"What are you talking about?" He looks frustrated, as if he genuinely doesn't understand what I am talking about. Then he inhales deeply and then adds quietly, "Kylie, you smell like heaven, you always did."
He takes a step toward me, and I start shaking.
What did he just say?
"You're beautiful, Kylie," he continues and takes one more step, "just like you always were, but now I..." he stops and looks down at the ground as if he's ashamed to tell me something. "Kylie, I just can't...I can't..."
"What?" I insist, although I see how hard it is for him to speak.
But I want him to admit it. I need to know how he feels, so I won't expect something that will never happen.
"I can't touch you because I'm getting hard each time I do!" he replies loudly, obviously irritated with my assertiveness, and finally looks into my eyes again.
What?!
Did he really just say that?
I look at him with disbelief.
"Each time you touch me, my dick is starting to dance in my pants, and I don't know what to do with it," he continues, quieter this time. "I can't even look at you without getting hard, but when I touch you..." he inhales deeply, "It’s like my body stops belonging to me. It belongsto you.I'm afraid of what I might do to you if we don't stop touching each other."
My eyes finally dry, and I can see clearly that he's telling the truth. I also realize that my mouth was slightly open while he was speaking.
So that's what he's ashamed of, that he might do something stupid, something I wouldn't want him to do.
But I do.I want him to touch me. I do want him to get hard for me. I've dreamt about it my whole life.
I take a step closer and put my hands on his chest, pressing my belly to his torso. I feel his dick jump inside of his jeans.
He's stiff again. He’s hard for me.
"What if I don't want you to stop?" I whisper hoarsely, brushing my hands over his chest.
Chapter Eight
Tyler
What is going on? Is Kylie Thompson really touching my abs right now, or am I still dreaming? Maybe she didn't come back from Africa yet, and this whole scene is just a part of my imagination?
I had so many dreams about her that I can't even count them.
When her hand slowly slides under my shirt, and her warm, soft fingers start stroking my abs, I realize that I'm lost.
Of course I was expecting her to melt in my arms after seeing what I've prepared for our reunion. Of course I was dreaming about this night alone with her for forever.
But I'm still pretty shocked this is finally happening.
For real.
I take her chin between my fingers and press my lips to hers in a soft, tender, barely touchable kiss.
She doesn't hesitate like she did the other three times I tried to kiss her; this time, she opens her mouth for me, parting her lips and letting me deepen the kiss.
I'm dead and going straight to heaven, and she's the angel who’s showing me the way.
Her lips are warm and soft, full and welcoming as I slightly bite the lower one with my teeth, and she moans.
Kylie brushes her arms lower, to my jeans, and when her hand starts unbuckling my belt, I realize that I can't take it any longer.