Chapter 8: Kyle
I got out of the car feeling light-headed. Everything felt weird, as if this was a movie and not possibly the life of Kyle Beckham. I waited for Bethany to join me. She slid out of the car and I locked the door, taking her in my arms.
I shivered as her body pressed up against me. It felt so warm in my arms, and my loins ached as she pressed closer, her breasts flattening on my chest. I could smell the scent of roses and I buried my face in her hair. I felt good.
“Bethany,” I murmured.
She swiveled in my arms and I felt her face close to mine. Her lips caressed my own and I breathed out sharply as my tongue pressed in between hers.
They were soft and they gripped my tongue gently. I felt my entire body shiver as I held her close. My thighs ached, and I knew that had a massive erection.
She moaned as I moved back, and I sighed, gripping her against me. I looked down into those big brown eyes.
“You’re sure?” I whispered.
She grinned. “Yes.”
I smiled, feeling that grin fizzle up in my veins and rush to my head, dizzying me. I squeezed her tight against me, moving my hand lower so that it just brushed her firm round backside.
I shivered in pleasure and stroked it, and she giggled against my chest and drew me closer in her arms.
“Shall we go inside now?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
I reached out and took her hand, still trapped in that weird movie-like feeling. I felt the warmth of her hand slide into mine and I pressed it in mine.
She squeezed my hand and together we ascended the stairs. At the door, I stopped.
“Keys,” I whispered as she put a hand on my arm, looking up at me inquiringly.
Where were they? I felt in my pockets, patting them and shaking my head. I could have sworn I put them in my trouser pocket! I slid my hand in, narrowly avoiding the proof of my arousal, and found them. Whew.
“Here we are.”
She giggled breathlessly and I giggled too. I felt happy and excited. I slipped the key into the lock and turned it. Bethany frowned at me.
“Here we are,” I nodded. I opened the door. She followed me in.
In the hallway I drew her to me again. I could hear our footsteps echoing as we crossed the stone of the entranceway. I could feel the warmth of her body molded to my side. I tried to focus on what I was doing, but the scent and sight of her was distracting me.
I stroked her body. My hands clutched her breasts and she gasped as I worked them through the fabric. I couldn’t believe that I was holding her against me, touching her like this! I had been sitting opposite her at dinner a few days ago, wishing that this could happen.
Now here she was in my apartment building, her hard butt and soft body in my arms.
“Oh,” she murmured. I stepped in and switched on the light. “This is nice.”
I felt a twinge of pride. My apartment was a beautiful thing. I couldn’t really take any credit—it had all been put together by the architect who created the whole block of flats, but it was stunning. All minimalist colors and lines, black, charcoal and off-white. I saw her looking around with wide eyes.
“Thanks,” I said shyly. “I’m glad you like it.”
“It’s stunning,” she said sincerely.
“Thanks,” I said again.
We were looking at each other, standing in the hallway. I hung up my coat and then held her to my chest, sighing as I felt her closeness. I pushed my tongue in between her lips and felt that sweet wonder as my mouth explored hers. My whole body shivered and I drew her tighter to me. I ran my hands down her back and let my hands clutch her hard butt cheeks.
Then we were heading through to my bedroom. I let her go ahead and stood in the doorway, adjusting the light. The closer we got the more hesitant I felt. I watched her from behind.
She was standing in the middle of the place, her long hair glowing in the uncertain light. Her skirt was tight and it showed that big round butt to perfection, making my cock rock hard. Her top was loose and flowing, and it clung to her breasts. She ran a hand through her hair and then I must have made a noise with my shoes as I took them off, because she turned and looked at me and smiled.
“Kyle,” she murmured.
I came across the few paces into the room and drew her into my arms and then, in an unpremeditated move, pushed her onto the bed as I fell with her and we hit the mattress hard.
She giggled.
“Whew,” she said. She lay on her back, looking up at the ceiling. She was smiling, her lips parted. I shifted onto my side and gently put my lips to hers.
This kiss was slower, more exploring. I let my tongue flicker along the line of her lips, pushing in gently and then pulling out. I was teasing myself, and she smiled, adjusting the line of her lips. She put her tongue out to press mine. I tensed.
