Chapter 12
ETHAN
I was having a hard time focusing on simple things since last night. Like getting hard thinking about Kiara or not burning the eggs in a pan. Or my favorite, having a cold shower without getting hard because that shit hurt, and I did not want blue balls.
Last night’s date took a whole different turn than what I had imagined. Kiara wanted a baby, and she wanted me to put a baby inside her. My jaw clenched thinking about it. I wanted to know what would happen after she gets pregnant.
Would I see her stomach grow each day? Would she let me talk to the baby growing inside her womb? Would I hear the child’s first words? First steps? I wondered how he or she would look. If anything, the baby should have Kiara’s smile with that dimple.
“Good morning.”
My body tensed when Kiara’s arms wrapped around my torso, her body pressing against mine as she hugged me from behind. I snapped out of my thoughts and cleared my throat.
I switched the fried eggs to the plate beside the chopped avocado and juicy strawberries and turned around to find a very sleepy Kiara, hugging my chest. I smiled and pulled away to see that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath the blanket she had dragged to the kitchen.
Six years had passed, and Kiara was still not a morning person. Some things never change.
“Really, Kiara? Parading naked in my house already,” I teased and set out plates on the marble countertop of the island.
Her hair was in a bun and she looked like she had washed her face with cold water but still couldn’t wake up her brain even after brushing her teeth.
“I am so tired,” she mumbled.
I sat down, pushing her plate toward her to have her breakfast. Instead of sitting down on a separate stool, she tipped on her toes and settled on my lap, making me grin at her.
Her small body fit perfectly on me as she leaned on my chest. The blanket covering her slid down a little.
I took a sharp breath gazing at her cleavage.
Don’t you dare stand, Eiffel. Stay down.
We ate our breakfast in comfortable silence until Kiara opened her pouty lips and my ability to think straight went down the drain.
“So, I was thinking about last night,” she started and licked her fingers, making me clench my jaw as I imagined her using that tongue and lips on her knees near my—
Bad Eiffel!
“And?” I asked impatiently as she closed her eyes, her eyelashes making shadows on her cheeks while I softly massaged the skin on her thighs. So smooth and soft. The dirty part of me wondered how red her skin would become when I flog her and she begged me to make her come again and again and again.
Gazing at me with her half-lidded hooded eyes and sultry look on her face, Kia whispered, “I want to return the favor.”
My eyebrows raised as she turned toward me.
The blanket fell over her left shoulder, my eyes taking in the delicious view of her perky left breast, her nipple hard.
I licked my lips and flickered my eyes at her face, a small smirk tugging her lips as she straddled me, holding my face in her warm hands.
I knew that dirty glint in her eyes. Because I had the same look while I was eating her out.
And my Bella wanted to devour me right now.
I took a sharp breath when she leaned closer, pressing her body against mine making her soft breasts squish against my bare chest. She brushed her lips against the shell of my ear and exhaled softly as tingles shot through my body.
“I want to be on my knees and . . .” a soft groan escaped my throat when her palm cupped my hardened shaft through the sweatpants, rubbing her hand back and forth as she added, her voice husky, “Suck your cock until you make me swallow your cum.”
“Kiara,” I warned, my voice strained hearing her dirty talk, my hands fisting in my lap. I wasn’t even touching her because if I did, I would throw her on the island and have my favorite breakfast, spreading her thighs.
Her hand slipped under my waistband, now stroking me gently and making me sigh as I gazed at her. My eyes widened a bit when she pulled her hand up to lick her palm with her tongue. I gaped at her, watching in awe and lust as she slid her wet hand back and forth on my erect dick.
Her dirty brown eyes met mine, the pad of her thumb brushed my bottom lip, “What? Let me pleasure you.”
“Oh, fuck.”
A soft moan escaped my lips and I wanted to close my eyes when her fingers ran over the head of my cock, massaging the frenulum.
I gazed at her through my pleasure-filled haze as she wet her lips with her dirty tongue and leaned down to lick my neck and kiss my adam’s apple before trailing her kisses to my collarbone.
“Let me worship you, Ethan,” she whispered breathily, “Please. Let me suck your dick. I will make it worth it.”
I wasn’t going to deny at first, so sure, go ahead.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded, “Yes, Kiara.”
