Chapter 24
Killian
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my towel.
After drying my body, I wrapped it around my waist and headed into my bedroom.
I grabbed a pair of boxers, shorts, and a t-shirt and tossed them on the bed.
I didn’t want to keep Alayah waiting, so I made haste in moisturizing my skin.
I took my skin care seriously as a man. No woman could ever say I was ashy, smelled, or had crusty ass feet.
Once I was dressed, I headed back to the kitchen to find that Alayah had set the table for us.
She sat waiting patiently for me to join her.
The spread she prepared looked and smelled amazing.
I remembered watching her cook dinner for her sisters.
She’d always find ways to make the food appealing to them, like making mashed potato mountains with broccoli trees and gravy rivers.
I remembered thinking she would make a great mother one day.
The thought crossed my mind whether she even wanted children now.
The image of a little mini us ran through my mind briefly.
I could see a beautiful little girl with freckles and a head full of curls who looked just like her.
Then I saw a little boy with every bit of my likeness.
It made me smile.
I joined Alayah at the table and reached for her hands to bless the food. Once I was done, we dug in. The pork chop was so tender and flavorful. The mashed potatoes were creamy, and the broccoli was cooked just right.
“You put your foot in this,” I said, swallowing.
“Thank you. It’s just a little something. I wanted to be useful. You won’t let me pay you.”
“Alayah, you don’t have to be useful. While you’re here, this is your home. I want you to be comfortable. Don’t feel like you have to make homecooked meals all the time, even though I could get used to this,” I added with a chuckle.
“I’ll try to remember that this is home.” She giggled softly. “I bet you didn’t think we’d end up here from a study session.”
“I didn’t. But the best things are unexpected.”
She smiled. “They are.”
Our gazes locked for a moment. She chewed slowly as she watched me.
“Something on your mind?” I asked.
“A lot is on my mind.”
“Like?”
She shook her head. “I’d rather not say.”
I decided not to press her. We continued to eat, mostly in silence.
When we were done, I helped her clear the table and do the dishes before she retreated to her room to shower.
I settled on the couch in the dark to watch a little TV before I went to lay down for the night.
It wasn’t long before I heard the sounds of Alayah’s feet on the hardwood floor.
Looking over my shoulder, my eyes widened as she came around the corner in a short pajama set. My mouth watered at the sight of those thick, luscious thighs on full display. She rounded the couch, and my eyes drifted to the plump roundness of her ass.
Shit!
She took a seat on the other end of the couch and tucked her feet under her. I flipped through the channels until I came upon The Best Man.
“I love this one,” she said faintly.
“You know they made a limited series after the second one.”
“They did? I’ll have to catch up.”
“Maybe after your movie date with Ellie, we can have a movie date of our own.”
She smiled. “I’d like that.”
“I have this projector and a screen I set up for her in the backyard from time to time. She loves watching movies on it.”
“I love how thoughtful you are with her. You’re gonna make a great dad one day.”
“I hope so. I mean, my dad is pretty great, so I have some big shoes to fill.”
“How many kids do you want?”
“Maybe two—a boy and a girl. Honestly, I just want them to be healthy. I’ll love whatever I get.” I looked over at her. “Do you want kids? You ever thought about that, considering…you know?”
She looked down at her fingers, plucking at her nails. “Once upon a time, I wanted a family. I told myself if I ever had children that I would be nothing like my mother, and their father would be nothing like mine, whoever he is. My babies would be loved and respected.”
She said that with conviction, and I could tell that she meant it.
“They would be lucky children to have you as a mom. Watching you care for your sisters then and now, Mama Bear would be nothing to play with.”
She giggled. “I wouldn’t. There are very few things that take me out of character, but my kids most definitely will.”
“I’m glad to see you have hope for the future.”
“I’ve been thinking a lot about my future lately. I think I want to open a natural hair salon. I’m thankful to Uncle Clive for this job, but for the first time, I have a chance to have something of my own. I have to make that work for me.”
“I got you. Whatever you need to get that up and running, I’ll help with. If you need somebody to sweep those little beady beads off the floor, I can do that, too.”
She laughed out loud. “I appreciate that. I do want to take an apprenticeship or something, just so I can learn a little more first.”
“I like the way you think. There’s always room for improvement.”
A satisfied smile played on her face. She scooted a little closer to me, pausing for a moment before resting her head on my shoulder.
She slid her arm around mine, then laced our fingers.
I placed a kiss to her forehead as we settled back into the movie.
Aside from the audio, it was quiet and still.
That was until the flashback of Harper and Mia making love. Alayah sat up, squirming slightly. Her eyes averted from the TV, and she looked over at me. When I caught her staring, she abruptly looked away.
Again, I asked, “Something on your mind?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“It’s personal.”
“Ask your question, love.”
“When…When’s the last time you’ve been with a woman?”
“Oh, well it’s been a while—like eight months or so.”
“Have you had a lot of partners?”
“I can’t say that I have. Five at best.”
“Would you say you satisfied them?”
I chuckled. “I haven’t had any complaints if that’s what you’re asking. Why so curious?”
She gave me a look. “I’ve never…I’ve never been with anyone willingly. I never had a traditional first time, and I don’t…you know.”