“Oh.”
I wanted her so badly then. I shifted and pulled at her shirt, easing it up over her head. I stared down at her even as my hands went to the fastenings of her skirt. I undid those too.
The skirt slid to the floor and I looked at her, letting my eyes feast on the pale skin and the enticing curves of her body.
She was wearing a lacy bra, her big breasts caged by the tight lace. Her skin was smooth and firm, and I wanted to touch her even as I held back, admiring her. Her panties were also lace, and they were a pale almost pink that touched my imagination. I wanted to see what she looked like without them.
I reached out and pressed my thumb against her clit over her panties. After hearing her moan and twitch against me, I gently started to take off the underwear. I was trembling, I realized. She opened those beautiful eyes and smiled at me.
“Need help?” she asked.
I shivered. “I’m okay,” I managed. I slid the bra straps down her shoulders and undid the clasp behind her.
Full and big, the nipples were indeed pink. Big pink nipples and pale, soft skin. I bent down and took one in my mouth, my body convulsing with shivers as I did so. She made a little sound and I tensed, then relaxed as I realized it was a sound of pleasure.
It’s okay, Kyle. Be cool.
I reached out and cupped a breast as I worked the other with my tongue, lapping and licking and nibbling. She was moaning and I could feel her shudder as I made gentle little bites of that big firm nipple.
She murmured my name and her voice sounded agonized. I switched my focus and moved my hand down to where her thighs met. Slid between.
She gasped and I felt my poor body almost lose control as I touched her wetness. She was so ready and I was surprised by that. I wasn’t used to someone being so ready for me, so fast. I shivered.
I let my fingers explore her, and she groaned. I began to stroke her clit again with my thumb and more pressure and felt the increasing wetness.
She shrieked, and I felt myself flush with wonder as I experienced—perhaps for the first time—how amazing it felt to know you were able to give pleasure to someone. I shivered.
She was gasping and shaking and I guessed she might come. I moved lower.
“Please,” she whispered. “I…oh! Kyle!”
I smirked. Then recalled I had clothes on.
“Oh!”
I sat up hurriedly and undressed at a speed I hadn’t thought possible. I discarded everything onto the floor—shirt, trousers, shoes—and then joined her.
She was still lying on her back—the warm light making golden flame light from her hair, the scent of roses and a spicy scent that was the smell of her reaching me.
My dick was firm and ready and I looked down and saw her glance at it and widen her eyes at the largeness. I swallowed hard. I wanted her so much. I came and knelt between her thighs. Looked at her with a curious expression that I hoped let her know I wanted her. And that I was waiting for her to give me permission.
“Yes,” she murmured. “Oh yes.”
I gritted my teeth and pushed in. She gasped aloud as I filled her. I pushed right in, enjoying the enveloping warmth of her body as I went right inside.
She gasped and rolled to the side, her eyes meeting mine. She looked happy. I smiled. I pulled out and pushed in again, groaning with pleasure as I felt that sweet, clinging warmth. My poor body was helpless now, pulsing and pushing as it took over my mind, urging me to slam into her again and again and again.
“You just feel amazing.” I sighed. I moved out and back again, feeling a sense of wonder in me.
She moaned and drew me to her, and the look of pleasure on her face ignited something in me as my mind blanked out to anything but the need to push into her again and again and again.
***
I closed my eyes as Kyle slammed into me. It was a new sensation, to feel this power and passion inside me. I moaned and wrapped my arms around him, drawing him close. Everything about him was exciting—the lean hardness of his body, the handsome face, the way he filled me up and pushed into me with an urgency that made me feel so wanted. So right.
I could feel that sweet sensation surging through my body, tickling and teasing and tugging and I was getting wetter and wetter and shivering and…
I came. I screamed as I did, the feeling so intense, so frightening and so right. I closed my eyes and let it carry me to another world as his hot seed burst into me.
Later, he rolled off me and I opened my eyes. I was sticky with sweat, my body so relaxed that it felt almost as if it had been remade. I smiled.
“Oh, Kyle,” I whispered. I had no idea what else to say. I reached out and touched his face.
To my amazement, he kissed my hand. I closed my eyes to stop the flow of tears.