Chapter 15 #2
I stood just outside the entrance, the mist from the falls cooling my skin as I waited for her to change.
My heart raced with anticipation, a rare feeling for me, Keith Krogen, the man who built empires, reduced to nerves over a woman in a dress.
But Aurelia wasn't just any woman. She was the one who'd cracked my armor, made me feel alive in ways I thought were long dead.
I knocked lightly on the concealed door, my voice steady despite the pulse in my veins. "Aurelia? Are you dressed?"
Her voice came through, soft and a bit hesitant. "Yes, you can come in."
I half-opened the door, peeking inside to give her space, but she turned toward me at that moment, and a gust of wind from the falls rushed through the opening, making her dress and hair flow like something out of a fantasy.
The champagne-beige two-piece caught the breeze, the draped bodice fluttering slightly, the asymmetrical lace strips on the skirt dancing around her legs.
Her hair, loose and braided, whipped around her face, framing those eyes that locked onto mine with a mix of surprise and allure.
She was breathtaking, the halter top wrapping around her neck, the pearls and beads sparkling against her fair skin, the waist chain glinting like a secret promise.
My breath caught, a surge of desire hitting me hard.
She always did this to me. Made me hard just thinking about her.
Her curves, her smile, the way she moved.
Even now, seeing her in the dress I'd had made for her, my mind flashed to peeling it off, exploring every inch.
I stepped inside fully, closing the door behind me, my eyes never leaving hers as I descended toward her, each step deliberate, the air between us thickening with tension.
The cave's natural light poured through the glass, illuminating her like a goddess, her full lips parted slightly, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths.
Inches away, the scent of her floral perfume mixed with the mist, intoxicating me further.
She turned her back to me then, perhaps shy, perhaps teasing, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of its own.
I closed the distance, coming up behind her, my nose brushing her hair as I inhaled deeply.
Jasmine and rose, mixed with her natural sweetness.
It drove me wild, my cock hardening further, pressing against my pants.
"I knew the dress would fit you," I murmured, my voice low and rough, my breath hot against her ear.
"I had it made especially for you. Every detail, every pearl, imagined on your body. "
She shivered, and I wrapped my arm around her waist, feeling her soft skin under my palm.
With a swift motion, I whipped her around to face me, our bodies colliding softly, her breasts pressing against my chest. Her eyes widened, but she didn't pull away, her hands coming to rest on my arms. I slid my finger from the small mole on her collarbone, that faint mark I'd noticed at dinner, a secret spot that begged to be kissed down the line of her top, caressing the swell of her breast, feeling her nipple harden under my touch through the fabric.
She gasped, her body arching slightly into me.
My finger continued down the sides of her waist, tracing her curves, finally reaching the waist chain.
The metal was cool, but her skin was fire.
I hooked my finger into it, pulling her impossibly closer, no space for air between us, my hard cock pressing against her stomach.
Our lips hovered, breaths mingling, the tension electric.
I teased her, brushing my lips against hers without fully kissing, feeling her tremble.
"If you knew what I'm thinking right now," I whispered, my voice gravelly with desire, "you'd take that dress off and never wear it outside this room ever again. Only I am meant to see this."
She let out a soft moan, her eyes darkening, and I gave her a light peck, just a taste.
She responded immediately, giving me a light peck back, her lips soft and tentative.
That was it. Control snapped. I grabbed her by the neck, my hand firm but not rough, pulling her into a devouring kiss, my mouth claiming hers with hunger.
Our tongues battled, the kiss deep and consuming, her taste flooding my senses.
I broke away briefly, growling against her lips, "Aurelia.
The essence of you wakes up my inner demon, the one that lives for the pleasure of breaking you apart. "
She gasped, her hands clutching my shirt. "Keith..."
"Should I ruin you?" I asked, my hand sliding down her body.
"Am I asking this? Maybe. But you already submitted yourself to me. Didn’t you?
