and sucked on my neck. I moaned softly, in total
ecstasy.
His lips found mine again, but more aggressively than before. He pul ed away again and kneeled before me. While staring up into my eyes, he
slowly eased my dress up over my thighs. He tugged on my panties and I stepped out of them. His fingers found me moist and wil ing and ready.
Without much trying on his part, I had an orgasm that almost made me fal over.
I thought he would stand up then, but when I felt his tongue on me I thought I was going to lose my mind. When he final y stood up he kissed me
deeply. Without taking his lips from mine, he pul ed my dress up again. While he held it up, I undid his pants and reached inside. He moaned into
my mouth as I stroked him.
Suddenly, he stopped kissing me, adjusted himself with one hand while holding my dress up stil with the other. In one fluid movement, he put
his hands under my ass, lifted me up and then entered me. I gave a short shriek and wrapped my legs and arms around him.
Even though my parents were right upstairs, I couldn't help myself. I moaned and cried out. The faster and harder he went, the louder I got. My
butt was up against the counter getting bruised, but I didn't care.
He grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to kiss him. He stopped kissing me, but tilted my head back so he could kiss my neck. He
suddenly groaned real y deep which sent me upward toward another climax.
"I love you, I love you," Kyle groaned into my neck. I started to scream as I came and he quickly covered my mouth with his to muffle it.
After a quiet minute with no sounds but the two of us trying to catch our breaths, I untangled myself from him and he eased me back onto my
feet.
I didn't know what to say or do. I stood where Kyle left me while he fixed his clothes. He had said he loved me, but that could have been just in
the heat of the moment and maybe had no real meaning, but he had never said it before.
I was real y too tired to think about it. I was tired before we started but now I was almost completely drained.
I could feel my hair on my neck, knowing that most of it had fal en out of the french rol . I knew it was real y a mess and I wondered what Jessyca
would say about it now.
I didn't know if it was because I was overly tired or slightly off balanced, but imagining Jess's face if she saw my hair and me knowing how it got
that way made me giggle. Once I started, I almost couldn't stop. Kyle looked at me as if I had completely come unhinged.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, bewildered.
"Nothing. I guess I'm just delirious because I'm so tired and worn out." I said after I managed to stop.
He raised his eyebrows, but he looked worn out, too. His eyes were red and sagging and he kept rubbing them.
"If you're too tired to go home, you can crash in Emmet's old room," I suggested. I stil didn't know what else to say, how to address what just
happened.
He looked at me blankly, as if he had not understood. Then he blinked hard and seemed to get it.
"Thanks. I appreciate that. I can't keep my eyes open much longer."
"I have to take my parents to the airport in a few hours, but you can sleep as long as you like."
Kyle fol owed me out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I walked him to Emmet's room and turned on the light for him.
"Goodnight," I said, about to walk out the door, but he stopped me and kissed me.
"Goodnight." He said after releasing me.
I went to my bedroom with a crooked smile. I was feeling feverish and achy, probably from our sexcapades in the kitchen. I took a quick shower
and then crawled into bed, real y wanting to think about Kyle and imagine what wil happen next, but a nagging guilt was building. Luke came to
mind, and even though we never claimed to be that serious, it stil felt like cheating. That was something else for me to ponder, but my brain was
feeling rather murky. I had a long day and long night. A good night's sleep should help.
Chapter Thirteen
When I woke up in