I’d be lying if I said that I’m not planning to make love to Kaya tonight. Of course I want to, I’ve wanted to since I met her, since that first kiss we shared one night on the beach. I waited at first because I realized that she was really inexperienced and later because I felt guilty about the secret I’m still keeping for Reid. But now there’s no more reason to wait other than that I want our first time together to be special.
I thought about taking Kaya to a nice hotel for a romantic weekend or to fly her to Aspen to my parents’ winter house but then I decided against it.
Kaya doesn’t seem impressed by displays of wealth like a lot of other girls, so if she feels ready to share herself with me, what’s more romantic than a blanket of stars and a bonfire to keep us warm?
The corner I chose is dark and at first she doesn’t see much but then I light the fire I prepared earlier and she sees the simple but cozy quilted sleeping bags, a cooler with some water and snacks and I switch on some romantic music in the background.
Kaya takes in everything, especially the fact that I opened the two sleeping bags flat and then zipped them together to make them into a double sleeping bag.
She lowers herself onto the sleeping bags still wrapped in her towel and I feel her gaze on me while I attend to the fire.
I’m a little nervous when I walk to the sleeping bags and sit next to her. I want her so much that it hurts but at the same I don’t want her to feel like she has to do anything she doesn’t feel ready for only because she went there with Chase and Parker.
Kaya looks at me with those huge green eyes of hers and I see her smile, relaxed for the first time in weeks.
I want to think that I have at least a little to do with that smile, and I know it’s true when she whispers “This is nice. It hasn’t been just the two of us for a while, Bryce. I’ve missed you.”
Her tone floods my heart with warmth and for once I don’t feel the need to say anything. I put my lips to a much better use and kiss her.
It’s gentle at first, I’m in no hurry and I want to enjoy her closeness so I tease her and play with her lips taking little nibbles and making her chase me a little.
This reminds me of our very first kiss and like that first time, she matches what I do, until she has enough of my teasing and nips on my bottom lip, sucking on it when I don’t move away.
I smile against her lips and when I press on her mouth a little harder we both catch fire. It’s quick, sudden and wild and I hold her head still by fisting the hair at her nape, tipping her head back as I pry her lips open with the tip of my tongue.
She responds just as hotly, tracing my tongue with hers, meeting me stroke for stroke. The hand that isn’t tangled in her hair holds her waist as my lips leave her mouth and begin a journey down the column of her neck. My mouth goes down to her collar bone, all the way to the swell of her tits and my hand follows, playing with the edges of the towel she still has wrapped around her.
Her skin is smooth and cold, probably a consequence of her time in the lake. It’s a sharp contrast with the heat the fire left on my skin and tiny goosebumps appear everywhere I touch and kiss.
Her breath comes out in short, fast gasps and her back arches toward me when I open the towel revealing her gorgeous, perfect tits.
That view does things to me that I don’t need to explain, I’m pretty sure she can feel how hard I am against her hip as I rub one of my open palms over the erect peak of her nipple.
The little moan that leaves her lips is almost enough to undo me right here, right now, but I haven’t even started showing her the way I feel about her.
One good way is to take the other nipple into my mouth warming her skin, kissing, sucking and scraping my teeth on her sensitive flesh.
“Bryce ...”
She begs moving to lie down on the sleeping bags and dragging me with her. On her.
I’m still wearing my swimming shorts but her hands make quick work of helping me out of them. All that is left now is my naked skin against hers, my hard body against her soft one.
If she told me that she wants to stop now, I think I might self-combust because coming on her will no longer do. I need to feel her around me, I need to be inside her, to show her that she’s mine and that I’m hers.
Need.
It’s strong and overwhelming. Pure, unadulterated need, blazing hot through me and consuming me as my hands roam her body with a possessive, feverish touch.
I’ve been with many girls and fucking them was never like this. It was a physical need to get off, but honestly, they were just a means to an end. My hand would have accomplished exactly the same result.
This here, is a need that burns my every cell but also resides in my heart, in my soul. This girl owns me in a way that even I can’t explain. It’s as if the moment I met her, my whole being shattered and splintered into a myriad of pieces and only Kaya can make me whole again.
But don’t get me wrong, I need to possess her the way she possesses me, I need to mark her and brand her in the most primal of ways.
Her hands are exploring the muscles of my back as I keep kissing and sucking on her tits. My hips are between her legs, the tip of my cock aligned with her entrance.
If she told me that she didn’t want this, I’d have to find the strength to honor her wishes but God knows I hope this isn’t the case.
“Kaya, I want you. So fucking much.” My voice sounds rough, strained by the need that’s burning every inch of my skin.
“I want you too, Bryce.”
I grab her hips with my hands and keep still just one more second. “Are you sure?” Please say yes.
“I love you. I want you. I fucking need you.”
I keep my eyes locked with hers as I enter her slowly, her wet heat accommodating every inch of me as I bury myself inside her to the hilt.
It’s a snug fit and she feels so warm, sleek and silky that I need a moment to get used to it. If I started moving now, I’d embarrass myself, no doubt.
“Fuck, you feel so goddam good.” I grunt and she responds by rocking her hips, squeezing her muscles around my hard shaft and I completely lose my shit.
I was planning to make love to her gently and slowly, instead I begin fucking her with long, hard thrusts.
It feels so fucking right, her body melts around me and I want more, so much more. So I lift one of her thighs, resting it on my shoulder, opening her to my thrusts, sinking deeper inside of her as her hard nipples rub against my chest.
I drive inside of her with everything I’ve got, spurred on by her faster breaths that hit the side of my neck and shoulder each time I pound deeper into her.
I’m close, too fucking close and I know it’s not good. I need to slow this down and make it good for her.
I bring her leg down. “Sweet stuff, close your legs together.”
She does and I smile when a moan escapes her lips at the sensation this new angle is causing her. This doesn’t allow me to go as deep as I was before and the fit is even tighter but the angle is such that with each thrust, the base of my shaft rubs against the sensitive bud at her center. Kaya realizes it too as she curses. “Oh fuck! Bryce this feels so good.”
So we get into a steady rhythm and I tilt my hips forward to make sure that I give her the most amount of friction as she meets each of my thrusts by lifting her hips.
Our chests keep rubbing together and her hands leave my back to cup both my buttocks making me plunge deeper into her.