Page 22 of Cloud Nine Love

“No. Your left.”

His clarification caused another tremor to erupt between my legs. I couldn’t say why, but the fact that he’d specified which hand somehow made this even hotter.

As I lifted my left arm, I could see and feel my hand trembling. He cradled my fingers in his and leaned down, lowering his head as he pressed his lips to my knuckles. I was so lost in how good his kiss felt on an area I wouldn’t have thought had any sort of erogenous zone that I didn’t even notice him sliding off the black hair tie that I always slept with on my wrist; it was like a grown-up version of a blankie. Plus, it was handy to use in the morning to pull my hair up.

After removing it, he gently lowered my arm. I watched, wondering what he was going to do with it. Would he bind both my wrists together? I’d only been tied up once, with the boyfriend I’d had in college. It hadn’t been as hot as I’d hoped it would be.

Somehow, I didn’t think that would be the case in this situation.

Instead of restraining me, Kyle gathered my hair in his hands. Once he’d collected every strand, he held it in his fist before wrapping the band several times. The ponytail held the perfect amount of pressure, which told me he was not a novice at doing this. He was either a hairdresser or had a kid.

If I had to guess one, I would say he was a dad, but he didn’t mention any kids with his fiancée. But he did say that he knew she’d be a good mom. Maybe he had a child from a previous…

“Stop,” he commanded gruffly.

My eyes shot back up to his. I honestly had no clue what I’d done. I hadn’t moved.

“What?”

“Stop. Thinking,” he stated firmly.

Oh, right. Yeah, I had been doing that.

He tightened the grip he had on my ponytail, and the sting on my scalp shot directly down between my legs. I watched as his other hand wrapped around his erection. He squeezed his grip, and I saw a large drop of arousal appear on his tip.

“Open your mouth.”

Saliva flooded my mouth in anticipation as my lips parted. I expected him to feed his cock to me, but instead, he traced my lips with the tip of his dick. He spread his pre-cum, applying it like gloss to my lips.

I loved the feeling of his arousal coating my mouth. I loved the feeling of his slick skin sliding against my sensitive lips. I also loved being on my knees in front of this man. I loved the feeling of the tightly woven chevron-patterned carpeting digging into my knees to the point of discomfort. I loved being on that precipice of pain and pleasure.

When I tried to take him further into my mouth, he shifted his hips back, making me look like a hungry baby bird begging for his worm. I didn’t care what it looked like. I wanted him that badly.

“Lick your lips. I want you to taste me,” he gritted out.

Keeping my eyes locked with his, my tongue slid between my lips, and I tasted his sweet, tart arousal.

“Mmm,” I hummed.

His jaw tensed. The next thing I knew, he’d picked me up and tossed me on the bed. I bounced on the mattress as he grabbed the condom from the nightstand. I watched as he rolled it on before moving onto the bed and hovering above me. His forearms framed my head as he shifted one knee beneath my thigh, causing my hips to tilt up. He stared at me as he reached between our bodies. I felt his fingers glide up and down my folds, sending tingles of bliss swirling in my belly.

“So wet,” he growled.

All I could do was nod in agreement as he lined himself up at my entrance. For a moment, all I felt was the pressure of his head. I felt my entire body tensing with anticipation. I wanted this—to feel him inside of me more than I think I’d ever wanted anything in my life. Desperation didn’t begin to cover what I was experiencing.

“Breathe,” he instructed.

His hand moved to my hip, and I exhaled at the exact moment he pushed past my barrier. Every cell in my body lit up as he entered me. I gasped at the intrusion as the sting morphed into pleasure. His fingertips dug into my flesh as he rested his forehead against mine and looked down, watching himself disappear as he drove into me with a single forceful thrust.

My inner walls palpitated around him, adjusting to his size. Once he’d filled me completely, he stilled for just a moment before pulling out and pushing forward even harder. As he retreated once more, his hand moved from my hip to my thigh. He pulled my leg up to his waist before plunging into me with enough power to steal my breath once more. I tried to take a breath, but he drove into me again, and again, and again. I feared that I was on the brink of hyperventilating, but the lack of oxygen was only amplifying the experience.

That was the last cognitive thought I had before he began to plunge into me with unrelenting passion and fervor. I completely lost myself in the rhythm and pleasure. I couldn’t think; all I could do was feel.

I was so oblivious to what was going on that my climax took me completely by surprise. One second, I was floating in delirium; the next, I was crying out as a rush of sensation so intense I nearly blacked out overtook me. Dizzying explosions of ecstasy exploded throughout my body. One after another, each one better than the last.

Tingles were still erupting in my core when Kyle pushed into me one last time. His entire body tensed above me. I raked my nails up his back, loving the feel of his muscles rippling beneath my touch.

When he collapsed on top of me, I continued running my fingers up across his shoulders and up and down his back. Neither of us spoke as we both recovered. Our labored breaths and the rain against the window were the only sounds. Soon, or at least too soon for me, he pushed off of me and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he came back, he held a warm cloth.

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