18. Kiaran #2
“I already told you to prove that you wouldn’t stop. Then you stopped.” She tried to wink.
“Well, we’ll have to stop to breathe at some point.” I leaned close and whispered against her ear before taking her lobe into my mouth and sucking gently .
“I’m good.” Her voice was rushed, her body moving under me, begging for more. “I don’t need air.”
She arched her back and exposed her neck to me, I took the opportunity to trail kisses up and down her throat. My hands were exploring her soft, toned legs. Amelie bent her knee and gravity helped me move toward a place that she’d never wanted a man before.
Moving back to her mouth, I stopped just short of our lips touching entirely. Her breath was shaky as she writhed under my wandering hands.
“I lied again.” I whispered against her lips, her eyes shot open looking utterly pissed.
“I’m going to tease you, but you’ll like it.” I traced a finger up the inside of her thigh, drawing light circles just an inch from where I wanted to be.
Her sapphire eyes and the golden rivers within them were twinkling, I could feel in our bond that she wanted it. But her thoughts were racing.
“Tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you, anything.”
“Kiss me. Then show me how it feels to want and be wanted back.”
I crushed my lips to hers.
Our kiss earlier was slow, gentle and agonizing. It drove the hunger that this one was filled with. She met every movement with as much fervor. I slid my tongue through her lips and she welcomed it, tangling hers with mine.
She was right, I didn’t need air.
Her mouth on mine was enough to satiate me for life.
I moved in long strokes with my fingers along her upper thigh, inching closer to her center each time.
She moaned into my mouth and I came undone.
I had to touch her but I wanted her to know how safe she was with me.
I wanted her to feel everything. I wanted my hands to erase every unwanted touch that came before mine .
“Tell me to keep going. If you want this, I need you to tell me.” I blurted in a quick breath.
“Don’t stop.”
So I didn’t. I moved my finger through her slit. She was ready for me, her want evident from how soaked she was. A growl escaped me as it coated my touch.
“Is this all for me, pretty girl?”
She arched her back again and I sucked on her neck, moving my mouth down to her breasts that were begging to fall from her slip dress.
Moving the strap down her shoulder, I took her nipple into my mouth and grazed the swollen nub with my teeth. She whimpered and tangled her fingers through my hair.
Learning what she liked was the most exciting part about this for me. I did exactly as I was told and showed her what wanting and being wanted back felt like. I gave each of her breasts equal amounts of attention and kept a steady pace as I teased her entrance with my fingers.
I found her clit and moved in slow circles around it. My touch was light on the second most sacred part of her.
She moved her hips, aching for more friction but I wouldn’t give that to her yet. I wanted to see her build up so high that the fall when she came on me would be a story she told for years. The free fall of ecstasy , she’d call it.
“Please, Kiaran.”
“Please what, pretty girl?”
She moaned again, unable to form words as I melted her into my hands.
“Talk to me, Amelie. Ask for what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“Please…” She breathed out. “Keep doing that…” She didn’t need to say please but it was a nice touch. If she asked me to burn the world down simply so she could keep warm I would do it without hesitation.
I traced the middle of her abdomen with my lips before meeting her pussy. Taking each of her legs and placing them over my shoulders, she let out a long breath when I parted her with my tongue. She might be the air in my lungs but this was my water.
This was sustenance, I could drown here and die a happy man.
“Kiaran.” Amelie panted, only encouraging me to continue working her clit with expert precision.
I wanted to tease her, hold her up so high as she waited for the drop.
I felt myself rising with her though, we’d both fall with no one to catch us.
I slid a finger into her, curling it to press rhythmically against the spot I knew would crumble her.
“Something’s hap-”
“Not yet.” I cut her off. “Look at me, baby.” I slowed my pace. Her disappointment evident in the fall of her body.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She panted, covering her face with her hands.
“Look at me,” I demanded.
She lifted herself onto her elbows and looked deep into my eyes.
“I want to see you when you come for me. I want you to see how crazy you drive me.”
She moaned and threw her head back when I crushed my mouth back on her clit. Doing as she was told, she forced herself to look at me. I slid my finger out only enough to add another and worked in and out of her, keeping a perfect harmony to the melody my mouth was singing for her.
Amelie dropped to the bed, eyes closing as she climbed higher and higher. Slowing down again, she got the hint and propped herself to watch me, watch her. Her pupils were blown, making her sapphire eyes darken.
Fuck.
“You are radiant,” I reminded her before diving back in for the grand finale.
Her pussy tightened around my fingers as a moan escaped her mouth, her legs crossed behind my neck taking my air away as I drew out every second of her release.
Her body shook, her breathing became ragged and her hands found my hair again.
Tugging at the strands, she used me like a puppet to ride out her high.
Amelie’s body softened and her legs untangled behind me allowing me the best view of the girl splayed out in a heap of bliss. Her face was glistening with a light sheen as she tried to steady her breathing. I kissed my way up her body.
“That was…” She trailed off, rolling her face into my chest.
“No. Let me see you. Don’t hide from me.” I grabbed her chin and forced her eyes to mine.
We spoke without words, two souls connected in a way that only the Earth could understand. The way the trees were rooted in this Forest, fated to remain that way forever.
That’s never happened to me before.
Her voice was sweet and timid along the ridges of my mind.
I’m the first man to taste you?
Beaming with pride, I made sure I understood her correctly. What an honor that would be if it were true.
Yes, but also the first man to make me feel like that.
Of course. If the only way a man had her was by force, they never would’ve taken care of her. I wanted them all dead, but I thanked her heavens for allowing me to be the man to change that for her.