" My fingers glided lower, slipping under the skirt's hem, finding her bare pussy wet, dripping, no panties in sight.
I growled, my cock throbbing painfully. "See, I can feel that submission through your juices. "
My fingers were soaked instantly, her arousal coating them, dripping down in rivulets that splashed onto my shoes. "Fuck, Aurelia." I said, my voice thick. "I love it, but I will make sure you fucking drip like hell."
She moaned again, her hips bucking against my hand. "Keith... please..."
"You've ruined my shoes," I exclaimed, pulling my fingers back to show her the glistening evidence. "That deserves punishment."
Her eyes widened, but there was excitement there, desire.
She started to undress, her fingers going to the neck of her bodice, opening it slowly, one breast becoming visible.
Full, perfect, nipple hard and begging for my mouth.
The sight sent a jolt straight to my cock, but I stopped her, my hands on hers. "Not yet."
I lifted her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist, carrying her to the bed.
Laying her down, I kissed her legs, starting from her ankles, my lips trailing up her calves, knees, thighs, the lace strips of the skirt brushing my face.
I opened the skirt slowly, untying the sides, peeling it away to reveal her bare pussy, wet and ready.
Then the top, sliding it off, leaving her in only the waist chain, the pearls glinting against her skin like jewels on a queen.
“The things I want to do to you would make the devil blush, Aurelia”
Her breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her parted lips, and color bloomed across her cheeks.
She was naked before me, her body a masterpiece.
Breasts heaving, nipples peaked, curves that drove me mad.
I used my finger first, circling her clit, then sliding inside her, curling to hit that spot.
She arched, moaning, her juices flowing as I pumped, adding a second finger, then a third, stretching her.
I kept on pumping as she struggled to contain herself.
"Cum for me," I commanded, “Show me that pussy knows who it belongs to” and she did, her body shaking, pussy clenching around my fingers.
“Keith…” a cry escaped her lips.
I lay back on the bed, stripping off my clothes, my cock hard and ready. "Get on your throne," I said, "and own it. My Maneskin"
My nickname for her sparked something inside her and she straddled me, her pussy hovering over my dick, then lowering slowly, taking me in inch by inch.
The tightness was exquisite, her wetness coating me as she rode, her breasts bouncing, waist chain jingling with each movement.
But I stopped her mid-ride, my hands on her hips.
Flipping her onto her back, I thrust inside her, deep and hard, the position allowing me to see her face, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Fuck, you feel perfect," I groaned, pounding relentlessly. Finally! I came too, filling her, the release explosive.
After we were done Aurelia sat beside me, her back against the headboard.
For a long moment, I just watched her , the way her hair fell in quiet disarray, the faint pink still painting her cheeks.
She looked both exhausted and alive. My hand brushed her thigh without thought, not to pull her closer, just to remind myself she was really here.
She turned her head, meeting my gaze , those eyes, guarded yet curious. I almost didn’t say it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to shatter the quiet between us with something as simple as this. But I did anyway.
“My father’s birthday is this weekend,” I said finally, my voice breaking the quiet. “He’s hosting one of his usual gatherings , too much wine, too many people pretending they matter.”
She turned her head toward me, curious. “And you want me there?”
I met her gaze. “I want you with me.”
Her brow arched slightly, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “As your… date?”
“As mine,” I said, letting the words hang between us. “Not as a guest, not as an employee , as the woman by my side.”
She studied me for a moment, searching my face like she was trying to read the intent behind the invitation. I knew what it sounded like , simple, maybe even casual. But it wasn’t. It was a line crossed.
Her voice was softer when she spoke again. “You’re aware that’s not just a dinner invitation, right?”
I smirked. “I’m counting on that.”
A pause , then the corner of her lips lifted, slow and deliberate. “Alright. I’ll come.”
Something in my chest tightened , something I didn’t care to name. I reached over, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering just long enough to make her shiver.
“Good,” I murmured. “You’ll need a dress.”