His words and the desperation in his tone as he says them brings a lump of emotion to my throat, making it hard for me to form a full sentence, so I just nod, biting on my lip to keep it from trembling.
Killian’s smile is full of relief. “Good.” He lays back down, resuming his position of big spoon and my body finally relaxes in his hold as I exhale a deep breath.
As much as I felt the slightest pang of disappointment when he didn’t make a move to take things any further, I’m also grateful for his decision. We made the mistake of using sex to avoid talking about our problems before and we all know how that turned out, so this is good.
I adjust my pillow and snuggle deeper into his hold, making myself comfortable. Only, when I curl one of my legs upward, it completely shifts the position of Killian’s cock, that has been resting against me. Our lack of clothing becomes painfully obvious when the hardened length slides down and nestles itself right between my thighs.
Yup. This is good.
We’renotusing sex to avoid our problems.
We are not using sex to avoid our problems.
But he’ssoclose. If I shifted my hips just so, he would be fully sheathed inside of me. I can feel the pierced tip resting just over my clit and the feeling causes the sensitive bud to pulsate. I bite my bottom lip, my breathing becoming choppy.
Killian flexes his hips in a movement so small, so subtle that I would have thought I’d imagined it if it didn’t send a jolt of pleasure souring through me.
I suck in a quiet breath and wait to see if he does it again or if it was entirely accidental. It had to be accidental, right? He just told me he didn’t bring me here for sex.
My pulse picks up in anticipation. His breath brushes the curve of my neck and my skin buzzes like a livewire. Goosebumps break out all over my body but it’s not from the cold. I’m so turned on it’s almost painful and I have to squeeze my legs together to get some relief. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel the heartbeat that’s taken up residency between my thighs.
A deep groan rumbles behind me as Killian pushes his hips forward again and this time there’s no doubt about whether it was intentional or not.
“You’re making it really fucking hard for me to be a gentleman here, Dais,” he rasps.
I move against him, creating some much-needed friction against my swollen clit. “What if I don’t want you to be a gentleman?” I challenge with a smirk that he can’t see but can probably hear in my voice.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his hand coming between us to grip his cock as he runs it through my folds, spreading my wetness before he lines himself up with my entrance.
All the breath leaves my lungs on a moan as he pushes into me. His hand slides over my hip, across my stomach before curling around my throat as he pulls me back into him.
My back arches, my head rolls back onto his shoulder, and my walls tighten as he begins to move inside of me. His hips pull back before snapping forward, his dick somehow growing impossibly harder, hitting that sweet spot.
“Killian,” I cry as his fingers flex around the column of my throat.
“So fucking tight,” he grunts, pulling out and sliding back in again. His other hand curls under me, finding its way between my thighs and working over my clit.
I see stars.
I lift my leg, wrapping it over his to give him better access as he drills into me from behind, his heady grunts driving my arousal higher.
“So fucking good, angel.”
“Fuck,” I gasp as he pinches my clit, making me clench around him.
I bring my own hand up and roll my nipple between my fingers, sending my body into overdrive from the different types of pleasure.
“Oh, God. I’m so close.”
“Come for me, baby,” Killian commands against my ear, his voice husky and thick with arousal as he fucks me with reckless abandon.
It feels so good I don’t want it to end, but I feel the orgasm sneaking up on me at an embarrassingly rapid pace. My stomach clenches, a sweat breaks out along my skin, my toes curl and I scream out his name as I go hurtling off the cliff, freefalling into the depths of euphoria.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Killian chants as he rams into me, his thrusts almost violent as they pick up speed before they halt altogether and he freezes, spilling his release inside me.
“Jesus fucking Christ, I love you so much,” Killian pants, his skin damp against mine as his chest heaves.
“I love you, too,” I reply, just as breathless.
