Sleeping Beauty A Novelette Page 3

  Thinking about him brought all of my new sexual feelings right back up to the surface. I closed my eyes and remembered the feeling of Kyle’s lips on my skin. My pussy came to life as if I had flipped a switch. I imagined his mouth on my breast without my nightshirt in the way. I could almost feel the heat of his body against me. For the second time in twelve hours I found my fingers gravitating to my clit, but this time I was able to take my time as I stroked up and down. I pinched my nipple, just to spread the feelings out. My muscles clenched and my hand moved faster before I felt the first wave of my orgasm rip through me. I bit down on my lip to keep any sound from eking out, and pressed my finger hard on my nub before I let myself go. For the first time in weeks, I dozed off without the pressing feeling of thwarted longing dogging my every breath. It felt wonderful, but there was still something missing.

  I had just gotten into deep sleep when my phone rang. I grabbed it up and saw that it was Kyle. I answered on the first ring.

  “Kyle?”

  “Hey Addalee. Sorry I didn’t call you earlier, I got tied up at the office.”

  “No problem. I just wanted to let you know I was out of the hospital. I’m at Mom’s.”

  “How are you feeling?” His words seemed to hold a wealth of meaning. I didn’t know if I should apologize for last night or pretend it didn’t happen. I chose to pretend.

  “I’m a lot better. I’m walking easier and I’m actually able to use my arms.”

  “That’s great.”

  Cripes. This was awkward. This wasn’t what I imagined at all.

  “I’m going back to my apartment tomorrow. I was wondering if you wanted to come by after work. Maybe order a pizza.”

  “Sure. That sounds fine, but are you up to it?” Was he trying to blow me off?

  “Yep. I feel as good as new.” I actually felt better than new. It was as if my blinders were finally off as far as Kyle was concerned. “Six o’clock?”

  “I’ll be there.” He didn’t say anything for a bit, and I thought he might have disconnected, but before I could put the phone down I heard my name. “Addie?”

  “Yes?” I sounded breathless.

  “I’m looking forward to it.” Oh. My. God. His voice sounded almost seductive. My heart started thumping furiously.

  “Me too.” We hung up and I pressed the phone to my chest. This was crazy. Did he mean to put that sexy tone in his words? I replayed our short conversation over and over before I fell back asleep, and it was the first thing on my mind when I woke up.

  Mom took me out for a burger before taking me to my apartment. She wanted me to stay with her longer, but I told her I needed my own bed and my own things. It wasn’t like I could seduce Kyle at my mother’s house.

  I called Lola as soon as my mother left and told her I needed her to come ASAP. She buzzed my door twenty minutes later.

  “Lola, I need your help.” I grabbed her arm and pulled her into the living room.

  “What in the world is going on? I burned the roof of my mouth with my lasagna so that I could get over here. What happened?”

  “Nothing yet. I need to look sexy.” She went through men like tissues, and for some reason that I never understood, they always parted on good terms. I didn’t know her secret, but I was going to make her tell me, the getting, not the parting.

  “Hey, your hair looks great!” I felt a surge of pleasure at her compliment. I don’t know why the hell I had been so stubborn about getting it cut.

  “Thanks, but does it look sexy?”

  “Who are you trying to look sexy for?”

  I paused for a second, but I wasn’t going to lie. “Kyle.”

  “Kyle? Our Kyle?” I wanted to scream “My Kyle,” but the truth was, he wasn’t my Kyle—yet. I nodded and felt myself blush as she looked at me curiously. “Why?”

  “Why do you think?” She didn’t say anything so I felt compelled to explain. “He’s sweet and smart and funny. Plus, I woke up and realized he’s hot.”

  Lola looked at me like I was crazy. “Kyle Griffin?”

  “Yes! Why do you keep saying that like you can’t believe it? He’s all of those things.”

  “Since when do you think he looks hot? He cuts his hair too short, he wears dorky clothes, even his glasses aren’t the sexy kind. Don’t get me wrong, I think he’s an awesome person. He’s just not hot.”

