Three weeks go past
Kyle stood before the T.V. in his bedroom and placed the DVD in its player; he waited for it to load then grabbed the remote and went back to the bed. Naomi was laying on her side waiting for the movie to start; Kyle climbed up behind her and clammed to her back, settled in the same position. He absently kissed her upper arm and gave her the remote.
"Finally, we get to watch Die Hard," she said, pressing play, Kyle smiled and leant his head in his hand.
"Yeah, these are all Cody's though, so I'm supposed to be careful with them."
"I thought twins shared everything?" Naomi asked and Kyle gave a nonchalant shrug that she felt more then saw.
"Yeah, but he's an asshole," Kyle said simply and curled his arm over her stomach. Naomi snorted with laughter.
"You say that about all your brothers."
"Because in most cases it's true," Kyle muttered and hugged her tighter to him, "Cody's cool. I think he only agreed to borrow me them because I said you liked action movies. Now he's cursing the day you met me instead of him."
Naomi chuckled, "he wants a buddy not a girlfriend."
"I got both," Kyle breathed sexily in her ear before capturing her lobe gently between his teeth, Naomi slapped his thigh. Hard. And Kyle was grateful her aim wasn't any higher.
"You know the rules, Kyle!" she admonished sharply, "no heavy petting while in the bedroom! It leads to accidents and accidents lead to matings."
Kyle laughed and kissed the nape of her neck; she arched a little but caught herself before she could moan. Naomi scrambled to get up and away from him, Kyle held fast.
"Okay, okay, I'm stopping," he said quickly, tightening his hold.
"I'll tell your brother," she warned and Kyle hid his smile in her hair. He may occasionally call them assholes but Kyle loved his family for their willingness to simply move over and make room in their lives for Naomi. Each and every member of the family had accepted Naomi, now it was normal to see her walking the hallway of the house or be found sitting watching T.V. with Kyle or Aimee. Dev, especially, had a genuine affection for Naomi and asked Kyle daily about the 'doing it' situation.
Kyle had been the one to lay down the laws for the 'doing it' situation and decided that they wouldn't have sex until they left college. Thanks to his lack of will power, it was left to Naomi to enforce said laws. Kyle couldn't help it. He was throwing wood every time he saw Naomi, each time he walked passed her his hands began to roam and it took her to literally walk from the room for him to stop. Even then he followed her like some idiot cub; trying to get her to sneak off with him so they could just 'spend some time alone'. Naomi quickly found out that spending time alone was dangerous, especially when it was in Kyle's bedroom and she was laying on his sheets. Most of the time Kyle was so tightly strung he worked it off by fighting with his brothers but that just made Naomi want to kiss him better which, being weak willed as he was, Kyle was very inclined to let her.
Naomi couldn't concentrate on the movie, not when the smell of Kyle's cologne was so near and so potent. It made her want to turn and bury her face against his neck and chest. He'd started to drive her crazy too, by rubbing his thumb in small, soft circles over her stomach, his warm thumb kept touching the flesh of her tummy briefly when her shirt moved to the side. Naomi found herself going boneless and the stiffness from her shoulders bled out, until she was laying docile and languid in his arms. Kyle cupped Naomi's jaw in his big palm when he felt her relax, and turned her head to him. She did so automatically, her eyes already shut in expectation of the kiss. Kyle smiled smugly, although there were many things he wanted to do to Naomi, kissing was one of his favourites. He loved kissing her. He liked gently rubbing his lips over hers and feeling them yield. He liked sucking at her lips and tracing the seam of them with his tongue. He liked feeling her mouth open eagerly under his and feeling her hands creep to his hair. He liked her urgency as she sucked on his tongue and her body arched into his and her breasts became firmer and more sensitive when he brought his hands up to cup one. He liked the moan she released when he broke from her lips and trailed kisses hot and hard down her throat until he could bite the fullness of her breast through her shirt.
"Kyle, no," Naomi protested weakly and she gripped his hair, when he responded his voice was muffled slightly against her breast.
"Just on top of the clothes stuff, okay?"
Kyle knew Naomi had relented by the feel of her hands on him. He pulled aside the collar of her shirt and traced his tongue over the lacy seam of her bra; he pulled at the shirt more so it revealed the breast cupped in her white bra. Her nipples were stiffened and pointing through her bra in erotic little peaks that Kyle bent his head to and sucked through the gauzy material. His hands massaged firmly at her ass and thighs that were spread for him, and he lay between them, rubbing her and himself against the hard seam of Naomi's jeans.
