My eyeballs roll to the back of my head.
Her lips are out of this world. She trails her kisses down my stomach, tenderly kissing the V-line, getting closer to my lap.
“Kiara,” I gasp and take her hair gently to stop her.
She gets back to me and plants a soft kiss on my nose, always so tender.
So tender I want to ruin her thoroughly.
“Why can’t I touch you?” she asks, almost whispering, afraid.
Fuck.
Because I’m so fucking scared I’ll see someone else in my head. Doing something I don’t want them to do.
I’m scared I won’t be able to push them away and I’ll collapse. Or worse, snap. And you’ll get scared and realize how fucked up I am.
I want to tell her everything.
She knows the things that are already buried—where do I come from, how did I end up here.
But I can’t tell her the things that are burying me alive now as I’m desperately trying to stay above the ground.
If she only knew she’s the one getting me out of that grave, giving me hope.
“I’m just nervous,” I finally mumble.
“I’m sorry.”
My sweet Kiara, she’s so pure and tender. How could she wantme?
She gets down from my lap, lies next to me and we stare at the stars for a moment.
Okay.
I can try. I can replace all the memories.
I’ll replace them all with my Kiara.
My head tilts toward hers, still deciding if I really want to do this, and I kiss her, deeply, hungrily. Her tongue finds mine and she threads her fingers through my hair, our bodies angling toward each other as we lie on the wooden dock.
She smiles and leans more into me, then gets back on my lap, hovering over me as I grip her nape, not letting her pull away from my lips. I feel her fingers already undoing my jeans. I’m so painfully hard that only her touch there makes my blood run warmer.
I hold her nape so she doesn’t stop kissing me as I sink my other hand under her dress, grazing my fingers on that special place in the crease.
She’s being too tender down at my groin and it’s making me want her way more. Her hand finally manages to take me all out and she starts touching me, slowly, like she’s afraid. It’s enough to make me choke on my breath, but I keep her close to my lips, just inches from me, so I can see her and smell her hair the whole time.
“Is this okay?” She whispers against my lips.
My breath is shattering as I nod and sink my fingers into her ass, the heat from her touch spilling everywhere in my body.
It’s my Kiara. She’s here. Nobody else.
My dick is twitching from the pleasure, from her touch, and I can’t stop my lap from slightly rocking into her hands as I’m getting on the edge. Her lips are chasing my jaw, my neck.
The hot pressure settles down in my spine. I grip a fistful of her hair and drag her back to my face.
“Eyes on me,” I whisper against her lips as she keeps on touching me so nicely.
