Chapter 17 Kieran
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Kieran
A laugh bursts from me when Mia tells me to keep my eyes on the road.
Speeding through the roads and pushing the car toward its limits is the most fun I've had in a long time.
Watching her embrace the adrenaline that only driving a fast car can give you, fuck, if I didn't already know that she was made for me, she just cemented it.
I begin to slow the car down as we approach the vista view—one of my favorite places—crossing my fingers that nobody is there. Mia looks out the window to a world filled with trees and windy roads. No houses or buildings in sight.
We drive for about ten more minutes, just coasting along the dirt road, when we near the place I want to take her. Passing the sign that tells you the turn off is coming, I slow down even more. Mia sits up, looking around as she mutters, "Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see," I say as I pull into the parking lot. I stop in the spot that is closest to the edge of the cliff. I don't move to get out or anything, I just keep my eyes forward, looking out of the windshield.
From here, all you can see is stars and the tops of trees for miles. It’s places like this where you realize how big the world is, and how small you actually are. "It's beautiful here," Mia mutters next to me.
Placing my hand on her thigh, I quietly reply, "It is."
Neither of us says anything for a while or brings any attention to the fact that my hand is on her thigh.
Since she didn't push my hand away, I kick it up a notch and begin to trace circles along the inside of her thigh.
Mia spreads her legs, inviting me in. I don't sleep on it either, moving my hand higher and higher up her leg.
She looks over at me, her eyes begging for me to touch her.
I keep my hand where it belongs, leaning over the console as my other hand wraps around her neck, and I crash my lips to hers. Mia's mouth opens up just as easily, allowing me to slip my tongue into hers. As I massage her tongue, her hands begin to frantically pull at my button down.
I've never been more thankful for leaving my suit jacket at home. I can feel her trying to unbutton my shirt, but when they don't come undone easily, she lets out a cute growl. Pulling away from her, I can't help but grin when I ask, "Do you need some help?"
"No," she sasses. She grips both sides of my shirt, pulling it apart as hard as she can, ripping it clean off my body.
"It's nice to see that you're as desperate for me as I am for you, wife," I tell her before smashing my lips back to hers, her hands exploring my chest.
Not being able to hold back any longer, my hands scoop under her ass, lifting her, and bringing her over to my lap. Our lips never leave one another as she straddles my waist. I know she can feel how hard I am for her, the same way I can feel the heat from her pussy.
She's still wearing my boxers, so I don't feel bad about what I do next. Pausing our kiss, I grip the flap in the boxers, ripping them wide open, exposing her beautiful pussy As it glistens in the moonlight.
"Fuck, that's all for me? I can't wait to taste it later," I tell her as I unbuckle my belt. I pull my pants down, my cock hitting my stomach.
Mia's eyes widen when she looks down at my cock. "Shit, I forgot how big you were."
"Don't worry, wife, it was made just for you," I tell her, my hands rubbing slowly down her spine.
When she pushes her chest into me, I know I'm hitting one of her spots, and I make sure to take note.
"I'm ready for you to put your cock in me," she whispers as if what she's asking for is a secret, but nothing between us will be a secret. Mia is my wife—she was always meant to be my wife and will always be my wife.
"Don't worry," I begin, lining her up with my cock, "that's what I'm doing right now," I say as I thrust into her, needing to pause because her tight, warm pussy is wrapped around my cock like a vice.
"Kieran, I need you to move," she mutters as she starts to lift and slide down my cock. I'm not sure she's even realized what she's doing.
"No. I want you to ride me, wife," I command.
Mia doesn't disappoint either. As she continues to slide up and down my shaft, I can feel her juices dripping down my cock.
It's a beautiful sight to see as she gets lost in her pleasure.
Embracing the way I feel inside of her, I can tell when she's getting closer as her pussy tightens around me.
Suddenly, Mia's movements become erratic and faster while she chases her orgasm.
She's not leaving me behind either. The closer she gets, the more she milks my cock. This is how entuned we are—neither one of us will orgasm without the other. I knew from the moment I saw her on stage that she belonged to me.
My hands skate up her back and even though she still has a shirt on, I can feel the heat that is emanating from her body. Moving them to her chest, I rub her nipples through the shirt, giving them some friction. The goal is to heighten her orgasm when it's time.
It only takes a few rubs on her nipples before she clamps down on my cock, her orgasm hitting her hard as she milks me with her pussy. She throws her head back, yelling, "Fuck, Kieran."
A beautiful sight, but I don't have long to enjoy the view because I'm right behind her, my dick swelling. My jaw clenches, when I roar, "Shit, Mia. Your pussy feels so good milking my cock."
I kiss her deep while I'm waiting for our heart rates to calm, but Mia has other thoughts as she keeps riding my cock slowly. I can feel my cum being spread between us as she moves her hips.
Mia pulls away from me, her lips trembling as she whispers, "Kieran. I'm not on birth control."
"It doesn't matter," I reply before leaning over and giving her another chaste kiss on the lips. Mia doesn't say anything, she just nods her head, climbing off of me. Once she settles in the passenger seat, I open up the middle console, pulling out some napkins.
Since I ripped the boxers she was wearing, she is still exposed allowing me to clean her up. Mia grabs my wrist, pausing my movements, "You don't have to do that."
"I know. I want to," I tell her, before continuing to clean her.
She just watches my every move with a hint of suspicion in her eyes. I don't say anything though, I just continue to concentrate on what I'm doing. Feeling satisfied that she won't be sitting in a mess the whole way home, I throw the napkins in the cupholder.
"Thank you," she breathes.
"You don't need to thank me. It's my job to take care of you," I tell her, giving her one last chaste kiss. "Ready to go home?"
"Yeah," she breathes out.
I try not to smile at the fact that she didn't argue with me about home or try to ask me something dumb like letting her go. Driving home, I don't go as fast as I did coming out here, the sounds of the car filling the inside, giving this moment an enchanted feeling.
Mia's hand drifts over to my lap, and it feels like another win for me. This night has been one of the best I can remember. Glancing down at her hand, I see the tattoo I gave her, but she deserves more. Mia is the type of woman who loves to be spoiled but is loyal to the end, if my research into her life and the way she’s reacted to my gifts are any indication.
I know I'll never have to worry about her, even if she tells me she wants to leave me—she doesn't. She enjoys what I can offer her, whether she realizes it or not.
Besides, if she really wanted to get away from me, she would've at least tried by now.
Tomorrow she will have my ring on her finger, one so big, there will be no doubt of who she belongs to.