Chapter 212 Chapter 212

Chapter 212 Chapter 212
Kyra POV

I let my feelings and desires come to the surface, pushing past any insecurities, and allow my lips and hands to explore his body while his hands slowly move over mine, caressing me in all the right places.

When I reach to unzip his jeans, he grabs my hands and pulls me up.

"Let's wait for that."

He kisses my lips.

"I have a better idea for tonight."

"What's that?" I ask.

"Me licking you until you're delirious, followed by some of that apple pie you baked. Then I'm going to force myself to let you go home."

Before I can say anything, he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom, putting me down to stand at the foot of his bed. He slowly begins to undress me, starting with my shirt and bra, his eyes burning as he kneels down in front of me and pulls off my shoes and socks, then goes for the button of my jeans.

With his teeth.

I gasp, and my hands fly to his shoulders to keep myself steady as he somehow unbuttons my pants with only his teeth and then tugs down the zipper. His hands grasp the waistband and work my jeans and panties down to my ankles, where he waits for me to step out of them. When I do, he slowly runs his hands up the backs of my legs to cup my ass and presses his face against my stomach. Sliding his hands down to the back of my thighs, he gently pulls them apart.

"Spread your legs for me, baby."

Raw, raspy words that make my heart pound even harder and put me in a spellbound state. I almost faint when his mouth touches my most private parts and his tongue slides tantalizingly between my lips.

Holy shit. I had no idea something could feel so freakin' amazing.

His large hands move back to squeeze my ass as he works his tongue slowly back and forth, in and out. My legs begin to tremble from the millions of little nerve endings in my body that he's got all electrified.

"Lie down."

His voice sounds far away, on the outskirts of the tunnel of ecstasy I'm falling into.

I practically fall onto the bed, my limbs like wet noodles, and he pushes my legs further apart as he climbs between them, licking his lips, his eyes languidly traveling from the apex of my thighs up to my face. He reaches out and touches his fingertip to my lips, and I instinctively kiss it before he glides it down over my chin, to my throat, between my breasts, and over my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

With his eyes still locked on mine, he slides his finger further down to rub me in slow, teasing circles before he grabs my hips and pulls me down to the edge of the bed in one fast, effortless yank. Kneeling, he guides my legs to rest on his shoulders and delves his mouth between my legs, making me cry out from the sudden incredible sensation of his wet tongue and mouth covering me.

My back arches up, and I press my hips to him when he pushes a finger inside me, moving slowly while he flicks his tongue wildly one moment and then sucks me into his mouth the next, building me into a total frenzy of wanting more, more, more. I grip his comforter, and my thighs tighten shamelessly around his head as I lose myself against his mouth, letting him take me to a place of euphoria that I never could have imagined in my wildest fantasies.

As I lie panting on his bed in a daze of bliss, he comes up and stretches out next to me, pulling me so we're both on our sides facing each other. I lift my face to his and kiss his wet lips, and another small surge of warmth pools through me when his tongue pushes deep into my mouth and I can taste myself all over him.

"I could lick you all night," he says when we pull away.

"I don't think I can take it anymore," I admit. "That was the most amazing feeling ever."

He lets out a laugh. "I guess the boys don't know what they're doing, huh?"

"I have no idea. All I know is that it was just, like... wow."

He grabs my chin and tilts my face back up to his. "Wait a sec... have you ever done that before?"

Heat rises to my cheeks. Did he really not know that I haven't done anything sexually? Other than just kissing and a little groping?

"Kyra?" he urges.

"No. Nothing like that. I've only kissed a few boys, and then Jason groped me a little... but we never went any further."

He immediately leans up and looks down at me, his face all serious.

"Fuck, Kyra. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what, exactly?" I stammer. "You knew I was a virgin."

He shoves his hand through his hair. "Yeah, but I thought you did some stuff. I'd be going a lot slower with you if I had known that."

"Tor, you just said earlier you didn't want to baby me."

"There's a difference between babying you and slowly easing you into new sexual experiences."

"I don't want you to go slow. I want you to do what you would do with any other woman you're with."

He shakes his head. "Kyra, I can't do that. I want you to have good experiences for all your first times, and I feel like I've totally bulldozed you. The way you responded to me made me think you've done some of this before."

Now I sit up. "You haven't bulldozed me. And I responded to you because it feels right and just seems to be coming naturally. I wanted you to be my everything."

He lays his hand across my bare stomach. "I still would have been. I just would have moved a lot slower, been gentler, and not come on so strong. This is what I meant by coercing."

I shake my head vehemently. "You haven't pushed me or coerced me. I don't want you holding back. Like you said to me earlier, I want us both to just follow our feelings."

He sighs and softens his voice. "I do, too. I'm wicked fuckin' attracted to you, though. I've never felt like this before, and I don't want to be an animal around you if you're not ready for it. That's not fair for you."

"I feel ready, Tor. You turn me on like crazy, too, and all I can think about is that I want more and more of you."

I feel humiliated by this conversation. I want him to see me as a woman and not like a kid or someone who has to be treated delicately. I can tell that he has a ton of pent-up passion in him, and I don't want him to have to stop himself or force himself to slow down. Even though I know he would be doing it out of respect for me, it's not what I want.

I pull my legs up and hug my knees. The last thing I want is him deciding that I'm just too young for him after all, or feeling guilty or uncomfortable about having sex with me. That will never work.

His hand strokes my hair. "Kyra, don't get upset."

"I don't want you to decide you need an older woman because I'm too much work."

He scoffs. "That's just fuckin' crazy talk. Loving you isn't work. I'm not that shallow, and you know it. I don't want to hear you saying things like that."

"I don't want to feel inadequate. I've met your girlfriend, Tor. I've seen you with them—"

"Stop."

He interrupts before I can say any more.

"Don't you dare compare yourself to them."

"It's hard not to. Sydni is gorgeous..."

"Kyra, I can make a list of about a hundred things that make Sydni very ungorgeous. You're beautiful and sexy, and I love who you are as a person. You're the whole package for me. Nobody else has ever come close."

I turn my head to peek at him over my shoulder. "Really?"

"Really."

Oh God. Someday Sydni will know we're together. I can't even imagine what she'll say to me—or to Tor. She'll lose her shit completely. My stomach plummets just thinking about the crazy she'll unleash on us.

"Tor... have you thought about how Sydni will react if and when she finds out about us?"

"I'll handle her."

His tone is clipped, his current distaste for her clear. He nuzzles his face into my neck.

"Let's not worry. Today has been such a great day. I don't want it to end with you upset."

"Me, either."

"Then let's just be happy we're together and go woof down that apple pie you made."

We end up eating the pie in bed, with a can of whipped cream, sharing a fork.