Page 32 of Insta Bride

“Why?”

“Because I want to know that you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you.”

I didn’t answer. At least, not with words.

I reached up and let my lips brush against his. Kye let me set the pace for the first few moments until my tongue hungered for him. He swept the inside of my mouth and then as I pressed forward, I felt his hands drop. To my shoulders, down my arms until he rested on my hips. It was as if he knew my lips weren’t going anywhere and he wanted our hips to enjoy the music.

Our dancing evolved into romantic seduction as the slow beat stilled my nerves. I couldn’t even remember why I thought this might be a bad idea.

Kye was beautiful.

Kye had a body made for sin.

I wanted to be sinful, with him.

When Kye used each beat to dance us closer to the bed, it felt natural.

It felt normal.

I felt as if I’d spent my entire life waiting for this moment.

He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a string of condoms and put them to the side of the bed, within easy reach.

“Confident much?” I giggled, thinking no man could go through that many in one night.

“I don’t want to waste any time.”

And he didn’t.

He found my wetness with his fingers and teased around my body.

“Stop,” I said, and he bucked to a stop.

“What?” His face and voice full of pain. Good. That’s how I’d felt every time he looked at or flirted with another woman. “But I thought—”

“No.” I quickly removed my dress, bra, and panties before lying back down. Confidently naked amidst flowers. If only I had a camera, this could be a moment I’d want to remember forever. “You said I had to tell you if I wanted you to kiss me.” I paused, giving him a second to catch up.

“Kye,” I used my sweetest voice, “I want you to kiss me here—” I pointed to my breasts. “Here—” I trailed my fingers down to my stomach. “Here—” My inner thigh. “Here, here, here, here.”

I had to hand it to Kye, he recovered quickly and removed his clothes before I’d gotten to my favorite place to be kissed.

His body glistened in the candlelight. He was exquisite. Yes, I’d seen him down at the pool in shorts, but this time I not only had permission to stare, but it also became my duty to find out what secrets he held.

“How do you want to do this, first?”

“Hmm?” I couldn’t concentrate when his abs looked like they wanted someone to count them—okay, I wanted to make sure they were real and not inked.

“How do you want it first?” He lay down alongside me. One arm draping over my body. “Do you want this?” He found my spare hand and wrapped it around his long, thick, cock. I loved how he twitched as my thumb caressed the long vein.

“Or do you want this?” He leaned across and gently licked his way around a nipple.

“Or this,” he looked up from my breast before teasing his spare hand between my legs.

I held his throbbing cock, which was crying for attention, while Kye mouthed around my breast and then his fingers did more than just tease at my entrance. Two? Three? I couldn’t count.

“I want you to kiss me,” I moaned. “Like you did that first time. I want you to kiss me as if you mean it.”

“Elena,” he said, looking up puzzled. “I’ve never meant it more than when I kissed you.”