Guardian of My Soul by Elizabeth Lapthorne Read Free Book Online

she didn’t pull away. Kyle remained silent and still,
waiting for her to make her mind up. When Sally leaned into the warmth and
strength of his chest he felt a thrill sear though him unlike anything he had
previously experienced.
    “Oh Sal,” he said huskily, his voice thick with need,
arousal and joy. “Why don’t you come up to bed?”
    She turned into him, then tilted her head back so she could
look at his face. Kyle met her gaze and let her look her fill. He didn’t know
what she sought but he hoped she would find it and not shut this blossoming new
experience between them.
    “You’ve never invited me up to your loft,” she replied
softly. Kyle smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek.
    “I wanted the first time you saw it to be our first
time. The first real time we were together,” he explained. “I’ve wanted this
for so long, but you’ve always needed your space and I haven’t wanted to
impinge on that. I don’t think I can hold back any more though, love. I need
you.”
    “I need you too,” she whispered back as her arms wrapped
around his neck. “I’ve wanted you for so very long.”
    Kyle dipped a hand underneath her thighs, lifting her body
and cradling her against his chest. With a small grunt from the effort he
levered himself upward, bringing Sally up with him. She clung sweetly to his
chest, her arms wrapped around his neck.
    Kyle loved the feel of Sally’s skin as it grazed softly over
his mostly naked body. Her arms were warm, the slender muscles strong. At first
glance her body appeared almost too skinny, but she was built on lithe lines.
    Shifting her in his arms, he enjoyed the feel of her pressed
tightly against his body. Her head fit perfectly into the curve of his neck,
her cheek warm against his sensitive skin. Finding a comfortable position with
Sally curled up against his chest, Kyle crossed the living room and made his
way to the loft.
    Carrying Sally with little effort he climbed nimbly up to
his bedroom, barely breathing hard with the exertion. Loath to release her,
Kyle let his fingers trace the silky length of her thigh as he stood next to
his bed. Sally lifted her head with a small chuckle, the sensitive area
obviously ticklish.
    “You’ve caught me out,” she chortled.
    Kyle dipped his head and captured her lips with his, a
heated thrill rushing through his chest and down to his cock at the pleasure
such a simple gesture gave him. Until now the act of kissing her whenever he
pleased was over the invisible line they had drawn. Every now and then, one or
the other of them would brush their lips in a chaste kiss to console or
sympathize, but this hot, intimate kiss broke new ground between them.
    The faint, floral scent of violets surrounded him and Kyle’s
cock lengthened beneath his boxer briefs. Sally moaned and he took advantage of
her lips parting. Slickly his tongue dived inside the wet heat of her mouth and
he tangled his tongue around hers. Erotically they toyed and parried with each
other, the taste of her sweetly enticing.
    Sally shifted in his hands, her body turning closer toward him,
her hips shifting restlessly. Unable to resist as all his walls and barriers
came crumbling down, Kyle dipped the fingers of one hand beneath her silky
sleeping shorts and found her naked beneath. Her pussy lips were full and warm,
slickly wet with the juices of her desire.
    Moaning, Kyle thrust one finger deeply inside her wet
opening. Sally arched in his arms, a pleased groan escaping her lips and
vibrating against his mouth. Thick lust filled her tone and her pleasure was
evident to him. They could read each other clearly, their long years of
friendship and partnership standing in good stead.
    “Kyle,” Sally panted, the single word a benediction upon her
lips. Kyle felt as if he could hear her moan his name forever. The tone of her
voice was ambrosia to him.
    He climbed up onto the large expanse of his bed and
tenderly, as if she were made of glass and would shatter