by Mahi Mistry
He nodded, running his hand through my hair, making me melt in his arms, “During the entire scene, did you ever think about using your safe words?”
Opening my eyes, I looked at his face, which was a hair’s breadth away from me. I cupped his cheek and kissed his nose. “No, not even for a moment.”
Ethan sighed in relief when I ran my hand through his hair. “But promise me you will use your safe words when I push you too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can never hurt me, Ethan. And I promise I will use them when it gets too much,” I said truthfully.
A small smile appeared on his face, his eyes glittering with what I could decipher as happiness. “Good girl, now sleep. You must be tired.”
I pursed my lips and settled comfortably with him.
“Was that an order or a request?”
“Both. Go to sleep, Kiara.”
Now that was an order.
I smiled. “Okay, Big Daddy.”
Ethan pinched my butt, making me snicker as I watched him smile at me and snuggle me into his chest.
I was having a hard time focusing on simple things since last night. Like getting hard thinking about Kiara or not burning the eggs in a pan. Or my favorite, having a cold shower without getting hard because that shit hurt, and I did not want blue balls.
Last night’s date took a whole different turn than what I had imagined. Kiara wanted a baby, and she wanted me to put a baby inside her. My jaw clenched thinking about it. I wanted to know what would happen after she gets pregnant.
Would I see her stomach grow each day? Would she let me talk to the baby growing inside her womb? Would I hear the child’s first words? First steps? I wondered how he or she would look. If anything, the baby should have Kiara’s smile with that dimple.
“Good morning.”
My body tensed when Kiara’s arms wrapped around my torso, her body pressing against mine as she hugged me from behind. I snapped out of my thoughts and cleared my throat.
I switched the fried eggs to the plate beside the chopped avocado and juicy strawberries and turned around to find a very sleepy Kiara, hugging my chest. I smiled and pulled away to see that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath the blanket she had dragged to the kitchen.
Six years had passed, and Kiara was still not a morning person. Some things never change.
“Really, Kiara? Parading naked in my house already,” I teased and set out plates on the marble countertop of the island.
Her hair was in a bun and she looked like she had washed her face with cold water but still couldn’t wake up her brain even after brushing her teeth.
“I am so tired,” she mumbled.
I sat down, pushing her plate toward her to have her breakfast. Instead of sitting down on a separate stool, she tipped on her toes and settled on my lap, making me grin at her. Her small body fit perfectly on me as she leaned on my chest. The blanket covering her slid down a little. I took a sharp breath gazing at her cleavage.
Don’t you dare stand, Eiffel. Stay down.
We ate our breakfast in comfortable silence until Kiara opened her pouty lips and my ability to think straight went down the drain.
“So, I was thinking about last night,” she started and licked her fingers, making me clench my jaw as I imagined her using that tongue and lips on her knees near my—
Bad Eiffel!
“And?” I asked impatiently as she closed her eyes, her eyelashes making shadows on her cheeks while I softly massaged the skin on her thighs. So smooth and soft. The dirty part of me wondered how red her skin would become when I flog her and she begged me to make her come again and again and again.
Gazing at me with her half-lidded hooded eyes and sultry look on her face, Kia whispered, “I want to return the favor.”
My eyebrows raised as she turned toward me. The blanket fell over her left shoulder, my eyes taking in the delicious view of her perky left breast, her nipple hard. I licked my lips and flickered my eyes at her face, a small smirk tugging her lips as she straddled me, holding my face in her warm hands. I knew that dirty glint in her eyes. Because I had the same look while I was eating her out. And my Bella wanted to devour me right now.
I took a sharp breath when she leaned closer, pressing her body against mine making her soft breasts squish against my bare chest. She brushed her lips against the shell of my ear and exhaled softly as tingles shot through my body.
“I want to be on my knees and . . .” a soft groan escaped my throat when her palm cupped my hardened shaft through the sweatpants, rubbing her hand back and forth as she added, her voice husky, “Suck your cock until you make me swallow your cum.”
