Chapter 25
KIRA
His hands frame my face, thumbs sliding gently along my jaw as if he’s memorizing me. He kisses me again, and I’m flooded with an intoxicating rush of desire.
Fire sparks in the way his mouth moves on mine. His hands stroke down my arms, over my back, gently over the curve of my stomach, to my hips.
“I want you, Kira.”
I slide a hand around his neck, running my fingers through the neatly-trimmed hair above his collar as I pull him closer. “I’m yours to have.”
My words stoke the flames. His mouth claims mine with a tug on my lower lip, as his hands slide under the back of my sweater. When he lifts it over my head, he doesn’t allow the cool air to give me a chill, as he runs his warm hands and hot mouth over every inch of my exposed skin.
Without words, his eyes and his movements tell me how much he likes what he finds, as he explores, and worships, all my curves.
As his mouth gently sucks on a bit of skin at the swell of my breast, he bends and flings back the covers on his bed. Gently, he lays me down there, nesting my head on his pillow, then peels off my leggings before tucking my feet under the covers.
The worship continues, as he explores all the new skin he’s revealed, stroking his wonderfully rough hands over my thighs, my calves, and back up toward my center, making me glow from inside with each tender touch.
He removes his own clothing quickly, and though I’m eager for him to be naked, I regret not being able to feast my eyes on his body for a longer time.
I catch quick glimpses of his broad chest covered with hair that’s darker than the gray on his head, tight abs that reflect the discipline he brings to all parts of his life, and a thick appendage hanging low between his powerful thighs that makes my pussy clench.
He slides into the bed, lining his body up next to mine, and pulls the covers over both of us. Those warm, leathered hands roam all over as he tangles me into a kiss that’s deeper and hotter, and leaves me breathless.
He disappears under the covers and kisses a path down to my chest. Reaching behind me, he deftly unhooks my bra with one hand and tosses it aside. I moan quietly as he lavishes my breasts with attention, kissing, licking, stroking, sucking.
This is a man who knows what he’s doing, and all the confidence he carries himself with comes through in every expert move of his tongue and every glide of his teeth. I writhe beneath him as he nearly brings me to orgasm without even moving below my waist.
But he does, eventually, move lower, when I’m panting and starting to beg for him in quiet whispers. Still hidden beneath the covers, he pulls my underwear off my hips and down my legs, the rough stubble on his face teasing my tender skin with his every movement.
He presses his lips to my center and pauses there, a lingering kiss that feels like gratitude. After a pause, his hand takes the place of his mouth, cupping me tenderly as he resurfaces. “Feeling all right?”
I tangle one of my legs with his and smile. “More than all right.”
He kisses me again as he slides a finger between my folds, and he groans when he finds how wet I am for him. “Kira.” He says my name like a prayer, and I wrap my arms around him, eager for our bodies to join.
He caresses a hand over my hip, his palm coming to rest lightly on my growing belly. “Let me know if anything is uncomfortable, or hurts, or if you want to stop.” He waits for me to meet his eyes. “I mean it.”
He won’t proceed until I agree. My comfort is all he cares about, even though the erection pressing against me tells me he wants this as badly as I do. “I will.”
Reaching over to his nightstand drawer, he produces a brand new box of condoms, unopened until now. With smooth skill, he has one out of a packet and wrapped around his cock in mere moments, all of this under the blankets, while he keeps me nice and warm.
With the way heat’s been gathering deep within me, I think I’d be warm even if we were outside in the blizzard.
But we’re not. As the storm rages, wind and snow battering the world beyond these walls, Andrew turns me on my side to face him, nudges his thick cock at my entrance, then presses inside, kissing me tenderly.
When I gasp, he pauses to check my expression. When he’s assured I’m feeling good, he pulls back, then presses in again, whispering my name on a sigh that nearly brings tears to my eyes.
I’ve never been so cherished, or so protected, and it makes me a little sad about every other intimate experience I’ve had before tonight.
