Confessions and Other Intimacy #2
It's all so good, I don’t want him to stop doing what he's doing to move somewhere else, but the tension in my belly is coiling tighter and tighter.
He flips me over and nips the back of my thigh, right where it meets my butt cheek.
I squeal, but lift my bottom for more.
He gives it to me, sucking up a love bite there too, making my pussy weep with delight.
When he turns me back over, I'm so close to coming, I think it would only take a single brush to my clit and I'd go over.
But that's not where his hands go. He's back to touching every inch of me with featherlight caresses. "I don’t know how I survived 34 years without access to this body, but I never want to go another day without it."
If he was only talking about my body, my heart wouldn’t be expanding in my chest.
But the way he touches me, the way he treats me…there’s no question that Kieran appreciates the very depth of me.
He is in awe of my mom skills. He thinks I am so strong for working for Kenneth for six years when I had no other choice. My husband thinks I’m really smart.
Everyone who’s ever met us since we became besties has always considered Ellie the smart one. Only Kieran's made it clear on so many occasions in the past two weeks that he considers my brain on par with Ellie's.
Mom always said we were both smart, just in different ways. I thought that was because she was my mom. It was like a law that she couldn't think her daughter-from-another-mother was smarter than me. Moms don't play favorite, right?
She had to say stuff like that.
But Kieran makes it clear my ability to organize and streamline financial processes is more than a little impressive to him. He is in awe of my skills.
And that just makes everything that’s happening right now a bigger turn on.
I know that I am more than a body to Kieran, but my body is all that and a kinky fantasy on the side to this man.
I don’t know if he'll ever be able to love me like I’m pretty sure I’m coming to love him. But in some very unexpected way, he needs me.
He’s always touching me, but he positively purrs when I touch him.
The smallest touch does it for him. The slide of my hand across his back as I walk by.
Snuggling into his side on the rare occasions he’s been home to watch movies with me and the girls and mom.
My hand on his upper thigh while he's driving.
My beautiful, violent touch-starved tarnished knight positively melts.
Wanting to give him the same sense of being valued as he gives me, I return him touch for touch. I swivel my hips, pressing my mound against his body as he suckles on my nipples. His hair is too short to grab, but I grab his head and caress down the back of it to his neck and back up again.
For a second, he stops suckling me, and just goes still as he absorbs my touch.
Then we trade touch for touch until it’s him on his back and me kneeling between his legs.
We’ve done this before, or so he thinks. He loves when I ride him. Especially when my hands are bound behind my back and he guides all of our movements from the bottom.
But that’s not what I want right now. I want to take his sex into my mouth. My pussy weeps at the very thought of it.
I lean down and lap at the beads of pre-cum formed on his slit. It’s salty. A little sweet. But there’s no bitterness. I don’t think about what it was like to do this before because there is no comparison.
Everything with Kieran is new. Every way he touches me turns me on like I never experienced in my first marriage. Touching him excites me so much, it freakin' amazes me. My inner hussy adores touching him and all the sexual pleasure it gives.
My body is tuned to this man.
And his is tuned to me, straining for my touch as I taste the velvet covered steel in my hand, shifting with violent but controlled movements.
Hungry and tender at the same time.
My husband will kill without compunction, but I am always safe with him, his calloused hands against my skin perfect.
"Yes, baby girl. Please. "
His desperate words bring my mouth back to the tip of his cock and I swirl my tongue around it. I adore this man and his body and the tarnished soul that still shines so brightly it illuminates my world.
Widening my mouth as far as I can, I suck his head inside. He’s big. Really, really big. And I love this big hard shaft inside my pussy.
I love it inside my mouth just as much.
The way he stretches my lips, the way he hits the back of my throat without even trying. I suck and I lave and I jack him with both of my hands stacked against each other, covering as much of that big piece of meat as I can.
And he shudders and growls and begs.
I have never felt so powerful.
But that's Kieran, making me feel like I have power and control. Even during a forced wedding.
Even in a bed with a man who likes to restrain me.
Especially then.
I spent six years feeling like I had no control over my life. Maybe even longer, if I'm honest with myself.
But Kieran is different.
I lift my head, but keep jacking him with my hands. "If I wanted to go back to college, you'd let me, wouldn't you?"