“Masturbate?”
“Yes. I’ve never had the desire until recently.
I don’t know if I’m ready to have the full experience.
” She took a deep breath. “What I’m trying to say is I want to experience something pleasurable.
I don’t trust any other man to take care of me the way I think you would take care of me, Killian.
I feel like you would respect my body and not make things as awkward as I probably will. ”
She hesitated for a moment, before throwing caution to the wind and straddling my lap. Those enticing brown orbs peered down at me as she raked her nails through my beard.
“Do you want me, Killian?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“You have my consent.”
I stilled in my seat. Did she just give me permission to pleasure her?
“Are you sure?”
She nodded. “I’m sure.”
I reached for the remote and turned the TV off.
With her secured in my arms, I stood from the couch and carried her down the hall to my bedroom.
Inside, I placed her in the middle of the bed.
Stepping back, I pulled off my shirt. Her eyes perused my tattooed chest. Reaching up, she traced the outline of the matching tattoo I’d gotten with her.
Taking her hand, I kissed her fingers before leaning in to kiss her lips. My hands rested on her thighs, then moved up her sides and under her shirt. She trembled slightly.
“I can stop,” I said softly.
She shook her head. “I’m okay.”
I lifted the shirt over her head and pulled it off, tossing it behind me. Staring back at me was the most beautiful set of full breasts with perfect Hershey-kissed nipples. I eased her down onto her back and took the first nipple into my mouth. She gasped.
Closing my eyes, I sucked and savored the taste of her as I alternated between the hardened buds.
“K–Killian…” she whimpered.
As I continued to suck her nipples, I trailed my fingers up her thighs. A slight tremble shook her. Slipping my hand into her shorts, I was surprised to find the insides of her thighs coated in her essence.
“Can I touch you?” I asked.
“Y–Yes!”
I wasted no time cupping her mound in my hand. My middle and ring finger dipped into her wetness and circled her clit. Another gasp expelled from her, followed by a moan.
“Oooo!”
That was possibly the sweetest sound to grace my ears. I strummed her clit a little faster, causing her back to arch from the bed. The pleasure written on her face was undeniable. She deserved this, and I was more than willing to bring her to her first bout of real ecstasy.
“Can I taste you, baby?” I whispered against her lips.
She nodded. “Yes.”
I pulled my hand away long enough to maneuver her shorts down over her hips and pull them off. She was soaking wet at this point. The aroma of her sweet arousal permeated my nostrils and made my mouth water. I dropped to my knees in front of her and draped her legs over my shoulders.
Her swollen clit peeked out at me, beckoning my face to the sweet spot between her thighs. Closing my eyes, I wrapped my lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her legs immediately began to tremble. She gasped repeatedly as I kissed and sucked her clit.
“K–Killian. Oh my God…”
I moaned into her, and the vibrations had her legs clamping around my head. Reaching up, I toyed with her equally sensitive nipple while enjoying my meal.
“Oh my God,” she cried out.
“I’m gonna penetrate you, okay? Just relax. I’ll be gentle.”
She looked down at me and nodded slowly. When I eased the first finger in, she tensed slightly.
“Relax,” I coached. “Look at me, baby.”
Her gaze fell to mine as I slowly eased the finger in and out of her.
“You’re doing so good, love. Keep breathing…deep breaths.”
As she took another deep breath, I slid the second finger in.
“Good girl. That’s it. Tell me how it feels.”
“It…shit. It feels so good.”
“Don’t you deserve to feel good, Layah?”
“Yes… Killian, please. I’m gonna—”
“You can hold it,” I said, strumming her clit with my thumb. “It’s so much better when you hold it. Squeeze.”
Her walls contracted around my fingers, and another audible cry came from her.
At this point, her head thrashed about wildly against the bed.
Her hands gripped the comforter, and her toes curled next to my ears.
Bated breaths filled the air surrounding us.
I latched on to her clit once more as I continued to glide my fingers in and out of her wetness with skilled precision.
The moment I tapped against her G-spot, her body went into a fit of uncontrollable spasms. She gasped repeatedly, attempting to steal back every breath I’d stolen and then some.
With a final stroke of my fingers, her essence coated my hand and ran down my wrist. Her breath caught in her throat as she rode the magical wave of her first orgasm.
I pulled my mouth away so I could watch her writhe before me.
She was cumming, and I was still stroking her middle.
Those thick thighs trembled, and it was a pleasure to watch her come down from the high.
She laid there, panting heavily, tears streaming down the sides of her face.
I pulled my fingers away and licked her essence from them.
I had to savor every drop of her sweetness as I possibly could.
When she finally returned to a normal state, she sat up and looked at me with drunken eyes.
I smirked. “Are you good?”
She nodded. “I need a nap.”
I chuckled. “Let me clean you up, and we can go to bed.”
I stood and went to grab a warm washcloth. After cleaning her up, I tossed it into the laundry bin then helped her redress. Pulling back the covers, I tucked her safely under before joining her. She snuggled close to me and rested her head on my chest.
There was no talking about what she’d just experienced.
No checking her mental level.
None of that.
Within a minute, she was down for the count with a smile on her pretty face.