"We should stop …"
"Do you want me to?" Kyle asked and bit at her breast that was overflowing her bra, Naomi moaned and Kyle took that as a no, so he carried on. For all her lecturing and high-mindedness with him, Naomi's hand slipped between their bodies and found his hardened sex making him gasp. Kyle threw his head back as he shuddered and thrust himself against her palm, wishing that his jeans weren't between the soft skin of her palm and his erection.
Naomi reared up so she could catch Kyle's mouth in a hot kiss again, she pushed her tongue into his mouth to stop any talk and continued to stroke him as best as she could, which was evidently good enough. Kyle froze.
"Oh crap," Kyle said so seriously that Naomi froze with him and looked at the door to check that they hadn't been caught.
"What?" she asked breathlessly, her lips feeling tingly and wet from their passionate kissing.
"Oh shit!" Kyle cursed and held himself above her, he looked down between them at himself, he closed his eyes tight with mortification. "I think I just come."
Naomi stared at him and watched his cheeks redden.
"Well," she said playfully, her lips twitching, "at least you were having a good time."
Kyle snapped open his eyes but he did not smile or laugh with her and Naomi frowned at him, "what?"
"Are you?" Kyle asked suddenly and sombrely.
"Am I …?"
"Having a good time?"
Naomi opened her mouth and closed it; she wasn't sure how to respond to him. She shrugged, not quite understanding what he meant, "yeah, sure."
That wasn't good enough for Kyle, who felt like a selfish asshole. All this time he'd been allowing her to touch him there, allowing her to stroke him, even if it was through his pants, but what had he given back in return for the pleasure she tried to give him? Nothing.
"Let me make you feel good," Kyle said and lowered himself to kiss her again, Naomi went into the kiss as she always did, but she felt a change in him. It wasn't full of shaking, barely restrained passion, it was slow and tender. Again he left her lips to trail to her neck and back to her breast, this time he was slower then normal and his hands trailed under her shirt to touch the skin of her stomach. She felt his hand go to the button of her jeans and Naomi's eyes popped; she tried to move his hands away, knowing that the pair of them may lose their wits if he did what he was planning on. Kyle ignored her and undid them, Naomi felt her breath catch, he lowered her zipper very slowly and brushed his thumb along the elastic of her panties that peeped out. Kyle pulled back and sat on his heels between her spread legs; he reached with trembling hands to the waist band of her jeans and pulled them down her legs. Naomi could see his body shaking, she didn't know if it was with fear or restraint, either way she found the way he was staring at her panties very arousing and her body bloomed anew for him. Kyle seemed to sense this and he moved to the side of her and stretched out on his side, his eyes never leaving the scrap of white and pink that was her underwear. Kyle moved his hand to her panties and repeated that action of tracing the top elastic, Naomi felt her breathing quicken and though she felt a little bit whorish as she did it, her hips came up off the bed as if she were offering herself to him. Kyle licked his lips and moved his hand down to the soaking crotch of her panties, he cupped her and his palm massaged her mound while his fingers pressed firmly between her legs. Naomi felt heat and arousal bloom over every inch of her skin and she moaned a little, Kyle seemed to like it, because from his throat she could hear faint growling noises as he stared transfixed at his own hand. Kyle turned his head and pressed his lips against hers, his tongue snaking into her mouth, as he did so he lifted his hand so he could wander it under the elastic of her panties. Kyle gasped into her mouth and she into his. He'd never felt a woman so intimately before, it was so different to anything he'd ever felt before, but he knew what he was doing must be right, for she was so wet there. He allowed his fingers to move over her slippery flesh and when he pulled back from her lips, she looked at him with awe, her eyes shining. Her hips moved harder and insistently against his hand even though he hadn't actually penetrated her with his fingers yet.
"Do you feel good?" Kyle asked gutturally, his shaking now most certainly due to restraint. Kyle inhaled deeply and slipped his finger inside her slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt her in anyway. Not that it seemed to, in fact Kyle watched with fascinated delight as Naomi's head began to move from side to side on the pillow. She liked it!
At last he was finding out what he could give her and it made him feel more powerful and manly then anything ever had. He moved his finger slowly in and out, watching Naomi's face as he did so; he withdrew his hand and felt his body grow warm when he heard her breathy protestation. He slipped his hand out and saw that his fingers were coated with her, he eyed his hand with amazement and then turned to Naomi with a big, shit-eating, I'm-the-man grin and tugged her panties down her thighs to her knees. He saw Naomi's face blush and she tried to close her legs but Kyle placed his hand in between them.
