Page 75 of Heat It Up (Off the Ice)
And then he’s kissing me again, but this time the kisses feel different. Vulnerable. Tender. Sweet.
They continue until I’m left feeling breathless and boneless. I’m floating. I’m free. I’ve never felt better.
Kyle slides his jeans and boxer briefs down his muscled legs and removes his glasses. His length springs free, erect and ready. He takes my hand and leads me into the bathtub. We stand under the warm water as it rains on us, Kyle’s body shielding the water from my face. I rest my hands against his chest and stroke my thumbs against his nipples. He groans, the sound making me feel more desirable, more powerful than I’ve ever felt before.
Needing to show him what he’s done for me, I wrap my hand around his hard length. I smile against his lips at his moaned reaction. Without giving it a second thought, I go down so that I’m kneeling in front of him and look up at his beautiful blue eyes that are dark with surprise and longing. His fingers thread through my wet hair.
“I’ve never done this before,” I say with a confidence I didn’t have a month ago. Not before my first time with Kyle. “You have to tell me what to do.”
I slide my lips over his tip, taking in as much as I dare. My other hand gently grabs his balls and I carefully squeeze them. Kyle tightens his grip on my hair as a sound that’s part loud groan and part “Sofia” powers from his mouth.
And the Pulitzer goes toTen Ways to Please a Man, which I read in a fashion magazine two months ago.
Not sure what else to do, I flick my tongue just below the tip, tasting his subtle saltiness. That, too, gets a positive reaction out of him. As does moving my mouth and the hand around him simultaneously. I alternate between flicking my tongue, and sliding my mouth and hand back and forth along his length.
Just when I think he’s going to come soon, he pulls away, removing himself from my mouth. “I want to come deep inside you,” he says, his voice thick with need and desire.
I stand, my breath and heart rate racing each other. He rolls on the condom, runs his hands down the backs of my thighs, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around him; my arms go around his neck. He adjusts us so my back is pressed against the far wall, his tip rubbing against my entrance. He then thrusts deep inside me, pushing me closer to the moment we’re rapidly approaching.
My head falls back against the tiles, leaving my neck exposed. His mouth is on me in a flash, his body perfectly still. He nibbles and flicks the tip of his tongue against my skin, tormenting me further. I attempt rocking against him, telling him what I want, what I need.
“Sofia,” he growls. “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.”
“Good. Because I want you now.” My voice is low and filled with longing.
Kyle pulls back then burrows himself deep in me again. He only has to repeat this several more times before the softest part of my body clenches around him and a tidal wave of euphoria sweeps through me. I scream Kyle’s name, which is amplified by the bathroom’s acoustics. Before the euphoria has a chance to fade away, Kyle joins me on the wave with an erotic, guttural grunt.
It takes us a minute before the world, or rather the shower, comes back into focus. Even longer before our breathing returns to somewhere close to normal. And once it slows enough, our lips meet, again, but this time with soft, intimate kisses.
“You’re incredible,” Kyle murmurs, but the way he says it, he’s referring to more than just the sex we experienced.
I lightly pressed my mouth against his for a heartbeat. “You are too.”
We kiss for another minute or two before I slide off him, and move to stand under the water while he disposes of the condom. He joins me soon after and we spend the next five minutes soaping each other to up to the point we’re ready to have sex again.
Kyle had grabbed one of his t-shirts for me when he was in his room. Once I’m dry, I slip it over my bra and shorts. The soft royal blue fabric, with the emblem for the Minnesota Bears on it, brushes the tops of my thighs and reminds me of him with his familiar scent. I’m tempted to sniff it, because I love his scent, but that would probably look a little crazy.
“It looks better on you than it does on me,” he murmurs in my ear. Between that and the way his hands are skimming my body, relearning all my curves, the familiar electrical hum spreads through me again.
Kyle opens the door and I follow him to the living room where we had planned to watch a movie. Nik isn’t due home until later. But when we enter the room, it becomes obvious pretty quickly that not only did he change his plans, he heard us having a less-than-innocent shower.
“Dude, that was hotter than porn. Both times. Just wish I had beer for the second period.”
Kyle picks up the nearby cushion from the couch and hurls it at Nik.
Nik catches it with one hand and chuckles. “Do you need me to leave so you can go at it on the couch?”
A volcano couldn’t get any hotter than my face right now.
“We’re going to watch a movie.” At Nik’s crass grin, Kyle adds, “A regular movie, not porn. So you’re more than welcome to leave if you want.” I can’t tell if he means it or not, or said it to further amuse his friend. If it’s option B, then I’d say Kyle has succeeded.
Kyle indicates for Nik to move over and sits. He pulls me down so I’m snuggled against him. I have no idea if snuggling is normally part of the friends-with-benefits experience. It really should be. Since I don’t want it to stop, I avoid asking Kyle. Instead, I allow myself to pretend Kyle is my boyfriend. As long as I remember where things really stand between us, everything should be okay.
I’ll be okay.
I hope.
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