“Kiara,” I warned, my voice strained hearing her dirty talk, my hands fisting in my lap. I wasn’t even touching her because if I did, I would throw her on the island and have my favorite breakfast, spreading her thighs.
Her hand slipped under my waistband, now stroking me gently and making me sigh as I gazed at her. My eyes widened a bit when she pulled her hand up to lick her palm with her tongue. I gaped at her, watching in awe and lust as she slid her wet hand back and forth on my erect dick.
Her dirty brown eyes met mine, the pad of her thumb brushed my bottom lip, “What? Let me pleasure you.”
“Oh, fuck.”
A soft moan escaped my lips and I wanted to close my eyes when her fingers ran over the head of my cock, massaging the frenulum. I gazed at her through my pleasure-filled haze as she wet her lips with her dirty tongue and leaned down to lick my neck and kiss my adam’s apple before trailing her kisses to my collarbone.
“Let me worship you, Ethan,” she whispered breathily, “Please. Let me suck your dick. I will make it worth it.”
I wasn’t going to deny at first, so sure, go ahead.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded, “Yes, Kiara.”
I had dirty talked with most of my sexual partners, but Kiara was the first one to dirty talk right back, and it was a huge fucking turn on. I could come by hearing her dirty, filthy words.
As soon as I confirmed the blowjob, which was going to happen if she asked me or not, Kiara pulled away from me and stood up. I frowned at the loss of her body heat against mine.
She eyed me up and down, biting her lip. “Stay here.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I muttered under my breath, too excited to move an inch. I watched her ass when she walked toward the refrigerator and pulled out an ice tray. I frowned when she pulled out ice cubes in a small bowl with a bottle of chocolate syrup and walked back to me.
“Spread your legs,” she demanded, making me raise my eyebrows.
Well, okay. I would let her have the upper hand in this.
“First remove that fucking blanket. I want to see you naked.”
Only a bit.
A sexy smirk tugged her lips as she slid the blanket down her shoulders and let it pool around her ankles with a soft whisper. My eyes roved over her bare body. I smiled at the small love bites peppered over her neck, breasts, stomach, and legs, remembering last night.
Kiara went down on her knees when I spread my legs, still sitting on the stool. I bit my lip when she removed my sweatpants and licked her own lips as she hungrily stared at the length of me.
Her hooded brown eyes flickered to my face. “Have you ever received a blowjob with ice cubes?”
Well, no, but looks like I am about to.
I had to blink twice to realize what she was asking. Have I given oral with ice? Yes. Have I received one? No. I shook my head, too speechless to answer a verbal reply as Kiara smiled and sucked a cube of ice between her lips.
Oh my fucking God.
Clenching my jaw, I watched her stroke me with her hand, her fingers circling the head, and I couldn’t help my long sigh. I gulped nervously when she leaned on her knees and spread them, my eyes flickering to see wetness pooling between her thighs as her cold lips wrapped around the bulbous head of my dick.
My entire body reacted at the
feeling as I held her head. “Holy fuck, Kia!”
I had never experienced a sensation like it before, and my body was reacting strongly toward Kiara’s hands and lips. Her free hand held my thigh, her eyes averting to my eyes as she sucked me deeper, her cold tongue flicking against the tip, making me moan when my lower abdomen clenched.
I had to control my heavy breathing when she pulled away, only to take a cold ice cube in her mouth and suck me. This time, I didn’t dare to hold back my groans when the cold walls of her mouth took me deeper. My hand tightened around her hair, tugging her closer when her nails dug in my thighs.
“Oh, yes, Bella,” I whispered throatily, my voice deep and smoky as the ice turned into cold water inside her mouth, dribbling down her lips to her neck and down the valley of her breasts.
Kiara repeated her actions with another ice cube, making me jerk at the new sensations. Her muffled moans made me shiver when they reverberated through my cock to my entire body.
“Fuck, do that again. Moan with my cock inside your mouth,” I groaned and felt hot all over my body when Kiara followed my command, moaning and moving her hips as her head bobbed up and down my veiny shaft.
