Killian
Turns out eating can be very erotic.
Watching Kiera take a big bite out of her burger, the Swiss cheese and aioli from the mushroom sauce dripping down her chin is hot as hell. When she tips her head back, moaning a little at the delicious burger, my dick jerks in my shorts. Even the swipe of her thumb over her lip to clean her mess is hot. Yeah, I think everything this woman does is erotic.
Sitting in the tiny studio apartment I was dumb enough to bring her back to, we’re seated on the floor, her little body tucked between my legs because I wanted her as close as I could get her. Bringing her home to a few pizza boxes on the counters, some empty beer bottles, and the faint smell of weed was a little embarrassing, to be honest.
Kiera is...classy. I would guess she’s in her late thirties, with an air of sophistication I have never noticed in women before. There is something innocent and needy about her that speaks to me. That makes me want to take care of her. To protect her, no matter what that means. If it means being the possessive prick I was earlier tonight, then it does.
“Sorry, my place is a bit...lacking,” I mutter once again as I feed her a fry dripping with ketchup.
“It is yours. It smells like sunshine and ocean andyou. It’s cute.”
“Ugh, don’t use the cute word on me, babe. I am aman. Call it...a man cave or masculine. Not cute.”
“Well, you,” she points a fry at me with a huge grin. “Might be masculine. You just so happen to also be cute. No, no... you’rebeautiful.”
As it has a dozen times since we got here, the air thickensbetween us. I told her I was barely keeping the beast inside of me caged up. It was no lie. Since the moment I saw her splashing in the water, I have wanted to take her, claim her. Make her mine. It is a foreign feeling to me but strong, almost overwhelming.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her again, for the hundredth time. Something tells me she needs to hear it. Needs to know I mean it. “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, Kiera. They’re...unreal.”
Tipping her head back, she stares up at me, licking some juice off her chin. Reaching out, I grasp her chin the way I did earlier at the burger joint. Being cute, she pretended to check out the server, a buddy of mine. I hated it, and that beast I mentioned came roaring to the surface. Just thinking about her looking at another man, it does things to me that make little sense.
Bending my head, my heart pounding as my blood boils hot, I lick her chin, cleaning her up with a hungry groan. Tangling my hand in her dark hair, I tilt her head, dragging my tongue up her jaw. Licking my way back, I lash my tongue at her mouth and her moan does me in. I push my tongue into her mouth as I take her mouth at last.
Even with the juicy burger on her lips, she isso sweet.Sweeter than candy and I am a kid in a sweets store. I suck at her tongue, devouring her mouth hungrily. Reaching out, I lift her from the floor, settling her in my lap as I grow needier. I need to feel her, to smell her, to have her close as I kiss her in a way I have never kissed anyone before.
“Killian,” she whimpers when I break away just long enough to catch a breath.
“I got you baby,” I promise, kissing her jaw, her nose, her cheeks, before I get back to claiming her mouth.
Rising on my knees, I cradle her to me as we keep kissing. Neither of us seems able to stop it. To break from each other. Notfor a moment do we want to stop the kiss, to stop tasting each other, to stop feeling what is coursing through both of us.
Lying her out on the couch, I tear at her shorts, keeping my second promise to her. To wreck those cute hospital sweats I got earlier. Kira pulls at my clothes too, shocking me with her eagerness. Sitting up, I rip my shirt off and toss it behind me, pausing her hands as they pull at my shorts.
“We got time, baby,” I whisper gently, pushing her hands up my chest. “I believe I told you I wanted to do a few things to you first,” I remind her, licking my lips as I drop my gaze down, down between her thighs.
Beneath me, she wriggles as I nudge her thighs open, spreading her for me. Dropping on the couch between her spread thighs, I stare down at the pretty pink flower between her thighs. It’s wet and puffy, her swollen clit begging for my tongue, for my teeth, for me to devour it.
“Hell, that’s so pretty,” I rasp, using a finger to spread her creamy wetness over her pink folds. Bending, I lick her once, groaning at the salty sweetness of her. Looking up to catch her gaze, I do it again, humming as she moans softly. “Let me hear it, baby. I want to know I am doing good by my girl,” I tell her before I close my mouth around her clit.
“Oh, yes,” she obeys, hips rocking against my mouth. “Don’t stop. Please, I want you to.... Killian, make me come with your mouth.”
Jesus, I have never heard sweeter words in my life.
Clasping her thighs as I dive in, I lick her open with a greedy grunt. My teeth scrape against her clit before I shove my tongue inside her. Hell, she is tiny, tight and silky. Just thinking about fitting my cock inside her has me so hard it hurts. I suck greedily, pumping my tongue into her before wiggling it up over her clit, then pushing it back inside.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moans, her shouts so loud, so hot. “Don’tstop. It’s so good. Oh...oh, yes, that’s...that’s it, I’m going to come!”
Groaning, I suck harder at her wetness, pump my fingers faster, smiling against her pussy as she rocks her hips, fucking my face. I love it. I want these thighs smothering me for the rest of my fucking life. I could live off the sweet juiciness of her pussy. I would need nothing else.
Coming, she arches beneath me, her soft, teardrop tits bouncing as she shudders. Moving over her, I bend to suck a stiff nipple in my mouth, my hand palming her other tit, leaving none of her untouched. Moaning the sexiest, throatiest moan, she pushes at my shorts with her hands.
This time, I let her get them off. My cock springs out, smacking against her pussy. Dropping a hand to fist it, I do it again, loving how she jerks beneath me as the swollen crown hits her clit. I am trembling with need, so fucking hard I could fuck her through the floor. Pinning her down, I drag my cock between her slit, about to push inside of her.
“Hell, baby,” I stop everything as I see the bruises on her ribs. My handprints on her chest from doing compressions earlier.
Pulling back, I grab both her wrists in mine to pin her hands over her head. My sweet girl is a needy thing, and I will let her get all she wants, just not tonight. Seeing those marks makes me feel like a fucking asshole. This woman almost drowned just hours earlier. What the hell am I doing?
