Finding Kyle(39)

And then, finally, Jane pushes a hand in between our bodies and wraps those delicate fingers around my dick. I groan with immediate satisfaction followed by anticipation of what’s to come. Or maybe it’s misery because it’s painful not being inside her.

Just when I’m at the point of begging Jane to finish me off, she rears upward, tossing back her glorious bounty of golden hair. Her eyes are still clouded with lust as she looks down at me, one hand squeezing my dick. My breath freezes in my lungs as she lifts up slightly to position herself over me.

And without giving pause or thought to her actions, while holding my eyes hostage upon her, she sinks slowly onto me. I watch, mesmerized, as I disappear into her inch by inch, and there’s something almost poetic about it. While it’s an erotic sight, it’s also beautiful to me.

And Jesus fuck… the feeling. It’s exquisite and torturous. I want to stop her. I want to propel her along.

When she bottoms out on me with a soft grunt of satisfaction, my hands go to her hips and I hold her firmly in place. Jane’s head tilts as she looks at me curiously, her lips tipping into a gentle smile.

“Go slow,” I tell her, because I don’t want to lose control. Jane has the power to make me go out of my mind with desire and need, and I don’t want to risk hurting her.

“Okay,” she whispers, rotating her hips a little. That little sensation is almost too much, so I bite down hard into my lower lip and loosen my grip so she can move some more.

I resolve to myself I won’t come until Jane does, and then after I come, I’ll make her come again. But I need her to ride me slowly because I need to savor every second of this. It may be my one and only time with Jane because I know my conscience will get the better of me come tomorrow morning.





CHAPTER 17




Jane


I stare down at Kyle, his jaw tight but his eyes burning as if possessed by a fever. His entire body is coiled with tension as I sit atop him.

Full of him.

So damn full of him, and it feels amazing.

I’m not the most experienced girl when it comes to this, but I’ve had a healthy sex life and I’m an adventurous spirit. Kyle commanded me on top, and I wasn’t about to back down from that challenge. But as I look down at him, I can see that yes… he’s coiled with sexual frustration and the need for release, but he’s also worried. I can see that clearly in his eyes, and I have to wonder why that is.

I mean, Kyle definitely knows his way around a woman’s body, but I also sense that he’s very lost right now and unsure of himself. Since I know that has nothing to do with sex since he’s quite good at it so far, that must mean it has to do with me. He must be worried for me, or afraid of me.

This makes me sad.

It also makes me determined.

When I feel Kyle’s grip relax against my hips, I press my hands to his stomach for leverage and push slowly upward to test his reaction. Kyle’s jaw goes tighter and his eyes burn hotter.

When I reach the end of his length, I sink back down onto him, relishing the glide of his shaft within me and the pleasure it produces. When I press my pelvis back against his, a tiny shudder courses through me. Kyle lets out a soft hiss of breath.

“Like that?” I ask him in a low murmur. He asked me to go slowly, so that’s what I’ll give him.

“Yeah,” he says in a hoarse voice. “Just like that.”

I nod and start to rise again, but I falter when he slides one hand from my hip to where we are joined together. I watch almost hypnotized as his hand splays and he touches his fingertips to my lower belly. He moves his thumb inward and presses it against my clit, causing a tremor to race through me. I watch and wait for him to do something, but he doesn’t.

My eyes slide to his, and he’s smiling at me in amusement. “Go on, Jane. Fuck me.”

I don’t question him, but my body immediately rises. Kyle’s hand moves with me so his thumb stays on my clit, and oh wow… oh, damn. I can feel the friction of his dick to my clit as Kyle presses down, and my eyes practically roll in my head. I lose track of what I’m doing, so infatuated with this new sensation that I start pushing down again before I get too far.

And oh my God… that feels even better.

“Kyle,” I whisper with my eyes squeezed shut as I bottom out on him again. “I can’t… when you do that… I can’t…”

“Can’t what?” he murmurs as his other hand, which is still on my hip, urges me upward again. My leg muscles cooperate and I glide up his shaft, but that pressure he keeps on my clit muddles my head. It’s intense and overwhelming, and I know it won’t take long for me to come.

My eyes fly open as I stare down at him. “I can’t concentrate.”

“Don’t want you to,” he says in a low voice. His hand on my hip guides me back down again. “I told you I want you to come on my dick, so that’s what you’re going to do. I’m just helping you along.”

Oh, God.

Those words.

Those dirty, filthy words that have never been spoken to me before by a man and which would normally cause my nose to crinkle in distaste. But coming from Kyle, in this moment, while he’s doing to me what he’s doing…

My blood is racing and my clit is actually pulsing with agonized pleasure as he holds his thumb there to keep the friction going with my movements.