I will drop to my knees anytime you want to feel like that, Amelie.
She moaned into my mouth before pressing her lips to mine. I rolled to my back allowing her to settle under my arm and rest her head on my chest. Her delicate fingers drew lazy circles over my core, tracing the toned abs under my shirt.
“Have you been with a lot of women?” Amelie broke the silence with a question I knew better than to answer.
“Why do you ask? ”
“You’re really good at… that.”
I couldn’t help but smile, she peeked and saw the smug expression I held.
“So you have been with a lot of women?” She tried to hide the jealousy in her tone but failed miserably. I loved a possessive woman. Well, I haven’t always. When girls from home tried to claim me it turned me off. But that changed as of right now, because Amelie owned me.
“None that I’ve ever cared about.” In my head, that sounded like it would be the right answer but out loud I sounded like a fucking idiot.
She propped herself up, looking at me disapprovingly.
“That’s horrible!” She squealed.
Humans were so strange. As dumb as it was that I admitted to not caring about the girls I’d been with in the past, how could Amelie be upset about that?
“You wish that I’d care about other girls the way I care about you?” I asked, genuinely confused and unsure of how to not ruin the moment we were sharing.
“Well… no. But that’s so mean. Those poor women!”
“Amelie, it’s all in the past. I’m sure they have long since forgotten about me.”
“If you did to them what you just did to me, they didn’t forget,” she said before laying back down on my chest.
I smiled at the compliment. “You’re so strange.”
She scoffed, but I felt her cheeks get fuller telling me that her beautiful smile was on display and she wasn’t offended.
“Will you show me how I can do that to you?” she asked, sending my heart into an unsteady rhythm.
“You don’t need to do anything for me, pretty girl. Holding you in my arms right now is plenty.”
“But I want to.”
I felt my dick strain against my pants, begging me to let her explore .
Against my second head’s better judgment, I replied, “Tonight is about you.”
“Are you telling me no?”
Well fuck. I literally couldn’t say no to her.
“Um.. no?” My words were full of uncertainty. “I just don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything. It’s okay to have things just be about you sometimes.”
“What if I said it was more about me than it would be about you?”
If any of the girls back home said that to me, I would’ve laughed in their face.
Making a man come was always about him. Girls don’t get turned on by that.
Hearing it from Amelie’s sweet mouth though?
That had me in shambles, breaking apart at the thought of her on her knees in front of me, using me.
She wanted to enjoy touching a man, not be forced to do so.
Before I could reply, her hand was trailing over my core and landing at the waistband of my pants.
She played with it expertly, as if she’d teased a man plenty of times before.
The thought pissed me off, but I knew it wasn’t true.
This was all for me, all of her curiosity.
Her comfort in being bold, it was for me to see and no one else and it only made it harder to stand my ground with her.
She slipped her hand underneath the fabric and found my dick hard, cum already beaded at the top.
“Oh, my god.” She gasped as she took it in her hand. I tried to keep my breathing steady but her sentiment was sending me.
“What can I say?”
“I don’t know, sorry in advance?”
I almost laughed but she started stroking me, her attention focused on my face.
“You don’t… have.. to do anything.” I choked out. She smiled at me, leaning up on her elbow to give her leverage .
“Am I doing it right?”
My eyes rolled back in my head. “Yeah.. yeah that’s good. You’re doing a great job, baby.”
She smiled at me, then leaned down to suck my bottom lip into her mouth.
Stopping only to pull me free from my pants, my dick sprung up. Ready to meet the girl who now controlled it face to face. She kissed me with the synchronized pace of her hand.
“Amelie…” I breathed into her mouth. She moaned while pulling back and crawling down between my legs.
I lifted my head up to stop her. “What are you doing? Just take your time. You don’t need to do that.”
“I won’t, but you got to watch me come up close. Now it’s my turn.”
“Fuck…” I moaned, resting my head back on the pillow.
She stopped completely, her hand still wrapped around the base but no longer moving it.
“Are you okay? Fuck. I’m sorry I should’ve stop–”
“You made me watch you. Watch me now.” Her voice was sin itself. Low and sultry.
Fucking hell, she was going to kill me.
She started again, I felt the pulsing start at the base and move its way to my tip. Amelie watched as her hand moved up and down, I saw her brain working before she leaned over top and spit onto my dick. I groaned in approval. She made each movement effortless.
Her smile was triumphant as my eyes struggled to stay open, the pulsing became a full blown beat as she moved faster and faster, gripping tighter and adding a twist on the way up.
I watched as I came, cum spilled over the top and just when I thought Amelie had pulled out all the stops, she stuck her tongue out and pressed it to my shaft to clean up the mess I’d made .
My jaw dropped in awe as this tornado of a woman blew my mind. Never letting me see what she had in store next.
She swallowed thickly then smiled at me like she’d just won a great war.
“That was so worth it,” she said as she wiped her mouth and crawled back up to the crook in my arm. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and rolled toward her to hold her close.
“You are everything to me,” I admitted to her.
She leaned up to greet my mouth with hers.
Then she settled into my chest and fell asleep.
She brought me into her dreams as she fell deeper into rest, and it was the first night I’d ever slept in complete peace.
Alone in a version of the world that was all our own.
She dreamed of us, back in my home in Avonya.
She allowed me to take her again in the garden, in my room, on the beach.
I watched as I bowed before my girl. I gave her the power to ruin me, she was in control of my brain, body and soul.
I’d never be able to give her the dreams she had. She’d never come to Avonya, and seeing it first hand what life could look like with her if we were free from this cottage together was going to kill me.