up the pace and held my hips tighter. My legs were wrapped around his hips in an angle where it hit the spot, taking him deeper inside me.
T hrusting harder, filling me, stretching me, taking as much as he could with no restraint. His penis was undeniably stretching me to its capacity. I couldn’t deny him this…. I couldn’t deny us both, this. Sex with Kyle was always this good when we were together.
So, it was hardly a surprise that we couldn’t help ourselves.
I felt my body and pussy tighten around him , building up slowly for an orgasm. The friction was more intense, fervent and exquisite. I was almost at the tipping point as I felt my body convulse around him as my climax was coming to a close. I held his shoulders—digging my fingers—and screaming hard as I came.
Kyle held my hips harder and plac ed his lips on my neck as he fucked me hard with building intensity, his orgasm trailing close behind me. He screamed my name against my lips, “ Sienna—I love you—it’s always been you ,” as he spilled his seed inside me with one hard thrust of his hips.
Thank god I was on the pill.
Six
We held each other, panting and disoriented. I closed my eyes trying to figure out what had just happened and how I could walk away from the situation without having my pride and heart trampled over.
Deep breaths .
He said he loved me.
He still loves me.
I had so many questions I needed to ask him, but I couldn’t seem to find the strength or the wherewithal to look him in the eye.
I might’ve deluded mysel f that this was over...Could it be possible that it was one of those “you-don’t-realize-what-you-have-until-you’ve-lost it” syndrome? I groaned.
I really am in the shitter.
I slowly opened my eyes and drank him in. His hair and clothes were all disheveled and his eyes seemed to be raging something from deep within. He got up and started to get dressed without even giving me a glance.
Thinking that whatever comeuppance this situation brings, I played a major part in it—so I should hold my head high and act like the mature person that I am.
I sighed.
“Kyle—” I whispered.
He was staring at the window, his back towards me like he was trying to gather his thoughts.
Distant and unreachable.
Why isn’t he talking?
I straightened up my clothes and tried my best to fix my hair with my shaky fingers.
I was nervous and anxious.
I didn’t ask for this, but yet I couldn’t stop or deny myself the opportunity to have him again.
Even for the last time.
Wanting him and him to want me, it was just all too much and yet it was something I couldn’t just walk away from.
Oh, damn it to hell and back.
“Kyle, say something!” I croaked, still, no response. What in God’s name is he playing at?
“Oh! I get it! You just needed to get one last fuck out of your system and now you can just walk away! That’s it, isn’t it?” The feeling of being used was something I had never encountered before and that feeling didn’t sit well with me, especially when the person in question was Kyle.
He moved against the window and the moonlight shadowed behind him, making him appear like he was some sort of dark angel breathtaking to look at.
T his fallen angel was staring back at me—with a carte blanche expression. It gave me an idea of what was to come and for the first time, I was at a loss for words.
Seven
Kyle
God, she’s gorgeous!
Even in her bedraggled state from our crazy romping, she still ha d the ability to take my breath away by just standing there, demanding my attention.
Her skirt was twisted to the other side and not properly fixed, her lips—red and swollen from our lovemaking, her hair disheveled and those beautiful crystal green/gold eyes flashed at me, immobilizing me on the spot from her sheer beauty.
She doesn’t have any clue how she affects me by just one look.
She has this power over me.
She has this effect on most men.
She doesn’t see it, but I knew and saw