She pulled away only to uncap the bottle of chocolate and drizzle it over my lower stomach and cock. God, she was going all dirty for me. Relaxing back in the stool, I closed my eyes and swore loudly when I felt her hot mouth lapping over my lower stomach, biting my hips just for the tease.
I looked down and met one of the most erotic sights ever. Kiara’s messy waves were down, brushing her back as she hungrily licked and kissed me as if she was worshipping me as she had said before. I want to marry this woman. The thought of her being with anyone else made me furious and jealous if she had ever given them a blowjob like this one.
I didn’t like the thoughts running in my head. I fisted her hair in my hand and said, “Keep your hands behind your back.”
Kiara momentarily pulled away, licking her lips and blinking at me through her lust dazed eyes. “What?”
“Keep your hands behind your back and then suck me,” I explained, my eyes devouring her naked body kneeling at my feet. “And spread your legs. Wider.” I nodded when she struggled to keep upright, her chest arching toward me with a clouded expression in her eyes.
“Good girl.”
As if my comment affected her, Kiara leaned down and took me deep and hard in her mouth, her cold tongue flicking on the underside of my shaft, making me groan in pleasure. I couldn’t help but lead her head on my veiny cock, her muffled whimpers and moans turning me on as she desperately tried to sit upright while pleasuring me.
I enjoyed the small trail of her juices on her inner thigh when I slowly started fucking her tight mouth. I paused and let her relax when she gagged as my head grazed the back of her throat and did it again until she was deep throating me. I cursed and swore when I went faster, holding her hair as tears welled in her eyes, her legs shivering when our groans echoed in the room.
But I wasn’t done here. I pulled away, her eyes wide, “Stand up, Bella.”
She frowned but stood up, holding my hand. She let out a small yelp of surprise when I held her waist and placed her down on the marble island. I spread her legs, holding them away with my hands, and licked her soaking pussy.
I increased my rhythm when a garbled moan escaped her lips, her hands tugging my hair. I sunk my tongue inside her wet cavern, my fingers tightening on her legs. I pulled away and laid her back on the cold marble while I slowly uncapped the chocolate syrup bottle, her eyes widening. She licked her lips and watched me devour her with my gaze.
“What are you doing, Ethan?” she whispered, leaning up on her elbows when I kept the bowl of ice cubes on the empty stool.
I smirked and kept my hand on her chest, I gently pushed her down and wrapped my hand around her throat. “Having my breakfast,” I answered, watching her gasp when I drizzled the chocolate syrup on her breasts, stomach and pulled away to let it drop over her hips and inner thighs.
Kiara breathed, “Don’t miss any spots.”
My smirk widened when I held a few ice cubes in my hand and replied, “I won’t.”
I dived in. Licking, nibbling, and kissing all the chocolate from her trembling body while she writhed, moaning my name and twisting around when my mouth landed on her soaking pussy.
When I was tired of the same chocolaty taste on my tongue, I twirled an ice cube on her pebbled nipples and sucked on them until the only name Kiara knew was mine.
“What’s your middle name, Kiara?” I asked between teasing her and licked her inner thighs, my fingers kneading her soft breasts.
“Uh . . . uh, it’s—mngk, ohmyfuckinggod, Ethan!” She half screamed and half moaned.
I chuckled and released her swollen clitoris from between my teeth. I flicked it with my tongue to make her feel better and continued to eat her out. I took a sharp breath when her hand wrapped around my stiff member, making me hover above her, her bottom lip wedged between her teeth.
Leaning down, I kissed her, moving her hair away from her body as our chests pressed against each other, her free hand roaming over my abs when I moaned her name. Her palm was massaging my dick as I sunk two fingers inside her dripping pussy. A whimper escaped her pink lips.
“What are you doing, Kiara?” I asked, my voice gruff when I continued to fuck her with my fingers and curled them ever so slightly to scrape against her g-spot.
Her beautiful pink breasts were heaving up and down as she pleaded, “Fuck me, Ethan. Please.”
My eyes darkened, and it took a significant amount of self-control to shake my head. “No, Kiara. Not right now.”
