Page 49 of Hot Mess

On the drive home, I pushed that car to its limits. It rattled and protested when I demanded more speed. The entire process of putting it in the garage and getting Kayla up to my bedroom seemed unnecessarily long and drawn out. Had this been one of my movies there would have been a convenient scene cut from a flirty kiss above the beach to stripping each other bare in my room. And that’s what we did.

Once I started kissing her again, I could not keep my mouth from hers. She was promise and hope and sex. We left clothes scattered on the floor. I had her bountiful figure seared into my memory. To see her in all her glory, to touch her was better than anything I thought I had remembered.

“Damn, you are so beautiful,” I whispered. My voice was hoarse from pent up emotion.

We stood wrapped around each other, inches from my bed. I leaned down to rub my face against hers, to run my hands over her body. Her skin was so soft, she was like touching a cloud, but better, warmer.

“You really think so?” I could hear the catch in her voice. Someone along the lines in her life had made her feel like less. I was going to do my best to erase all of that.

“Kayla, what do you think? Ever since I first saw you. You are gorgeous, and I want to touch all of you.”

She bit her lip, and a flush caressed her cheek.

I kissed the blush on her face and followed it down her neck to where it turned the tops of her breasts pink. I kissed them, wrapping my hands around their fullness, stroking her nipples until they formed hard pears.

“I want to suck all of you in, make you writhe with desire. I want to plunge into you until you don’t know your name, but you are screaming out mine.”

I stood and looked into her eyes. They were big and wide, and so deep I could fall into them.

She gave me the slightest nod. She mouthed the word, yes, but no sound came from her.

I caressed her cheek and guided her back until her legs hit the mattress. We tumbled back and I pressed into her. She twined around me, holding me close.

“Touch me, Kayla. I want your hands on me.” I eased up onto one elbow and held her hand against my chest.

I pressed her hand along my abs and down to my cock. She flinched.

I let go of her hand. I cupped her cheek and turned her face to mine. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head and closed her eyes.

“Oh no, you don’t. Look at me. I want to make love to you, and I want you to touch me.”

She did that little nod again.

“I’m not accepting a nod; you need to say the words.”

She licked her lips. “Yes, I’m nervous.”

“Why are you always so nervous around me? This is just us. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know,” her voice was breathy. “You make me nervous because you like me. I’m not used to it. But I want it, I want you.”

I rolled over her, pulling her leg up to my hip. My mouth sealed against hers. Her words were all I needed.

I slid my cock against her heat. She whimpered against my mouth. I didn’t have patience for the play and teasing. My body wanted to be inside of her. I rolled away.

“Nick? Did I do something wrong?”

“You’re doing everything right. I need a condom.”

“Oh, right condoms. Totally forgot.”

I paused and looked at her. Really looked at her. She was a siren luring me to my demise, and I didn’t care. She could have me, drown me in her bosom, crush me against her curves.

I climbed back onto the bed, kneeling by her. My cock eager and proudly displayed for her. “Help with this thing.”

I ripped open the foil pack and held out the disk, ready to be rolled down my length.

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