Kyle tastes of salt and musk and sunshine, and he fits in my mouth like we were made to be together. He’s so damn big it’s kind of hard to suck, but I do what I can. Kyle sort of groans and his hips jerk a little, so I figure he’s not complaining any. I pull back a little and run my tongue around the head, licking him like a Popsicle.
“Baby…” he says again, kind of ragged this time. “We should use…”
“Condoms, yeah,” I agree reluctantly, pulling off altogether. I look up at him. I’ve never been to Egypt, but I read once how the pyramids were all built at a precise angle so that when you go up close, they kind of loom over you like brooding giants. I figure they made Kyle from the same mould. He’s a treat for the eyes, but then he pulls me on up and kisses me again, long and slow, and our