  I felt outrage on Kyle’s behalf. Why was Lola so focused on his outer shell? So he wore too much khaki and his hair was cut short, he was a busy doctor; he couldn’t spend all day primping. Anyway, I didn’t want to be with someone who spent more time on his appearance than I did. Plus, he had a wonderful, sexy voice. He had the kind of voice I could listen to all day long. He was perfect for me.

  “Are you going to help me or not?”

  “Calm down. Of course I’ll help you. I’m just trying to process. So what are you going for-sexy librarian, sultry siren? Are you planning long term or a one-off?”

  “Yes. All of that.” I thought of showing up at story time, reading to preschoolers with my boobs spilling out of a too-tight shirt. Maybe not. “Well, how about just for today. I invited him for dinner tonight. I want him to see me and drool.”

  Lola nodded. “No problem. That’s my specialty.” She worked as a bartender at a high end gentleman’s club downtown. Looking sexy was how she made her money. “Do you need something to wear?”

  I shook my head. “I was thinking about the black nightie you talked me into buying.”

  “Whoa. You’re pulling out the big guns.” I nodded. She got it. “Oh, I have the perfect shoes. Remember those red heels I bought online? I still haven’t worn them. They have “fuck me” written all over them.” Her words made me cringe, but that was the sentiment I was going for; I might as well be sure he didn’t misunderstand.

  She spent the afternoon getting me ready for my debut as a sex kitten. By the time she left to get herself dressed for work I hardly recognized myself. As soon as I was alone I wanted to chicken out and pull on some jeans, but she had helped me come up with a plan of action. I just had to have the courage to go through with

  Chapter Three

  As six o’clock approached so did my nervousness. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to pull this off, but when I heard the buzzer, it was too late to change my mind. I had been lying across the bed on my stomach with one of my erotic novels open. I wasn’t reading it, I was already aroused enough, but I had staged the scene and there was no time to abort the mission.

  “Come on in!” My heart was thundering in my ears and I held my breath as the door opened then closed with a quiet click. I stayed still, resting on my elbows and pretending to read, waiting for him to discover me.

  “Addalee?”

  “In here.” Crap. The plan was already off track. He was supposed to come upon my sexy lounging pose on his own. Then I was going to look up all surprised to find him staring at the goods. Now it would look even more staged than before. I pushed myself up to my hands and knees just as I saw Kyle appear in my bedroom doorway.

  “Did I come at a bad time?” I noticed he was checking out my boobs so I tightened up my chest muscles in hopes that it would show off my cleavage. He was practically drooling (the entire point of the exercise) and I looked down to check what he saw, but the way the fabric drooped left my breasts completely exposed. Oops. I flopped back down, safely covering the girls.

  “No, of course not. I was just catching up on some reading.”

  I saw him swallow when he realized that I knew he was coming over and still dressed like this.

  He didn’t say anything and I was stuck for what to do next. This was the point where Lola said things were going to happen naturally, but there was nothing natural about me lying on the bed wearing see-through lingerie and red heels. I took a deep breath to give me the courage to get up and give Kyle “the show.” I had never been so thankful to have the tiny coverage of a thong; the two inches of fabric was a blessing as I rolled over and got off of
the bed as gracefully as I could.

  The look on his face told me that Kyle liked what he saw. He was still standing in the doorway, but for the first time I noticed a small paper bag in his hand. I motioned to the bag. “What’s that?”

  “It’s, uh, the triple chocolate frozen yogurt you like.” He thrust the bag forward as I made my way carefully towards him in the freakishly high heels. His eyes were darting in every direction but at me, and I noticed a flush developing on his neck. I wondered if it was from desire or embarrassment, but since he wasn’t actually looking at me, I had to go with embarrassment. Suddenly my plan of seduction seemed like the stupidest thing I had ever done. Being sexy didn’t come naturally to me and I took the opportunity to snatch my flowered satin robe off of the hook on the back of the door.

