Page 35 of Lights, Camera, Love
Kye pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he stares down at me, and because I feel brave and beautiful around him, I let one leg fall wider open.
His Adam’s apple bobs and his eyes scorch as he brings two fingertips to my centre.
He drags them against my wet skin, then brings them to his lips and sucks, moaning lightly around his fingers.
My head digs into the mattress, and I look up at him through dazed eyes as he does it again.
His thumb strokes over that perfect spot between my thighs, and two of his fingers push deep inside me until I cry out.
The soul beats of the music gently thump through the room, and my hips begin moving around his hand.
Making little rasps of pleasure, even though he’s the one touching me, he curves and twists his fingers until, one by one, my nerves catch alight in a fast-moving trail of fire.
Without warning, I crest over a mountain and tumble into a sea of molten ecstasy.
Kye bends to kiss me through my climax, and when the waves of pleasure have subsided, I sit up and slide my hand inside his boxer briefs, taking hold of his rock-solid length.
He bites down on a groan as I glide my fingers up and down, a little divot forming between his brows.
His boxers are getting in the way, so I haul them down over his thighs and off his legs.
He threads our fingers, brings my palm to his mouth and kisses it. Then, he tugs me over the top of him.
I squeal at the sudden movement, and we chuckle against each other’s lips while his arms lock around my lower back.
Our hips writhe together and our hands move all over each other; I can’t stop touching him.
The desperate, wanton ache is filling my body again, taking hold of me.
Before I know what I’m doing, I roll onto my stomach and arch my back.
Kye murmurs a low sound of approval and shifts behind me, sitting back on his haunches and caressing his palms over my backside. I can feel the heaviness of his gaze on me.
‘ Fuck , Evie,’ he says through gritted teeth, and I push back against him until his thighs are flush with the backs of mine. ‘What do you want?’ he asks as his length rubs against my very core. ‘You want me deep inside you?’ Punching his hips forward, he wrings a moan from my throat.
‘ Yes ,’ I reply in a shallow breath. God, yes. ‘Do you have a condom?’
He leans down to place a kiss between my shoulder blades, and then cold air envelops my skin as he climbs off the bed. I miss him already.
Turning my cheek to the mattress, I hear him digging through his wallet and tearing open a packet. Within moments, he’s back on the bed behind me, his warm chest moulding to my back. He takes hold of my cheek, tipping my face to his and claiming my mouth with another dizzying kiss.
‘ Mmm ,’ I murmur against his lips. I then shift onto my back so I can wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him in a protective embrace.
Pelvis to pelvis, we grind together, moving to the music—the way we’ve done so many times in dance class, but never like this—until we’re both panting.
When my need for Kye becomes so overpowering that I can hardly see straight, he shoves his hips forward, sinking all the way inside me.
He bites down on his bottom lip with a hiss, and I begin gasping as he drags out and thrusts back in, pulls and pushes, drags and thrusts, pulls and pushes, drags and thrusts—my head falls back as mind-numbing pleasure grips me everywhere.
Kye takes hold of my jaw. ‘Look at me,’ he demands, and my gaze drags back to his. ‘You feel so fucking good, Evie. Can you feel how hard I am in you? How much I want you?’
His pupils are blown, his face is luminous, and I have to kiss him because he’s so raw and beautiful it almost hurts. My palms find his waist, clutching on as I meet his thrusts with my hips, both of us lost to the need for more.
Kye changes position so he’s behind me again.
His hand finds my throat and pulls me upright; he slams his chest against my back.
He folds his other arm around my torso, and while ‘Made for Me’ by Muni Long begins playing softly in the background, he circles our hips together, bumping and grinding.
When I push back against him, he opens a thigh and smacks his hips further forward, thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster, filling my mind with blinding beams of sunlight.
The room feels as if it’s going up in flames, engulfing all my senses. Somehow I end up on top of Kye, and as our fingers lace tightly together, spasms of pleasure begin firing through my body with unyielding force. Bliss spills through his features as he rattles out a series of broken groans.
For a moment, I’m dumbstruck. I don’t think this is normal. I’ve never felt so in tune with someone, so aligned with their being.
Kye rolls onto his back, and I wriggle into his side, planting a smattering of soft, possessive kisses on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around me as he catches his breath and blinks up at the ceiling.
When he sets his gaze back on me, I see it flicker in his eyes—a mix of guilt and fear. Just a flash of it, but it’s there.
I pull his body even closer, enveloping him in my arms and wishing I could reach right into his heart and leave a little note.
You’re allowed to be happy, Kye.
The sun wants to shine on you.
You just have to see past the clouds.