tits and the hard pebbled nipples that are balled tight in pleasure. Jane clasps my head, unwilling to let me go. She moans and writhes under me, but I find myself wanting more from her.

My hand slides down her belly. I feel her muscles once again leap and bunch under my touch. When my fingers hit the waistband of her shorts, Jane’s body goes utterly still with anticipation. I lift my head up to look at her and find her watching me intently. I don’t let my eyes drop, but hold her pinned while my fingers work at her button, then her zipper. I stare into those emerald orbs that are blazing with desire and slip my fingers into her panties.

Our gazes stay locked as the pads of my fingers skim through her hair before dragging lightly through her folds. Jane sucks in a breath and holds it deep, never once letting her eyes drop as she waits to see what I’ll do. When I circle just the tip of my index finger on her clit, her hips shoot off the bed and her neck arches. She cries out, and that is just the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I want to see it again.

All of it.

“Help me get your shorts off,” I order her as I start to pull the material down, along with her panties. She works one side while I get the other, and soon, I’m tossing the last of her clothing to the floor. I take a moment to let my eyes glide down her perfect body as I press my hand between her legs. I tilt my head to look at Jane, and I see she’s watching me with dark eyes. I slip my middle finger into her, and I love the way her greedy hips arch into my touch.

I love it so fucking much that I could do this all damn night with her.

So I continue to use my fingers against her. In her. On her. She writhes and moans and her hand eventually wraps around my wrist to try to make me go faster. I indulge in her whims. Within seconds, she’s starting to crest. I take her right to the apex, but before she can fall, I pull my hand away from her.

Jane’s eyes shoot open, and she looks at me with utter need. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because I want you to come on my dick and not my fingers the first time,” I tell her, my hand nabbing the condom from the mattress beside us.

Jane groans in response. I smile as I know that turned her on, but fuck if it wasn’t the truth. I want to be inside her when she comes that first time.

I roll to my side, getting the wrapper opened with practiced fingers because I’ve used a lot of condoms in the last several years. I fucked a lot, but I always wrapped my shit tight.

After I get the latex rolled on, I turn back into Jane, wrapping an arm around her waist. I pull her in close to me and graze my lips against hers. I’m a selfish fuck, but there’s a very real possibility that this is indeed a one-time only event, and I want to preserve the best possible memory for myself to look back on. More importantly, I don’t want to risk the possibility I’d lose control and hurt her, so I roll to my back, pulling Jane with me.

She settles into my body almost as if by designed purpose, her pelvis coming right over my cock to gyrate against it. My hands go to her ass, and I urge her movements along. Jane and I kiss like starved beings, moaning in pleasure and unfulfilled need. I skim my hands over every square inch of her body I can touch. She rotates her hips, rubbing against me, driving me mad with the need to come.