Page 25 of Heat It Up (Off the Ice)
“Please stay,” he mumbles, but I can’t be sure if he’s awake or saying it in his sleep.
“Okay.” I climb under the covers with him, remove his glasses from his face, and lean over him to place them on his nightstand. “I’ll stay for a few minutes.” To keep the ice against his bruise.
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The room is dark when I wake up, other than a faint glow from the curtains next to the bed. There’s something off about its location. I’m not at Muumu’s.
Panic seeps in, like rainwater after a storm, giving life to my fears. It takes a few moments as my eyes adjust to the darkness for me to remember I’m with Kyle, in his bed. It takes even less time to figure out what woke me up as the panic fades away.
I twist around to find Kyle moving restlessly in his sleep. He mutters something but the words are too soft to hear. I can’t understand what he’s saying, although one thing is clear, he’s having a nightmare.
“Kyle?” I say quietly so not to scare him. When that doesn’t get a response, I place my hand on his arm, and say a little louder, “Kyle, it’s okay. You’re having a nightmare.” But despite my words, he’s still restless. He still looks vulnerable. Maybe even more so than I felt earlier when we were in the bathroom.
I click on the bedside light. A soft light fills the space around us, leaving the room in long shadows. The restlessness and murmurs stop, and Kyle slowly opens his eyes as I stroke his bare arm. His face twists in confusion.
He blinks, attempting to bring me into focus since he doesn’t have his glasses on. The confused expression eases from his face. “You’re here,” he whispers.
“You were having a nightmare. You wanna talk about it?”
He shakes his head. “No.” A sad smile ghosts his lips. “Can I hold you for a bit?”
I place the bag of ice water on the floor, and shift closer to him so our bodies touch. “Sure.”
He drapes his arm over my waist, and his fingers stroke lazy circles on my lower back. His intense gaze locks on my eyes for a heartbeat, then drops to my lips.
In an easy move that lasts both a brief moment and a million years, he lowers his mouth to mine. Our bodies shift, so I’m lying on my back and he’s on top of me. The weight of him sends a thrill through my body that matches the one the kiss ignited.
We deepen the kiss, the passion and lust growing stronger with each passing second. Needing more of him, I wrap my leg around his hip, then place my hands on his butt and encourage him to rock against me. He does and the throbbing between my legs builds, climbing toward the peak I sense coming, but have never reached before. I push away the thought that maybe that’s why Ian had found sex with me boring, and a moan escapes my lips.
“Oh, God, please,” I beg.
Kyle pauses, pulling back slightly, his eyes dark with want. But want isn’t the only the emotion peering back at me. He’s deliberating something.
Before I can ask what’s wrong, his hand inches under my tank top, and with a skilled flick of his fingers, my bra comes undone. My body screams that it needs to feel Kyle, all of Kyle against me. I sit up and remove my tank top and bra, and toss them to the floor.
His fingers trace along my shoulder and glide between my breasts. His thumb teases a nipple and a soft gasp falls from my lips. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his mouth returning to mine.
We lay back down and kiss, pouring every emotion, every desire into it, before his lips move away. They travel along my neck and chest, leaving a trail of goose bumps. He swirls his tongue around a nipple then takes the hard bud into his mouth. Like he did with his thumb, he teases me with each flick of his tongue, and pushes me closer to the release waiting for me at the peak.
He switches breasts and teases the second one into submission like he did the first. He then plants tender kisses along my ribs to my belly button. He hits my ticklish zone and I giggle.
I open my mouth to ask him about his bruised ribs, but don’t get far as his fingers skim along my inner thigh and trace the edge of my panties. I inhale sharply, the sound quiet yet rough. His fingers then shift and brush against the seam of my entrance. The throbbing between my legs grows stronger, more desperate. My body jerks in response and I moan softly.
I want to touch him, to feel him, but he’s too far away to reach. All I can do is tangle my hands in his loose curls.
He hooks his fingers on my panties and slides them down my legs. Once they reach my ankles, he removes them and tosses them onto the floor to meet up with my bra and tank top. He pushes the hem of my skirt up and separates my legs.
Panic floods me, and I fight to keep afloat. It was never like this with Ian, and I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. Part of me wants to run. To hide. To not feel as vulnerable as I do now. The other part, the much larger part, wants to take my lesson much further. That part wins and I relax, closing my eyes briefly.
“God, Sofia, I want to taste you so badly.”
Before I realize what he means, his tongue strokes and swirls against the oversensitive nerves between my legs, stoking the fire there, pushing me further and further toward the crest. Promising to take me to the stars and beyond.
I’ve never had a guy go down on me before. Clearly I’ve been missing out.
Unable to help myself, I squirm against Kyle’s tongue. He slips a finger inside me and then another. They press against the soft lining, and a small wave of pleasure fans out from the spot. A mind-numbing taste of things to come.
A moan trembles from my lips, pleading for him to continue. He slowly pumps them in and out while his tongue continues its magic. I expect him to stop at any second, so we can physically share this moment together, but he doesn’t. And the next thing I know, the throbbing radiates out, exploding between my legs, sending an aftershock that shatters my body.
