The Boys Who Loved Me - Krista Wolf Page 0,17

her soft brown curls dragged along the surface of my skin. I could feel that hair dancing across my thighs, my stomach, my aching, swollen balls. It was tempting to just arch my back and let go. To erupt fully and completely in her churning, surging mouth. Instead I focused on doing all the things with my tongue I knew she loved. I added a finger, then two. They glistened wonderfully as they glided in and out of her, while I licked up and down through her honey-coated folds using broad strokes of my flat, talented tongue.

Kayla moaned and then moaned again, twisting to escape my grasp as I nibbled on her clit. Then I plunged my tongue back inside, scooping up her delicious nectar. Eating her as hungrily as I’d ever done before, while her mouth moaned and her ass squirmed and her head bobbed up and down on me faster and faster still.

At the penultimate moment I pushed her all the way forward, hearing the obscene ‘pop’ as I left her mouth almost unwillingly. Then I took control of her hips, pulled her back, and guided her glistening entrance straight over my swollen, throbbing head.

“Oh, fuck Luke.”

She moved to shoot down on it, but I held her with my arms locked. I was teasing us both. Letting her shift her hips forward and back, running me through the shallows of her furrow but not piercing that warm beautiful place that would send us both to heaven.

“Tell me you missed me,” I said for no reason.

Kayla flipped her hair back, resting her hands on my thighs. Glancing over her shoulder, her expression was so hot it was molten.

“I’ve missed you.”

She screwed her hips down again, and this time I let go. My shaft disappeared into her inch by glorious inch, the two of us letting out a long, simultaneous sigh as I sank into her for the first time in way, way too fucking long.

H—Holy fuck…

She felt white-hot on the inside, like an exploding star. So incredibly wet and tight and wonderful, I could barely keep myself from losing it.

“Luke…”

I screwed her slowly, getting a feel for her again. Her fingernails dug into my thighs as she rode me up and down.

“My God, Luke…”

And she kept saying my name. Saying it with that soft, breathless voice, the sex voice, the voice she only spoke when I was deep inside her. Kayla’s ass looked even better than I remembered it; more well-rounded and womanly but still tight and beautiful. She leaned all the way forward, walking her way down my legs. When I broke from the trance of watching myself disappear in and out of her, I realized exactly what she wanted.

Doubling my legs beneath me, I pushed her forward until she was flat then positioned a pillow beneath her stomach. The sun kissed the skin of her naked back perfectly at this angle. With her hair spilling out in every direction, she looked like a golden goddess.

“Baby…”

It was a word reserved only for her. A word I hadn’t called any other girlfriend, or anyone I’d dated. Right now I whispered the word into her ear as I laid down on her back, guiding myself back inside. I slid in easily, gliding deep into her belly. Kayla gasped sharply and tensed up, but only for a second.

“Ohhhh… baby,” I moaned, as I began pumping away.

Slowly she folded her arms in front of her, laying her chin back down in her hands. She was comfortable. Content. Lost in a rapturous dream, as I began rocking myself forward and back.

I continued making love to her, skin against skin. Pushing up on my elbows to keep my weight off her back, while kissing her neck. Kayla gasped, and a shockwave of goosebumps broke out all along the whole side of her body. Her hand sifted into my hair, her fingers curling into a fist as she drew me closer, tighter, even further inside.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed, her lips plump and wet and full. She squeezed me hard as I went back to kissing her neck.

“Don’t stop until you’ve finished inside me.”

Thirteen

KAYLA

He was so big and hard inside me every ounce of my being was ready to explode. The only thing holding it back was me, prolonging that moment. Keeping myself on the edge for as long as possible, only it was virtually impossible, because now he was calling me ‘baby’ again.

Kayla, be careful.

I’d loved Warren for as long as I could remember, and