"Don't be shy," he whispered to her, he began to rub at her again, Naomi seemed far too embarrassed about her lower half being bare to get back into it, but Kyle continued. Loving the feel of her and his new exploration of her body, she was so perfect.
"You're amazing," he whispered to her, staring in her eyes, he kissed her once, twice, three times before pulling back and watching himself sink two fingers into her. "You're so beautiful."
Naomi snorted disbelievingly and Kyle frowned at her.
"You are," he insisted, wanting her to believe it and know he was telling the truth, "sometimes I think about mating with you so much I have to literally lock myself in here to stop hunting you down. Damn, you're just so … so hot."
"Kyle …" Naomi gasped and now it was Kyle's turn to be embarrassed.
"Am I doing this right?" he whispered to her, Naomi opened her mouth as if she were going to answer but instead let out a breathy moan. "Does this feel okay?"
"Incredible," she whispered and brought her hips up and rocked them against his gently thrusting hand, Kyle felt his erection straining painfully, pulsing furiously in his pants.
"Can I do it harder?"
"Yes!"
Kyle moved his hand faster and thrust his fingers hard into her heat and wetness, suddenly he felt Naomi stiffen and she cried out loud enough for Kyle to laugh and send the door a quick, nervous glance.
"Shh," he chuckled in her ear as he kept his fingers playing, "you'll make my brothers suspicious."
Kyle sucked at her lips and growled when Naomi gripped his hips hard with her hands, he felt his heart rate quicken and his breathing come in pants and fought the urge to mount her.
"I want you now!" he gasped, biting at her shoulder as she writhed under him, her hands fumbled with his flies and sprang his arousal out and into his hands, accompanied with a groan of insatiable lust.
"Kyle!"
There was a pounding on the door and Dev's voice came through, Kyle wanted to roar with frustration, he buried his face in Naomi's neck and his hips of their own violation began working against her beautiful hands.
"Kyle! Damn it, boy!"
"What?" he shouted back and barely bit back a curse when Naomi stroked him, his mouth fell open and he began to breathe heavy through his mouth.
"Cody wants you," Dev shouted back, "then I need you to come downstairs and help out."
Kyle groaned and put his hand on Naomi's, he meant to stop her but her urged them on.
"You hear me!" Dev demanded and Kyle stopped Naomi's hands with a sigh that could have been a sob if he were the type of man to cry at pain.
"I hear you!"
Dev footsteps receded and Kyle stared down into Naomi's eyes, she looked as disappointed as he felt, Kyle leant his forehead against hers.
"I can't keep this up," he said raggedly, "I can't. I need you so badly right now I'm literally shaking. It has to be soon. Even if we end up mated and you know, have to live apart for a while until we finish college. Then we can convince your mother that she likes me still and we'll get married and then we can have as much sex as we like!"
Kyle said this raggedly and between pants, Naomi laughed at him and run a soothing hand down his back. Kyle bounded up off the bed and made to go to the door but he got a full on look of Naomi laying on his bed, her shirt pushed up past her rib cage, her jeans down her ankles and her panties around her knees with her legs splayed. Her core was wet and glistening, Kyle rubbed his mouth and Naomi leant up slowly and began to pull her panties back into place, Kyle groaned and ran for the door.
"Will you hurry up!" Cody whined and Kyle jerked out of his stupor and took his shot at the pool table, Cody clasped his hands together.
"Thank you, God!"
He walked around the table to take his shot and Kyle went back to looking at the bar area. Naomi was leant over the bar so her perfect ass was popped out for him to see, she didn't know he was staring and wasn't doing anything to entice his attention. In fact Naomi had seen him in the middle of the game and hadn't come over to interrupt; she was talking to Serre over the bar and wearing this long brown skirt. Made out of that clingy material that was shaping itself around her ass like shrink wrap, Kyle bit his lip and watched her straighten up she turned slightly and he saw the fullness of her breasts. The light was filtering in behind her and casting beautiful angles to the line of her jaw, and her pretty, long eyelashes, turning her dark hair into liquidy velvet.
"Kyle, why don't you just mate with her," Cody said casually as he took his shot, "you'd be doing everyone a big favour."
"I think I'm going to have to," Kyle whispered dazedly, Naomi glanced over her shoulder in that moment and smiled at him, his breath caught. Behind him Cody snorted with laughter and for once Kyle didn't care, he looked down at his straining erection, he and his buddy needed to get down and dirty with their woman, and it needed to be soon.