I had dirty talked with most of my sexual partners, but Kiara was the first one to dirty talk right back, and it was a huge fucking turn on. I could come by hearing her dirty, filthy words.
As soon as I confirmed the blowjob, which was going to happen if she asked me or not, Kiara pulled away from me and stood up. I frowned at the loss of her body heat against mine.
She eyed me up and down, biting her lip. “Stay here.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I muttered under my breath, too excited to move an inch. I watched her ass when she walked toward the refrigerator and pulled out an ice tray. I frowned when she pulled out ice cubes in a small bowl with a bottle of chocolate syrup and walked back to me.
“Spread your legs,” she demanded, making me raise my eyebrows.
Well, okay. I would let her have the upper hand in this.
“First remove that fucking blanket. I want to see you naked.”
Only a bit.
A sexy smirk tugged her lips as she slid the blanket down her shoulders and let it pool around her ankles with a soft whisper. My eyes roved over her bare body. I smiled at the small love bites peppered over her neck, breasts, stomach, and legs, remembering last night.
Kiara went down on her knees when I spread my legs, still sitting on the stool. I bit my lip when she removed my sweatpants and licked her own lips as she hungrily stared at the length of me.
Her hooded brown eyes flickered to my face. “Have you ever received a blowjob with ice cubes?”
Well, no, but looks like I am about to.
I had to blink twice to realize what she was asking. Have I given oral with ice? Yes. Have I received one? No. I shook my head, too speechless to answer a verbal reply as Kiara smiled and sucked a cube of ice between her lips.
Oh my fucking God.
Clenching my jaw, I watched her stroke me with her hand, her fingers circling the head, and I couldn’t help my long sigh.
I gulped nervously when she leaned on her knees and spread them, my eyes flickering to see wetness pooling between her thighs as her cold lips wrapped around the bulbous head of my dick.
My entire body reacted at the feeling as I held her head. “Holy fuck, Kia!”
I had never experienced a sensation like it before, and my body was reacting strongly toward Kiara’s hands and lips. Her free hand held my thigh, her eyes averting to my eyes as she sucked me deeper, her cold tongue flicking against the tip, making me moan when my lower abdomen clenched.
I had to control my heavy breathing when she pulled away, only to take a cold ice cube in her mouth and suck me. This time, I didn’t dare to hold back my groans when the cold walls of her mouth took me deeper. My hand tightened around her hair, tugging her closer when her nails dug in my thighs.
“Oh, yes, Bella,” I whispered throatily, my voice deep and smoky as the ice turned into cold water inside her mouth, dribbling down her lips to her neck and down the valley of her breasts.
Kiara repeated her actions with another ice cube, making me jerk at the new sensations. Her muffled moans made me shiver when they reverberated through my cock to my entire body.
“Fuck, do that again. Moan with my cock inside your mouth,” I groaned and felt hot all over my body when Kiara followed my command, moaning and moving her hips as her head bobbed up and down my veiny shaft.
She pulled away only to uncap the bottle of chocolate and drizzle it over my lower stomach and cock. God, she was going all dirty for me. Relaxing back in the stool, I closed my eyes and swore loudly when I felt her hot mouth lapping over my lower stomach, biting my hips just for the tease.
I looked down and met one of the most erotic sights ever.
Kiara’s messy waves were down, brushing her back as she hungrily licked and kissed me as if she was worshipping me as she had said before.
I want to marry this woman. The thought of her being with anyone else made me furious and jealous if she had ever given them a blowjob like this one.
I didn’t like the thoughts running in my head. I fisted her hair in my hand and said, “Keep your hands behind your back.”
Kiara momentarily pulled away, licking her lips and blinking at me through her lust dazed eyes. “What?”
“Keep your hands behind your back and then suck me,” I explained, my eyes devouring her naked body kneeling at my feet. “And spread your legs. Wider.” I nodded when she struggled to keep upright, her chest arching toward me with a clouded expression in her eyes.
“Good girl.”
As if my comment affected her, Kiara leaned down and took me deep and hard in her mouth, her cold tongue flicking on the underside of my shaft, making me groan in pleasure.
I couldn’t help but lead her head on my veiny cock, her muffled whimpers and moans turning me on as she desperately tried to sit upright while pleasuring me.