She cried out, louder than she intended. But she didn’t care who could hear her as the most intense orgasm she’d ever had rolled through her entire body. She could feel it from the top of her head all the way down to the tip of her curled-up toes. It was all she could do to continue to breathe through this all-consuming feeling.
When she finally came back to earth, she opened her eyes to find Kyle gazing at her with a sly, but proud smile on his face. She sat up and found his lips, kissing him as hard as she could. She was still so turned on from what he had just done to her, she needed to feel him, now.
Fumbling with the waist of his shorts again, not wanting to break the kiss, Drea finally got the drawstring loose. Kyle stood up, quickly dropping his shorts, his hard dick now on full display. Drea’s eyes widened as she took in the impressive shaft in front of her. She had figured out that he had to be well-endowed based on what she had felt through his suit, but nothing could have prepared her for the beast she was staring at now. Reaching out for it as he stepped closer, she gently wrapped her hand around it, impressed to find that her fingertips barely touched. Slowly stroking up and down, she was mesmerized; none of the other guys she’d been with had anything near this impressive below the belt. Just how he was going to feel inside her was all she could think about.
“Oh shit,” she muttered, looking up at him. “I don’t have condoms.”
Kyle smirked at her and picked up his shorts from the floor, reaching into the pocket, pulling out two little foil packets.
She quirked her brow at him. “Just walking around with those in your pocket there, cowboy?”
He climbed back on her bed and pulled her close, kissing her softly. “I ‘borrowed’ them from Dalton’s stash on the boat. I wasn’t expecting anything, but didn’t want to be caught empty-handed either. I figured I could put them back if they had gone unused.”
She laughed, grabbing one of the packets from his hands. “Can I put it on you? I’ve never put one on before.”
“Be my guest, beautiful.”
She took his cock in hand again, softly stroking up and down a few times before trying to rip open the condom wrapper. Kyle pulled it from her hand and ripped it open with his teeth, handing her the open wrapper. Slowly rolling it down his cock only excited her more, and she could feel herself getting wetter as she went. Once it was finally on, she looked back up at him. His gaze was glued to her hand on his length, his breathing heavy with desire.
She scooted back on the bed, allowing him to climb back on, positioning his body between her legs, his hard cock pressing against her opening. He placed a hand on either side of her upper body and leaned down into her, giving her a kiss before pressing his forehead to hers.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Hey back,” she whispered in response. She looked deep into his eyes, which were dark with emotion and lust. She hoped hers radiated the same back to him, as her heart nearly beat out of her chest. She shifted below him, trying to angle herself so his dick would break the barrier at which it hovered.
“Dre...”
“Yes, please,” she exhaled, answering the unspoken question.
Without another word, he slowly pushed inside her. It had been so long and he was so big that for a moment she felt like she might be ripped in two as her insides adjusted to him, gripping his erection as he moved. She groaned loudly, throwing her head back in both pleasure and pain. When he was fully inside he paused for a moment, kissing along her jawline and down her exposed neck, giving her a moment to adjust to him. Just when she thought she couldn’t take the wait any longer, he slowly withdrew from her, making her feel every last inch of him again.
“You are so, fucking, tight,” he said through gritted teeth. “Your pussy feels so good.” He thrust inside her again, this time a little faster, then withdrew almost right away.
“Just don’t stop,” she managed to breathe out. He grinned at her wickedly and picked up his pace.
He found his rhythm quickly, a mixture of hard and fast thrusts with a few long, slow strokes mixed in. He was hitting her in all the right spots, spots she didn’t even realize that she had inside her, making her whine and whimper with need. Trying to match him thrust for thrust along the way, she could feel the stirring of another orgasm building inside her.
“Kyle, Kyle,” she cried. “I think I might…” she trailed off, unable to finish her sentence from the glorious feel of his cock inside her.
“Oh baby, yes you will!” he growled. He reached down between them and quickly found her clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure, swirling it around with the pad of his finger.
That was enough to send her flying, and she screamed out a sound she had never heard before, something so incomprehensible she wasn’t really sure it was a word. She wasn’t sure if her eyes were open or closed as all the colors around her swirled into a bright light. This must be what it means to see stars, she thought.
Her orgasm seemed to be all the inspiration Kyle needed to pick up the pace yet again and drive into her even harder. A few more pumps and he groaned as he hit his own release, collapsing on top of her.
They both lay there for a moment, breathing heavy, letting their bodies return to their normal state. Drea’s thoughts raced, thinking about a thousand and one things all at once. Holy shit, that was amazing. I hope he doesn’t regret it. Should I be the one to break the silence?
“I can hear your brain racing, sweetness,” Kyle finally said, pushing himself up, rolling off of her, and standing up next to the bed. He rolled off the condom, tied it up and walked to the bathroom to dispose of it. As he walked back into the room, she noticed he had a washcloth with him.
“What’s that for?” she asked, feeling a little self-conscious.
“For you,” he said, climbing back on the bed. “Unless you don’t want me to clean you up?”
“No, I um, just wasn’t expecting it.” He reached between her legs again, this time with the warm cloth in his hand, and gently wiped her down.
“Well, isn’t that what all those men do in your books?” he grinned at her.
“My books? How would you know what they do in books?”
“I might have opened one once when I was waiting for you or something,” he said sheepishly. “I opened it up randomly and happened to land on a good part.”
Drea shook her head, laughing loudly. When he finished cleaning her, he threw the washcloth on the floor, and pulled back the covers on her bed, wrapping them around the both of them. He reached over her to turn off the table lamp and then pulled her in close to him so they were spooning. Feeling secure in his arms, his heat warm against her back, her eyes started to feel heavy. She snuggled against him, wanting to give in to the sleep she felt approaching.
“This is going to come off sounding cheesy and I might lose my man card, but I need you to know that what we just did—it means something to me, Drea. It means a lot.” He swallowed hard. “You mean a lot, and this wasn’t just about getting us off.”
“You mean a lot to me, too, Kyle,” she murmured sleepily. “But I enjoyed the getting off part too.”
He laughed softly, stroking her hair, lulling her to sleep. “I’m glad, sweetness. Because there is more where that came from. Promise.”