“What?”
“Just do it.”
He obeys, showing his bare back to me. Like before, the wounds and bruises that have barely healed fill me with horror and guilt and this time, I decide to atone for them.
I press a kiss to one of the bruises than to another. Then I brush my lips across the biggest cut I can find. Kyle jerks in response, then shivers.
“Clarissa,” he gasps.
I continue, kissing, licking, worshipping every inch of damaged skin I can find and Kyle continues to shiver even as his skin becomes coated in a layer of sweat, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
But he’s not the only one who’s struggling to breathe. My own lungs seem deprived of air, my own heart pounding wildly and out of control.
Suddenly, Kyle turns around and pins my shoulders down on the bed, the heat in his gaze taking what breath I have away.
As he plants a kiss on my neck,
he unhooks my bra, tossing it aside, then his mouth slides lower, his lips capturing one of my nipples.
I let out a loud gasp, pulling on the sheets beneath me.
He sucks on my breast, his tongue circling and rubbing against the engorged peak. Then he moves to the other, lavishing it with the same attention that leaves me speechless and breathless.
He moves lower still, planting a kiss on my bellybutton before pulling the waistbands of my pants and my underwear, both at the same time. Then just as I lift my head to see what he’s planning on doing, he lowers his between my legs, his tongue flicking forward for a taste of me with his eyes still holding mine.
My eyes fall shut, my head crashing down on the pillow.
My thighs quiver and he grips them, spreading them so that his tongue can slip in. When it does, a moan escapes my lips, my hands clutching at his golden hair as my hips rise off the bed.
“Fuck!”
His tongue delves deeper, slithering, twitching and my body quakes in response, on the brink of exploding, shattering.
Heat swirls in my belly and in my breasts, spreading everywhere, leaking out of me, its scent filling the air. My toes curl and dig into the sheets as my nails rake his scalp.
I’m losing control again, except this time, it feels good.
Heck, it feels amazing.
Just before I snap, though, Kyle stops, lifting his head and licking his lips as he stares into my half-lidded eyes.
Standing over the bed, he takes off his pants and his briefs, his cock springing free, the thick shaft with its glistening head pointing upwards. He’s glorious and I wonder that I never knew this fact until now.
My eyes grow wide even as my mouth waters, but Kyle gives me no time to wallow in admiration. Climbing back on the bed, he hovers above me, hands on either side of my head, eyes glazed with lust and brimming with love staring me down.
I reach up to wrap my hands behind his neck, bringing his head down so I can whisper into his ear as he takes me.
“I’m all yours.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
~ Kyle
I GRIP CLARISSA’S THIGHS as I settle between them, holding her gaze as I push forward, my breath catching as the tip of my cock catches on folds of wet skin.
Holding my breath, I enter her slowly, the exquisite feeling of her skin rubbing against mine, of her body swallowing me in liquid heat making me nearly come then and there.
Nearly.