Page 90 of Just for Fun
“What just happened?” I ask when it all comes to a halt.
That’s when I realize that I am not sitting in Kyle’s lap anymore. Instead, I am on my knees on the couch, hands resting on the back of it, while Kyle is standing behind me.
“Whoa, how did you even do that?”
I am breathing heavy as I try to re-orient myself. There’s excitement in my voice as well, hoping that Kyle is about to do to me why his actions just implied.
He takes his time responding. First, he runs a heavy hand across my back, dragging it over the material of the robe I’m wearing until he reaches my buttocks. He goes lower down my leg until he finds bare skin. He then traces his steps back, pulling the robe higher as he goes until it is all gathered around my middle.
“Kyle,” I breathe out. “This is probably now a good time… We have to leave soon…”
I’m not sure whose benefit I say that for. I sure as hell don’t want him to stop. In fact, I will even cry if he does stop right now.
Kyle leans over my back, his erection that’s covered by the track pants his wearing fits just right in between my butt cheeks.
“We have enough time to get this started,” he whispers in my ear. “And then we’ll finish it when we get home later.”
Shuddering in pleasure, I look over my shoulder just in time to watch him as he pulls his T-shirt and pants off. He’s not wearing any underwear, so that’s easy.
I stand on my knees and undo the tie on my robe. I would normally wait for him to take charge and get me naked, but I am too impatient today. The robe falls off my shoulders before I throw it to the side, not caring where it lands.
I put my hands back to where they were and arch my back, waiting for Kyle to do his worst. When I glance over my shoulder, I find him staring at me with dilated pupils. The erection his sporting bops against his stomach, but he is not otherwise moving.
“Kyle?”
My tone is tentative, unsure of what to do. I thought the hardest part was to get naked, but now that he doesn’t say or do anything, I feel self conscious making me wonder if I should pull the robe back on.
Kyle drops to the his knees with a loud thud. My heart hammers in my chest when I realize that his face is at the same level as my butt, and he can now see the rest me clearly from behind.
I am deep into my thought, and it doesn’t register when Kyle seals his mouth over my opening. The move is without warning, making me jump in place. But, after the initial shock, I realize how good it feels having him touch me like that.
He moans when he presses his mouth harder against me, the tip of his nose brushing briefly against the sensitive area that’s connecting my two holes, for lack of a better word.
My hips start moving of their own accord along with he rhythm he sets with his mouth, and his tongue, and his teeth. He knows exactly how to touch me to extract all the pleasure I am capable of feeling.
His hands slap each buttock at the same time before clenching his fingers into the sensitive flesh. It sends waves of shock through my system. In the weeks that we’ve been together, while I’ve been curious about this position, I was always a little wary, but Kyle was patient with me, never forcing me into anything I didn’t want to do. After some googling, I found that doing it from behind was quite possible one of the tamest positions for sex.
Now, holding firmly onto the back of the couch, I rock myself back and forth onto Kyle’s mouth. My eyes close in delight every time the tip of his tongue slips into me from behind.
Before I am ready for it to stop, he pulls back. He kisses one butt cheek and then the other, sinking his teeth into each glove before licking the spots and placing wet kisses over the marks.
The more he does this to me, the more it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. I become impatient, but I don’t know how to become more aggressive.
While I work up the courage to ask him for more, Kyle takes the matter into his own hands, figuratively and literally. He dips two fingers inside of me, pumping in and our, getting me wetter with each move.
Just as I think he’s about to unleash all his power on me, he pulls back again. This time, he takes his wet from my juices fingers and runs the tips over my clit. He rubs hypnotic circles, starting with really slow ones before going faster and faster.
“Yes!”
My hips move faster in order to keep up. Vision is a little blurry as my focus is solely on the orgasm he is about to give me.
“No,” I cry out when he once again stops. “Why?”
I drop my head forward, resting my forehead against the wall behind the couch. I hear Kyle moving, but my body is too wound up. I can’t focus on turning around to check on what he’s doing.
He once again leans over my back until his lips are against my ear.
“I wouldn’t let you down like that, baby.”
