Chapter 8 #3
I unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them as time slowed down, our breathing surrounding us, our eyes trained on the zipper of her jeans. We both sensed that if we didn’t stop right now, there would be no going back. We’d be more than just best friends.
“Are you sure?” I asked, waiting for her reply as she leaned up on her elbows, her hair tumbling down her back and brushing her soft golden skin. The sight of her golden bare skin on my bed still knocked the breath out of me. I was sure I would never tire from watching her.
Her chest was heaving up and down and I noticed there was a pink hue flushed over her breasts because of the small bites and hickeys I had left on them for her surprise.
She was definitely going to kill me when she saw them.
I waited for her reply when she could still stop this even though it meant ending Friday night with a cold shower.
Kiara’s eyes flickered from my hands on her hips to my face and she nodded. “Yes, Ethan. I am sure.”
Hooking my fingers in her belt loops, I removed her jeans, my eyes never leaving her face. My fingers brushed her legs when I removed them from her ankles and threw them somewhere on the floor.
I lowered my eyes from her soft breasts to her narrow waist and between her legs.
Kiara let out a small moan when I drank in the sight of her shaved, flushed pussy, glistening with slick wetness.
The air around us turned thick with the feminine scent of her arousal, making me light-headed and drowsy.
I was hungry and thirsty. But that could wait. This was about her.
I hovered above her and cupped her cheek. “You are breathtaking,” I whispered, mesmerized.
If it was possible, her cheeks flushed more. “Thank you—mfgh!”
My lips crashed on hers, cradling her head in my hand. I gave her one last soft kiss and pulled away before she could take it further. Leaning down, I kissed her navel and said, “You smell so fucking good, Kiara.”
My voice had turned deep and sounded huskier than normal. I pulled away and raked my eyes over her body, watching the increasing pulse on her slender neck.
“Fuck yourself,” I said.
“What?”
I brushed my fingers over the soft skin on her leg and said, “It will be your first orgasm, Kiara. I want you to fuck yourself while I watch.”
I could see the hesitation in her eyes. “Ethan, I-I can’t . . . you don’t under—”
“Yes, you can, Bella.” I kissed her knee and whispered, “Touch yourself.”
Pulling away from the bed, I stood up, her dark brown eyes following me as I dragged my desk chair in front of the bed. I sat down, licking my lips and watching her sprawled naked on my bed, her legs spread.
Her eyes blazed. “Are you kidding me, Ethan?”
“No. Touch yourself, Kiara.”
She grumbled something under her breath and my lips twitched at how adorable she looked. She laid down pillows under her head and closed her eyes, her throat bobbing when she swallowed nervously.
I clenched my jaw and said, “No, open your eyes. Look at me while you fuck yourself.”
Her eyes snapped open and under the soft glow of lights, her eyes were pools of dark obsidian as they stared back at me.
To give her a show, I unzipped my pants and slid my hand in my boxers.
Her eyes widened with excitement and she licked her lips, looking between me and the movement of my hand.
She trailed down her hand to her core and dipped her middle finger inside her, hissing with pleasure and moving it in and out.
I groaned and squeezed myself, slowly increasing my movement when we both noticed the pre-cum on my gray boxers.
“Two fingers.”
She clenched her jaw and added another finger.
A gasp left her lips as she pumped her nimble fingers in and out of herself, the scent of our arousal seeping in the air and making both of us heady with lust and desire.
Soon her gasps turned into breathy moans of pleasure and her hips started moving in rhythm with her hand.
Watching a woman fuck herself while gazing at you with her lust-filled eyes was one of the best sights in the world. My dick was impossibly hard in my hand, my breathing ragged watching Kiara pleasure herself, her other hand clenching the sheets.
“Pinch your nipples for me, Kiara,” I said, my voice breathy and deep.
With clouded eyes, I watched her fingers brush over her sensitive nipples, her back arching when she pinched the pebbled nub between her thumb and index finger, twisting it, a shudder passing through her whole body.
I gave myself a small jerk and squeezed my eyes closed to control myself.
Opening them, I exhaled a sharp breath looking at the naked beauty on my bed.
Her silky brown hair splayed on my pillows, flushed face with swollen lips, thin sheen of sweat glinting on her body, her neck covered in small hickeys just below her mole, her breasts heaving and nipples pert and hard and hips bucking with pleasure as she fucked herself with her fingers while watching me lose control.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I removed my hand from the boxers, cleaning it with tissue, and crawled over her.
“Rub your clit for me, Bella,” I whispered and tucked her strand of hair back.
My hand trailed over her waist and lightly brushed the tips of her breasts, loving how responsive she was.
Her eyes widened when her thumb pressed over her pleasure nub, “Oh . . . fuck. Oh, Ethan!” her body writhed under me and a string of gasps and moans elicited from her.
“Mhmm,” I hummed. “Faster, Bella.”
She did, her eyes shutting, her back arching and hips bucking. I saw how she flicked and rubbed the little bundle of nerves. I could imagine how much I would enjoy deriving pleasure from her with my hands again and again with my name on her sweet lips.
“I . . . I can’t hold it. Oh, God.” Kiara let out a small whimper, her juices coating her fingers and making wet sounds when she increased her pace.
Biting her ear, I said, “Come on, Kiara. I want to see you climax.”
She did and I saw one of the most erotic sights ever.
Her body froze and moments later, her back arched and she rolled her head to the side, biting her bottom lip and her hands fisting the sheets when the orgasm rocked through her body. Her body trembled from the pleasure of her very first orgasm and groaned my name as she came.
I noticed how her body came down from the high, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Her lips were agape to breathe in some sparse air, her eyes dazed as if she was drunk, and her pussy glistening with the remnants of her orgasm. She looks fucking beautiful.
I kissed her forehead, tucking away her hair as tears glistened in the endless pools of her eyes. “How was it?” I asked.
Kiara smiled, her body quivering from the aftershocks. “It was . . . ethereal. Thank you, Ethan.”
Her cheeks flushed when I kissed her. “You don’t have to thank me, Bella.” I pulled away. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m well.”
“Good. Now my turn.”