Page 69 of Kylo
That sexy rumble moved through him again, vibrating into me, as he shifted his hips back.
His gaze was on mine as the tip of him pressed against me for one agonizingly long second.
Then his hips thrust and he surged deep inside me.
I couldn’t tell you which was louder—his curse or my moan.
As my legs bracketed his hips and my walls adjusted to the thick stretch of him, though, I did know one thing. Nothing had ever felt quite so right.
But before I could wrap my head around that thought, Kylo’s hips pulled back before slamming deep again.
Not fast.
But hard.
Deep.
Making me achingly aware of every inch of him each time.
My sounds were deep, almost guttural as the pleasure grew—a deep ache that intensified with each passing second.
“Fuck, Rue,” he groaned as I tightened around him, as my breath caught, then exhaled on a moan as the orgasm surged through me.
Kylo kept the same pace through it, dragging it out until I was trembling and gasping for breath.
Only then did his lips find mine again as his pace slowed, softened, giving my body a chance to come down, but also somehow driving me up once again.
At the sound of my first moan, Kylo lifted up, watching me for a moment. Then he slid an arm under my back and rolled himself underneath me.
His hands slid behind my knees, gripping until the position forced me to push up and sit back, looking down at him.
His gaze was molten as his hands slipped up my chest to close over my breasts again.
Any uncertainty I might have felt under any other circumstance slipped away at the raw hunger in his gaze.
It wasn’t long before the ache deep inside had my hips rocking.
Kylo sucked in a steadying breath. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Ride me.”
There was no choice with the need spreading through me once again, leaving me rocking, then circling, finding the pace my body was begging for.
As I circled, Kylo’s hips rocked up into me, intensifying the sensations until the need started to reach a fever pitch.
But as it did, I reached for him, pulling until he was shifting up, his arms wrapping around me, holding me as I reached that edge, then toppled over, holding onto him as I cried out.
Even as I was still moaning and clenching around him, he was getting to his feet.
I had no idea where we were going until I felt my back slam against the wall of the building.
Then he was fucking me again.
Hard.
Fast.
Relentless.
Until one orgasm was building to another.
