Kyran looks down at me, a sexy grin on his face and passionate look in his eyes. I am in awe with how handsome he is and how gentle he's been with me this whole time. I don't know how the hell I'm the one who ended up on the other side of his text message but I'm grateful for it, because I feel so fucking lucky to be with him right now.
He's my best friend. My soulmate.
“You are truly so fucking beautiful, Wes,” he tells me before gently grabbing my leg and guiding me to wrap it around him.
I blush, of course, because everything he says to me makes me nervous. I wrap my other leg around him and then I hold him close to me by locking my fingers behind his neck. We both look between us to watch his movements; lining himself up with where I need him most.
The anticipation is killing me but as he enters me, everything feels like pure bliss. All of my worries fade. Time stops and it's just him and I tangled in our own web.
“Fuck,” he groans as he slides himself in and I bite my lip; the feeling of him this close is dangerous and exciting and raw and unlike anything I've ever felt before.
My whole body ignites with chills, passion sweeping over me as he wraps his hand around the side of my neck, his thumb grazing my cheek, and then leans in to kiss me.
His thrusts are slow and gentle at first, taking his time to ease himself into me which I appreciate because Kyran's size is unmatched. Every movement makes me feel like I'm free falling into pure euphoria. But after a few moments, our bodies start to move on their own accord, dancing together as we kiss feverishly.
Everything is fucking perfect. The way he’s holding me, the way he’s cherishing me.
The way I feel like I never want to leave his arms. The way he feels as he moves in and out of me, and the way that we feel like the perfect fucking fit. I moan and whimper against his mouth as he thrusts steadily; emotions flooding me as I feel my heat beat in tandem with his movements.
“You feel so fucking good, Weslyn,” Kyran whispers into my ear, kissing my neck there before leaning up to look in my eyes. And that’s when I lose it.
Kyran watches me as I come harder than I ever have, my moans are loud and passionate as my body trembles under him. I dig my nails into the skin of his back, letting my orgasm rip through me as he leans back down and kisses me.
"Just like that, baby. Look at you coming for me, Wes. So fucking pretty."
Everything washes over me in powerful waves as Kyran talks me through my orgasm, crashing against my soul and shattering my resolve. I'm done for. This is his claim on me. I can never be anyone else's. I am his and he is mine.
And then, he lets go. As Kyran comes, he groans into my skin and I tilt my head to kiss his neck, hoping to heighten his release. The way his body moves and reacts does something to me, and I love knowing that we come together. I love knowing that I get this part of him. That I get him at all.
“Jesus,” he whispers with a shudder as he stills his body and presses his forehead to mine.
My heart bursts with how intentional and passionate this was. Even though I know we have so much sexual attraction between us, he allowed us to go slow and take our time, doing exactly what he promised.
He made love to me.
30
Weslyn & Kyran
Saturday, November 30th
2:24pm
How was the flight?
Excruciating. I miss you so much already.
I know. I miss the hell out of you too. I might just book a flight to you next weekend if I feel like I can’t take it.
I would love that, but unlike you. I don’t have a spare room.
Weslyn…
Kyran…
You know you didn’t sleep in the spare room once whileyou stayed with me.
Lol. You’re right. But also, my bed is not nearly as big as yours.