  Kyle was still holding the yogurt in front of him like a shield, but I noticed his eyes were now glued to my boobs which were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. I smiled to myself as I belted the robe before kicking off the heels. My balance improved immediately and I reached out for the bag.

  “Let me get this to the freezer.” He handed me the package and backed out of my room to let me pass. I tried to walk as normally as I could towards my kitchen, but since I knew Kyle was watching me I put a little swing into my step. In the kitchen I took a few seconds to get my breathing back under control before going back out. Kyle was standing in the middle of the room looking like he was about to bolt.

  “Do you want a drink?”

  “Sure. That would be good.”

  “Water, soda, or wine?”

  “Wine. Definitely wine.”

  I turned back to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of red off of the rack on the counter. The wine would be the liquid courage that I needed. I had read hundreds of books that covered this situation in detail, but for some reason, I couldn’t get my brain to make myself act in the way that those fictional women did. It wasn’t natural and those guys weren’t Kyle. This was ridiculous. If I wanted anything to happen I had to put it out there.

  “Kyle, could you give me a hand?”

  He was next to me in three seconds. I realized he was wearing jeans instead of khakis. That meant he must have gone home to change after work. I appreciated the more laid back look, and the denim fit his body like a glove, giving me a chance to ogle him.

  “What do you need?”

  I blinked a couple of times before screwing up my nerve and taking the plunge. “You.”

  His eyes seemed to darken as my meaning became clear, but they held a silent question. I nodded before I could change my mind.

  He took the bottle out of my hand and put it on the counter with a thud. Without a word he hooked his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me close, while he lowered his head and his lips met mine. Finally! It felt like I had been waiting for this moment forever. He kissed me deeply and for a moment it was as if we were the only two people in the entire world. I forgot everything but the feeling of his mouth as it plundered mine.

  Holy fuck, this was Kyle. How had I never realized that his scent was so intoxicating? I ran my hands down his back and under his tee shirt and felt a shudder roll through him. How could I not have noticed how hard his muscles were? I felt like I was finally waking from a spell. I pressed myself against him and felt his bulge against my stomach. He groaned, and his hands, which had been cradling my face, dropped down to my ass and scooped me up. I curled my legs around him and threw my arms around his neck without our lips ever separating.

  He carried me out of the kitchen and back into my bedroom and set me down on the bed. I reached up and took his glasses off, setting them on my table. The clacking on the wood seemed to resonate through the room and I had a split second of fear that he would come to his senses and leave me sitting alone again, but instead of retreating he lurched forward and pressed me back onto the mattress, running his hand from the back of my knee to my upper thigh.

  “You are so beautiful.” I guess Lola’s makeover worked. “I have wanted to be with you like this for so long.” What? Before I could ask him how long he had felt this way, his mouth caught mine again and his fingers moved from my thigh to my barely covered pussy. I was already soaking wet, and I shuddered as he slipped under the fabric and between my folds.

  I caught my breath when he slid his finger up to my clit and back down, dipping into the moisture and sliding back to my nub. I was already about to come, I had been on the cusp of an orgasm for what seemed like weeks, but I didn’t want it to happen like this; with Kyle fully dressed and me on the receiving end of everything. I pressed my hands to his chest and rolled him from his side to his back.

  “Do you want me to stop?” his voice was heavy with disappointment.

  “No! I just want to do things to you, too.”

  He looked relieved then surprised when I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up. Unfortunately, it got stuck on his head and upper arms and he had to finish pulling it off himself. I looked down at his straining jeans and made quick work of the snap and zipper before wiggling them down his legs. His cock sprang up, practically screaming “Look at me!” and I reached out to touch him, my fingers closing around his shaft.

  His body jerked when I slid my hand down to his base and used my other to cup his balls. His breath was coming faster and faster, and watching his face as I stroked his cock made me feel like a powerful sex goddess, like someone who could bring a man to his knees with a single touch.

