Itreminds me how Killian’s built for battle. He’s a fighter through and through and takes pride in it.
We finish undressing each other in less than graceful motions. I laugh at one point when he pulls back to take off his jeans and then swears as the denim catches on his foot. We work mine off together, me shimmying my hips as he drags the pair down my legs.
Then our underwear comes off.
Killian boldly shoves down his boxers. His engorged dick springs free and damn near takes my breath away. I’d been overwhelmed the other night when I’d seen him for the first time and we’d pleasured ourselves together.
He was so sexy, like a god from some mythological story the way his body was sculpted—the peak of a human physique with his abs and bulging muscles he’s spent years working toward. Right down to the deep V-cut on his hips that points straight to his huge, throbbing dick.
Then there’s me—small boobs and no real hips or ass. Slim but also kind of skinny-fat with no tone or definition to my body at all. I’m not exactly a pin-up model.
You’d never know it by how Killian’s staring at me.
I slide off my panties and watch his pupils dilate. His blue eyes darken ’til they’re almost black, and he absentmindedly strokes himself like he’s already imagining he’s inside me.
“Um… I’m not on the pill. Do you have…?” I start slowly. I’m distracted by how smoothly he strokes himself. Sort of like he seems distracted by me merely laying naked in his bed.
“A condom—yeah, I’ve got ’em.” He grabs at his jeans, then pulls a condom from inside his wallet.
Even watching him roll it on makes me draw a shallow breath. I’m hyperaware of how my pussy aches and clenches at air. If I were to reach between my thighs, my fingers would probably come away slick…
Killian finishes putting on the condomand then leans forward to take my lips in a kiss. It’s slow and affectionate, as if he wants to remind me we’re going at my pace. He breaks away to let me know.
“This goes how you want it to go,” he says, cupping the side of my face. “If you want to stop, we’ll stop.”
“And if I don’t?” I smirk at him as he cocks a brow.
“Then we’ll fuck like rabbits and have the time of our lives.”
A rare giggle escapes me as we come together to kiss and settle in his bed.
I focus on letting my hands explore him. Usually I’m stiff in moments like these, lying dead still and waiting for the act to be over with. My eyes are closed and I’m disassociating from the present.
With Killian, I’m deep in the moment.
My hands slide from his shoulders to his chest and then down to his stomach and abs. I even feel the muscle and how firm his hips are, like he doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him. Then I’m wrapping my fingers around his dick and feeling how rigid and smooth he is, even through the condom.
Killian groans into my mouth mid-kiss. He pushes his tongue deeper and lets his own hands wander. He palms my breasts, rubbing a thumb across my hard nipple and making me shudder against him.
We’re doing it to each other as I slide my hand up and down his dick and he gives my breast a squeeze.
The nerves are still there, fluttering away in my stomach. But they’re out of excitement as we grow more passionate and desperate to feel more of each other.
He bucks against my hand and then lowers his head to the crook between my neck and shoulder. He peppers lots of small kisses there, kissing his way down the side of my throat. Then he sinks his teeth into the soft line of shoulder, and I gasp.
I grip his dick more firmly and tug at him like I’d seen him do to himself earlier.
It drives him wild.
I can feel how turned on he is. More than just how stiff and erect his dick is. But more so how aroused he is on the inside, his want practically vibrating off him.
This is a man who’s in the throes of long-held desire. Finally he’s close to getting release.
His body senses it, clawing for escape.
But he’ll restrain himself if he has to—all because he wants this to go how I do. He’s left it up to me. A first in my lifetime.
I decide to switch things up and push against his shoulder, rolling him to his back.