He stares at me, like he's trying to make my words make sense and then he frowns. "I don't have to let you. You're an adult. If you want to get another degree, you do it."
I love how many words he has for me when we're like this.
"You wouldn't try to stop me working for someone else." It's not a question. We've talked about this.
He winces but says, "No."
"Don't worry, big guy. I like my new job just fine."
Relief he does nothing to hide flashes on his usually stoic face.
"You will never try to stop me being the best version of myself." Again, it's not question.
I know.
"If there's a better version of you, I don't think the world is ready for it, but no. I wouldn't." The most amazing thing about those words is how serious they are.
He's not teasing me. He believes what he's saying.
A single truth spears my heart. There is no falling about it.
I am in love with this man.
To stop myself from blurting the words out, I drop my head and show him instead. I don't have to be able to deepthroat him. I don't need sexy tricks and techniques.
Every lave of my tongue, ever suck, every barely there brush of my teeth against his sensitive, velvety skin are unspoken words of love.
And Kieran Veseli wants to be loved.
That's why he melts at my touch. That's why he looks like a bus hit him when the girls hug him. That's why he went wild when I said I was falling.
He's the weapon. The warrior who protects me and our family from harm.
I'm his soft place to land.
But it's my job to protect his underbelly, that way too underutilized heart of his.
So, I pour emotion through my mouth and hands until his hips are jerking up and down and he's groaning between telling me how amazing I am, how good I make him feel and how perfect my mouth feels on him.
Until he jackknifes up and grabs both sides of my head with careful hands, tugging me away from his engorged sex steadily leaking precum.
"Why?" I demand.
"I'm going to come."
"I want you to." I want to taste him. To know the very essence of him in a way no other woman ever will again.
"No. Women don't like that."
"Maybe they do. Maybe they don't. But I'm not all women. I'm me, big guy. And even more, this is me with you and she's a different woman than I've ever been."
"I don't want you to gag from the taste," he says, oh so serious.
And vulnerable.
Yes, my husband is vulnerable to my rejection.
"I promise I won't." Even if his cum tastes awful, I won't gag.
I've been a mom for over twelve years. Learning to control your gag reflex makes life a lot easier when you're changing smelly diapers and cleaning up after your kid projectile vomited her dinner.
Which are such unsexy thoughts, my pussy should be dry as the Sahara.
It's not.
"I want to know all of you, Kieran." I will him to believe me.
His expression shutters. "No, you don't."
"You're wrong." I know my own mind. And my heart. "Your deadly side, your tender side, your willingness to walk on the wrong side of the law, your insistence on caring for our girls like they are precious to you, those are all sides of you, big guy. And I want all of them."
Something flickers in his eyes. Belief?
Maybe he's remembering how I reacted to him taking down the gang bangers who tried to mug us. Maybe he's weighing my words against what he knows of me.
Whatever is going on in the thoughts he hides so well, he finally nods.
I waste no time leaning forward and returning to the most loving if not most expert blowjob ever. The first spurt of his cum hits my tongue seconds later, his shout loud enough to raise the rafters.
If there were rafters to raise in this sleek, corporate apartment.
His cum is a lot saltier than his pre-ejaculate, but it's not awful. It's him. A part of him I didn't know until just now.
And I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to know all of him.
I swallow his cum and lick all the spend from his semi erect penis, which draws more moans from him as it grows fully hard again.
This time when he jackknifes up, he doesn't stop until I'm the one laying on my back and he's between my legs, the head of his erection pressing against my slick opening. "You ready for me, baby girl?"
I nod, my mouth too dry to speak.
He pushes inside me. It's always a tight fit and he has to jerk his hips back and then press them forward with small thrusts again and again before he's finally seated fully inside me.
We both still, our souls connected through our gazes as deeply as he's embedded in my body.
He shudders. "Finally."
I know what he means. We've gotten each other off. Quietly. He's even been inside me since we got home, but we had to keep it quick and quiet. There was something super sexy about that, but it wasn't the same as now.
As this connection.
I wiggle my hips a little, encouraging him to move, but he shakes his head. "Give me a minute. I want to savor."
Then he closes his eyes and does exactly that.
He savors being inside me.
"You really missed this, didn't you?" I ask softly.