  I bent forward and captured him with my lips, using my tongue to lick the smooth skin. I moved my mouth and hand in tandem, dragging my teeth up over his shaft before sucking back his entire length. I could taste his saltiness and I felt his balls tighten a second before he pulled me off of him. “Stop. I’m about to explode.”

  “That’s the point.”

  He shook his head. “Not yet. I want to kiss you. To taste you.”

  Thank you, thank you, thank you! Feeling emboldened by his words, I pulled the tie of my robe loose and let the fabric part. My nipples were so stiff the points were straining against the lace of my negligee. Kyle dragged me from his side and placed me on top of him, leaning forward to suck a peak into his mouth as his hand covered my other breast, rolling my nipple almost painfully between his fingers. It sent an arrow of sensation straight to my womb and caused me to grip his sides with my thighs. He leaned back onto the bed and untied the ribbon holding the front of my nightie together. My breasts spilled out, bare to his gaze.

  I closed my eyes as he took me by the waist and moved me down so that my pussy was directly on his dick, rubbing back and forth across my wet slit.

  “Kyle, I want you inside of me.” I shrugged the robe and nightie off my shoulders and crawled off of him and back on my feet so that I could take off my thong. I felt shy and exposed as I shimmied the scrap of fabric over my hips and let it fall to the floor. Kyle was watching me, but I knew he was having trouble focusing without his glasses. I think that’s what gave me the courage to lean forward, close to his cock, and drag myself up his body. I had barely gotten my boobs level with his chest when he flipped me over in a move that reminded me of a wrestler and I found myself flat on my back with the length of his body pressed against me.

  The skin on skin contact had my pussy weeping to be filled, but instead of pushing into me he trailed kisses down my stomach and over my mound. When his lips found my clit, he opened his mouth and used his tongue to graze my oversensitive bud.

  “Please, please.” My voice sounded hoarse as I begged him for release. His fingers were suddenly at my entrance and I felt him slide one, then two fingers inside and curl against my sweet spot while his tongue worked my clit. When he sucked it into his mouth I lost it, gripping his head to hold it to me while my body was wracked with an orgasm so powerful that I actually saw stars behind my eyelids. I released my hold on his hair and he sat up and opened my bedside table.

  Shit. “I don’t have any condoms,” I said a second before he pulled out a shiny w
rapper. Where the hell did that come from? I was curious but thankful and I watched with pleasure as he rolled it over his length and moved back over me.

  As he held himself above me I wanted to blurt out that I loved him, but I wisely kept my mouth shut. I forced my eyes to stay open as I felt him nudge my opening, and gasped when he thrust forward, filling me. My hands grabbed his arms, braced beside my head, and I held on as he slowly pulled back and plunged into me again and again. I could feel his muscles straining and I dug my fingers into his flesh as I tried to hold off my mounting orgasm, seeking to meet his thrusts with my hips.

  He upped his tempo and I started chanting “Yes, yes, yes,” as I reached my breaking point. “Fuck me hard.” I don’t know where the words came from, I had certainly never uttered them to a man before, but he followed my directive and slammed into me. I couldn’t hold my climax any longer and I cried out. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations.

  “No, look at me.” I forced my lids open and met his eyes. A second later his face tightened and he pushed into me hard, one last time before he came. He collapsed on top of me as we got our breathing back to normal. He buried his face in the curve of my neck.

  “I love you, Addie.” He said it so quietly that it took me a second to be sure that I heard the words and didn’t imagine them, but his body had stilled as if waiting for me to acknowledge him so I knew it was real.

  “Kyle? What?” My heart started beating even faster and I tried to turn my head to look at him.

  He rolled us to our sides and pulled his head back, giving me a good look at his face. “I love you, Addalee. Your accident was the scariest thing I’ve ever been through and I promised myself that when you woke up I was finally going to tell you. I don’t want to be just friends, I want it all. I want you.”