Leaning in, I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing our chests flush together. His breath hitches when my nipples graze over him and then it’s game over. I’m crushed first into him and then against the wall.
His mouth lacks the self-control he’s shown throughout the rest of the night. He plunders, stealing my panted breath and drawing out whimpers at the same time as my knees weaken from the assault. Slowing only long enough to take my bottom lip between his teeth, he sinks in and then sucks the sting away. My whimper-turned-moan fills the room, and still I’m not embarrassed. I’m consumed with need. Wrenching my mouth from his, I gasp for air when he confirms I’ve met both of his expectations.
“Faith.” His voice is a rough patch against the silken slide of his fingers as two of them press into me.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” I barely breathe out.
His answering groan is driven into my breast as his mouth tightens over my nipple. He alternates between laving it with the tip his tongue and then biting it until I cry out. Pleasure floods to every nerve ending, and my clit throbs to the beat. I stretch my arms above my head and arch into his mouth, rounding my hips to meet him halfway. Kyle.
If he won’t give me what I want I’ll take it for myself. Reaching between us, I make quick work of his button fly. He doesn’t stop me, but he doesn’t help either, too intent on driving me crazy with his tongue and his hand. After a minute I manage to push both his jeans and boxers to the floor, his erection springing forward and bobbing with the weight of freedom. A natural inclination takes over and my hand gravitates to hold him, his pulse as heavy as mine. He groans when I squeeze the base and stroke his thick, long length. Taking extra care under and around the ridge, I apply pressure and pretend my hand is my mouth, before moving back down only to do it again and again.
“Fuck me, Faith.” He moans around my breast at the same time his fingers drive inside and curl into the sweet spot.
“Oh, Kyle. That’s what I’ve been talking about. Please . . .”
Lifting his head, our eyes connect, ice melting in the bright blue sky of a clear day. His breath pants in time to his fingers, tap, tap, tap. I can only whimper in response.
“I want to take my time and savor every moan and the soft grip of your pussy while I bury myself in you. But I have no patience right now. It’s going to be fast and hard, and when we’re done here, we’ll do it again, nice and slow.”
Using his whole mouth, lips, tongue and teeth, he kisses me breathless and then rips away.
The air is cool against my skin when his heat disappears. Bending for a condom in his pocket, he slides it in place. And then he’s back, and I’m trapped between his body and the wall. I can’t speak. The only thing I know is that I ache for him—I need him to fill the void that’s hollowed me out for so long.
My hips rock to relay the message my mouth can’t. Kyle responds by sliding his erection back and forth and bumping into my clit, teasing me with the short burst of pleasure at each pass. I try to smile at the absolute concentration drawing his brow down and thinning his lips, but I’m losing myself in him rather quickly.
“What are you thinking?” I breathe out.
A moan vibrates in his chest and then his mouth hovers over mine, not for a kiss, just waiting while he stares into my eyes. “Do you want to know everything?”
He grunts at the next sweep of his dick along my length.
“Yes. Everything.”
“That you’re the first woman I think I’ll lose my mind to. I want to drown in you, so the morning will never come. I’m thinking about all of the things I want to do to you with my hands, my tongue, my body, and where I want you. But this . . .” He presses against my entrance, opening my body to take him. “I want this to go on forever.”
Two things happen at once. I use his neck as leverage to hop up and wrap my legs around his waist. He drops his head onto my shoulder, to watch as he pushes forward, slipping in an inch at a time—slowly, deep, and we pulse together. I grip his hair and mewl as he stretches me open, so full, so good. Relief at having him inside of me sends a shiver up my spine, and a ripple wraps around him.
His mouth finds mine and we kiss, a long, wet mimicry of his retreat and slide back in until there’s nowhere left to go. My God. An animalistic need takes over and I rake my nails down his back. I want hard and fast; to hell with this slow rotation of his hips, once, twice, sinking deeper each time.
“Fuck me, Kyle.” Because I gave up on being embarrassed—I’m not holding back.
“God, yes.”
And so it begins. He pulls out almost all the way only to slam back in, over and over. Starting a brutal pace, he pounds me against the wall and I have nowhere to go, no choice but to take him in. Each stroke is deeper than the last and I feel him everywhere. I’m balanced perfectly between pleasure and pain. When I’m full, he exacts a sweet piercing pleasure and then I fear his withdrawal, missing the stretch until he’s back again. It’s a beautiful give and take.
I lose myself, demanding what I need to end with what I want. I want the moment where the world disappears and I feel nothing, nothing but intense pleasure, and I’m willing to do anything to get there. A wild abandon takes over, and I bite his shoulder until his growl vibrates against my chest. I pull his hair and guide his mouth to where I want it—everywhere. Lips, neck, nipples, I say it out loud and with my body. I won’t let him be gentle. Fuck gentle. I force a roughness from him, or maybe he gives it freely—either way, we’re there together.
Stepping from the wall, he has me flat on the kitchen table, my legs moved from around his waist to up on his shoulders. He bites and sucks a path along my pulse as it races up my leg. From the inside ankle to mid-thigh, he bends over me only to level his eyes to mine. His erection slides into a new depth. My mouth falls open on a gasp that sticks in my throat, only to slip out in jagged whispers with each thrust. He watches, as if captured by something more beautiful than the first snowfall of the year, more enthralled than he’d be if the stars came to life and Cassiopeia paid him a visit. It’s as if I’m the only thing in the world special enough to warrant all of his attention. No one else—nothing else matters.
I draw him down to lick and bite his lips, to break the intensity passing between us, but he just keeps going, pushing me into feeling.
When his teeth drag from my chin to the swell of my breast, I hope for a lasting remnant of our time together. A mark I’ll touch and remember what we shared. “Harder. I want to feel you tomorrow.”
Dipping into the curve of my neck he bites a piercing sting and the sensation flashes everywhere. It transitions to electricity traveling along my now hypersensitive skin. Reaching the hazy cloud of my thoughts it translates to life. A sweet blow in my clit hits at the same time as he pushes in. For the first time in forever I feel alive and present, but that’s not what I need. Fear grips me in a tight hold. No, no, no. I need numb.
I pick up his rhythm to find the elusive place where memories are banished and pleasure reigns.
The solid grip of his fingers on my ass is all I need to focus and forget. “Take me there, Kyle.” Our mouths reunite, rough, working into a storm waiting to pass. I take and take some more, selfish in pursuit of what I've been missing for so long. We learn the deepest recesses and softest curves of each other’s bodies until the once soft flutter grows.
My body takes over and I start to come. Arching off the table, the sweet sting of his teeth on my breast pushes me past the edge of reason and I feel life everywhere, the pulse of it unraveling with absolute freedom. Clenching around him, I hang on through the tremors that threaten to break down two years of barriers. Kyle, Kyle, Kyle—I chant in my head or out loud. I don’t know which.
“Faith. Ah, Faith, I’m coming with you,” he grunts. Falling into me, he thrusts twice, the second deeper than the first and he’s there. I can feel it, oh, I can feel him swell, and then release inside of me.