He moves inside me with a quiet certainty, like this was destined to happen, and I think it was. It feels right, like nothing else ever has.
Our bodies dance together as if we’ve done this countless times before, but also like each stroke and thrust and touch is a revelation, new and unbelievably wonderful.
His cock fills me so completely, his powerful body keeps up a steady rhythm, and his hands and mouth never let me forget his focus is solely on my pleasure.
It makes me want to give him every bit of myself, and though I’m not holding back and I trust him completely, the impulse still scares me.
Andrew seems to sense the shift. “You okay?” He tips my chin toward him and studies my face.
I squeeze one of his shoulders and nuzzle into his chest. “I’m so good. Don’t stop.”
He slides a hand over my hair, soothing me, cupping my head in his palm, as his other hand does the very opposite of soothing.
His fingers find space between us to focus on my clit, pressing and rubbing until I’m muffling my mouth into his shoulder to keep from screaming my pleasure for the whole house to hear.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I pant near his ear, until I can speak no more. My hips angle toward him, my body seizes in ecstasy, and I fall apart as his embrace keeps me secure enough to fully let go.
I unravel, everything in me that I’ve been holding so tightly is set free. I surrender to it all, and after a long, blissful moment, come out stronger on the other side.
Andrew slows his pace, but stays rooted inside me. His arms hold me close as he kisses my forehead and strokes hair back from my cheeks.
Faintly, I become aware of the weather outside again, but here there’s only warmth and closeness.
As my heartbeat returns to its new normal, he starts to move faster inside me.
His fingers work at my clit again, and to my complete surprise, he brings me to release one more time before he begins to seek his own.
As I’m coming off another high, Andrew tenses inside me, then lets go, his hips pumping, his hands keeping me close, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
When it’s over, there’s a moment where he seems almost startled by all that’s happened, but after a blink, that look is gone, and he’s all about soothing me and attending to my needs.
“Was that good for you?” I ask. I’ve never been with a man who did so much giving and so very little taking.
“Kira.” He puts so much into the two short syllables of my name. How could you ask that? My god, are you kidding me? His tone of voice, his eyes, his touch, and every line and muscle that make up his expression are saying Fuck, that was incredible.
He brushes a hand lightly over my stomach, reverent. “Are you okay?”
“I’m so much more than okay.”
We kiss again, and it’s like a brand new thing. So much shared emotion, so much said with so few words.
We share a bond now, and even though it’s just emerging, it’s real, despite the complications that wait beyond this moment.
“What does this look like?” I ask. “With everything … with everyone.”
He props himself on one elbow, his expression thoughtful. “The three of us have shared a lot, but never a woman. As far as I know, none of us has ever done that.”
“And?”
He scrapes a hand over his head. His hair is always neat and tidy, but the way he ruffles it now makes me want to pull the covers over our heads and disappear with him for a while longer.
“This isn’t a normal situation,” he says. “We all care about you. Our lives are already tangled together in ways that don’t fit clean lines.”
Among the many things I’ve learned about Andrew is how much he values cleanliness and order, so I should be surprised when he says, “If it’s something you want to explore, we’ll do it carefully, with respect. No pressure.”
“I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
“Neither do I.” He rubs his knuckles over my cheek with a tender touch. “Would you like to sleep in here tonight?”
The thought of leaving this cozy little world we’ve made tonight is not appealing. “Unless you think it’s a bad idea.”
“Nothing we can’t sort out in the morning.” He kisses my forehead, then takes himself off to his ensuite bathroom, returning two minutes later. He’s put on flannel pajama pants, but leaves his chest gloriously bare, perfect to cuddle into as soon as he gets back in bed.
His strong arms wrap around me as he kisses the top of my head. “Get some rest.”
As I listen to the wind howl outside, I know there are many questions left unresolved, but right now, they feel more like possibilities than threats.