The Flyer

CHAPTER 38: Racing Mind & Thundering Heart

CHAPTER 38: Racing Mind & Thundering Heart

Kyle's POV

She was obviously getting more comfortable with me and I liked that. Not only had she almost gotten naked, but she'd gotten in the shower with me and let me touch her. Not fully to what I would've wanted, but then again, teasing myself had been nice. And her body's response had been enjoyable.

And when I spanked her,her face had been priceless. I'd startled her. And when she moaned... Oh my God... I honestly feared she'd make me hard all over again. That's why I'd pulled her to me. So I could breathe and get my shit together.

I felt her body move as she took in shallow breaths. I figured mine were as agitated as hers- if not more.

Then, when I fisted my fingers in her hair and her body seemed to relax, I almost lost it. She was small and the way she fit against my body... I loved it. I wanted to lie down next to her and have her snuggle against me.

I leave the bathroom, dry myself, and put on some jeans. I walk back to her and pat her dry. Then I wrap her in the towel and lift her up. She was quiet as we left the bathroom and entered my room.

I kiss her forehead and drape her over my shoulder and with my free hand, I start to pull the duvet covers off of my bed. It takes me a while, but I finally pull them off completely. Then I gently lay her down on the bed and I lay down next to her so that we're facing each other. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close to me.

"Why'd you mess up your bed?" She asks.

"I didn't want you to lay on the covers."

She looks at me, confused.

I smile. "I had sex, remember?"

She turns pink. "Oh, right."

I twirl a strand of her hair in my finger. "Didn't want you on dirty stuff."

She smiles a small smile. It's cute.

I kiss her and she kisses me back. I pull her even closer to me and press her against me as much as I possibly can. My lips kiss down to her neck and then her breasts where my tongue runs along her areola causing her back to arch. Her underwear is wet from the shower and she's wetting my jeans, but I don't care. I begin to suck on her nipple and I fist my fingers in her hair then I bring my lips to hers and kiss her roughly adding my tongue to the mix.

The desire to touch her is surreal.

She breaks away from the kiss and saliva drips slightly from her lips. I watch intently as she catches her breath. She looks gorgeous.

"Can I touch you?"

"You already have," she breathes, "You don't really have to ask."

I smile and kiss her jaw. I move her so that her back is on the mattress and I'm hovering on top of her with her legs are spread open on either side of me. "I meant somewhere else." I wrap my fingers around one of her thighs and squeeze.

Her face flushes. "N-no."

My thumb runs circles in her inner thigh. "It doesn't have to be direct contact," I try.

Her lips part. I wait, but she doesn't say anything.

"I can touch you," I murmur, "like this." I move my hand from her thigh and I swipe two of my fingers between her legs just over her underwear.

She gasps and her body jumps up slightly.

"I'm not directly touching you, but you can still feel it strongly, right? Remember when I groped your tits over your shirt earlier? It's the exact same thing... just that you're obviously more sensitive there." I chuckle.

I watch as she bites down on her lip and I take in her flushed and red face. The color was just like I liked it. I keep sliding my fingers up and down against her underwear and her body quivers. She lets out this breathless sort of moan and her eyes close.

Fuck.

I bring my mouth to hers and she eagerly responds. "Let me actually touch you, baby. Please," I groan against her lips. My heart is thumping quickly and my body's hot. I needed to fucken touch her.

She makes a sound and I can't tell if she means yes or no. I take in the way her back arches and how she's pushing her hips onto my fingers as I continue to swipe them up and down.

What if I was actually touching her? Would she shove herself against my fingers, too? That would only cause more intensity and cause her to react more. Oh fuck. The visual image in my mind was killing me.

I hastily slip my fingers inside her underwear and touch her outer lips. She squirms, then mumbles something unintelligible as her fingers fist into the comforter. I run my tongue from her navel to her sternum and she moans softly. When she seems more relaxed I  sweep my fingers slightly past her outer lips and I rub against her walls. She's wet and I don't mean because of the shower.

Fuck.

I keep rubbing my fingers against her walls then I slide up to her clitoris. I make small circles at a very slow and gentle pace and she cries out. It almost sounds like the exotic moan from my dream and it drives me crazy. It's loud and shrill and raw. It's the sexiest sound in the world.

I fist my fingers in her hair and I pull roughly as I bring my mouth to hers and kiss her. My fingers keep running circles around her clit and she fucken moans in my mouth. I have to refrain from actually slipping my fingers inside her.

I unfist my fingers from her hair and I remove my hand from her underwear. I move my body down so that my face is between her legs and although she doesn't protest or say a word, I don't do anything. I find myself unable to react due to my racing mind and thundering heart.

I look at her and she stares right back.

I close my eyes and sigh. I roll away from her and I lie next to her on my back. I catch my breath and I glance at Wendy who's still in the same position but breathing heavily. I lick my lips and look up at the ceiling.

I don't want to say it, but I know I have to. "I think you should go home," I whisper. 

She sits up quickly. "What?"