“But why?” she whined. Her lips went 'O' when I curled my fingers in a come-here motion. A long moan elicited from her throat.
I gave a small thrust in her hand, “Because I said so. I don’t want to have our first time on a fucking kitchen island.”
Kiara gasped in pleasure and went back to stroking me with her hand as her eyes gleamed, “But we can go to your room.”
“I said no,” I narrowed my eyes at her. “I want to explore your little body. Tease you, clamp you, gag you, flog you and spank you before I sink my cock inside this tight pussy.” Each time, I thrust in her palm and fucked her as I felt her getting wetter at what I had just said.
Kiara’s expression was a mix between frustration and desire as she replied, licking her lips, “Okay, Ethan.”
I closed my eyes and let out a small groan when I felt myself getting closer to orgasm. “Ugh, fuck, Kiara. I am so fucking close,” I whispered when I fucked her tight hole faster and deeper, her moans increasing with mine.
“Oh, God, I am going to come!” Kiara gasped, her hips moving in rhythm to meet mine as her back bowed from the marble.
She groaned deeply as her orgasm washed over her little body, trembling and shaking with the aftershocks. I clenched my jaw, jerking and moaning her name when I came all over her taut stomach and breasts. We both watched with our half-lidded eyes as I kept spurting on her body until I sighed in relief, leaning on the marble.
I licked my lips when I watched Kiara twirl my semen around her nipple and lick her finger with her tongue and slightly spreading her legs. I blinked out of her seduction and scooped her in my arms before she literally rode me to hell for the sinful thoughts.
“Let’s get you washed up,” I muttered, kissing the top of her head and marching toward my bathroom. I ignored the pout on her lips as we stood against each other when I turned the knob of my shower.
Katherine sipped on her glass of water, “I always feel wet.”
My eyes widened, and I looked past her enormous baby bump to see if she was wet or not. She was six months pregnant, so I was sure she couldn’t have her water break but what was she talking about.
Anya, who was sitting beside me, nodded at my friend and sipped her wine. “I understand. And not even the sexy wet.”
“Yes! It’s like I might have peed myself, but I know I hav
en’t.”
I exhaled a sharp breath looking at my friends, “Wow.”
We were all invited to Katherine and Ryan’s co-ed baby shower. By we, I mean, all our high school friends and it was like a reunion. I had already met Rio, Volt, and Becky with his two sons and Liam. There was noticeable tension between Liam and me, but Ethan was by my side making it less awkward. They both had arrived together after their swim practice while Anya, Andrew, and I arrived together.
Katherine rolled her eyes and adjusted her satin dress which hugged her beautiful curvy body. I was almost jealous. “Oh, hush, you. When you get pregnant, you will know what we are talking about.”
My eyes darted to my stomach, and I clenched my jaw. I took the glass of water placed on the table and gulped it down. I wanted to be pregnant and hoped I would be as soon as possible.
Anya cleared her throat and asked, “So, how is everything going with Ethan?”
“Ethan, huh?” Katherine gave me a sly smirk and glanced at the round table next to us.
The baby shower was held in their backyard and decorated with baby blue and white flowers and curtains as she was pregnant with a baby boy. Ryan, Ethan, Liam, Rio, and Volt sat at the other table with their other friends. My eyes couldn’t stay away from Ethan, and I clenched my legs as I saw him grinning at something Rio said. He looked absolutely beautiful and devilishly handsome when he was happy.
Fuck, it should be illegal for him to be this handsome.
He turned my way, his blue-green eyes twinkling in the warm evening sunlight. I took a sharp breath when he winked at me and eyed me shamelessly. I felt a hot prickling sensation, and even though I was wearing a dress, I felt naked under his piercing gaze. I looked away first, trying to forget how delicious he looked in a crisp white shirt.
I cleared my throat and replied to Anya’s question. “Everything with Ethan is going great. More than great, actually.” I squeezed my legs together, desperate for some friction, and surprising myself when I found my thong drenched. “We are getting along well.”