Chapter Twenty Four - Tia

As soon as the decision is made and I know that we’ll be leaving America soon, a freedom bursts in my chest. I push myself up onto my tiptoes to reach Kian’s high up lips so I can kiss them with everything that I feel for him. I’m so glad that he wants me because he’s all that I want too. I cannot imagine spending even one more day of my life without him.

I don’t want to remain in America, even if the opportunities are better. There are too many bad memories here that I never want to think about again. I would much rather be in my safe haven where all of this is miles away, with my friendship group and my happy life. However, if Kian had told me then that he wanted to stay in America, I would do it for him. I love him too damn much, I would do anything for this wonderful man.

My fingers idly trace up his stomach where I find the scar left behind from his injury. I delicately brush it, noticing for the first time in a very long time that he isn’t wincing from the pain. He must be on his way to getting better, fully better, which is awesome.

“How are you feeling now?” I mutter against his lips. “Are you okay?”

“Good enough for this.” His hands circle my waist and I start to feel the material of my top slide up over my head. There’s a deep passion as he curls his finger tips around the material which I haven’t felt in a very long time. I’ve been trying to contain myself, to hold the deep fiery need inside until Kian is better, and now finally it seems like that time has come. My heart beats faster as goose bumps prickle along my now, naked skin.

“Are you sure?” I ask breathlessly as I feel a deep throbbing all over my body. My core is already pulsating desperately and he hasn’t even confirmed that this is going to happen yet. “You aren’t still too hurt, are you?” I don’t want to hurt him more, even if I want it.

“I’m not too hurt for you, no,” he growls while nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth. “I have hated holding back. I don’t think I can do it for another second longer.”

With that it’s my turn to remove his top and as I do I allow my fingers to feel every millimeter of his strong, sculpted abs. I’ve missed this body so much that I could groan and pant all night long. As I’ve been writing, I keep getting distracted by the memory of how good it is to be with Kian, so I’m so glad I get the chance again.

Once Kian’s top is off I push him roughly backwards until his back hits the wall behind him. His eyes widen in shock which only causes a cheeky smile to spread across my lips. It’s ben far too long since we’ve been in this position and I damn well want to take full advantage of it. I walk towards him, swaying my hips as I go, which makes him lick his lips with anticipation. I like that look on his face, it makes my heart pound even harder.

As soon as I meet Kian’s body again I connect my mouth with his neck. I start by kissing him softly and gently while slowly trailing my fingers along the waistband of his boxers. There’s an intense heat coming from there, I can feel a steely rod inside, but first I want to make him wait until he can barely stand it anymore. I want to drive him crazy.

Eventually he grunts loudly, his thighs tense, and his fingers grip tightly into my hips. I know then that I have my moment. I clamp my teeth down into Kian’s neck, biting him and marking him as mine, all while dipping my hand into his underwear and wrapping my fingers around that thick, incredible shaft. His hot, thick, throbbing erection.

“Oh God,” I groan into his throat. “Fuck.” I forgot how big he is, how good he feels. The memory floods me violently. “Oh, Kian.”

His short, sharp breaths tell me that my touch is doing it for him, so I run my hand up and down him, absolutely loving the sound that flies from his lips as I do. He’s needy, he’s desperate, he’s mine. I want to take that one step further, and judging by the wetness inside my mouth my whole body is utterly desperate for a taste of him.

I pull my hand away from him, smiling as Kian protests, until I drop to my knees with a thud in front of him, silencing him completely.

I keep my eyes fixed upon Kian as I pull his trousers down and get rid of his boxers too. It was fine to touch him underneath the material with just my hands, but now I need him springing free and standing to attention. As his cock falls from his pants, I inhale deeply, squirming as the sexy, masculine scent of him fills my nostrils.

I take his shaft in one hand and run gentle kisses up and down him for a moment. It quickly becomes obvious that he likes my mouth near his tip, so I remain there for a few seconds, brushing my lips against him, tickling him with my breath, and eventually flickering my tongue over him as if he’s an ice cream that I just can’t get enough of.

“Oh fuck,” he moans while lolling his head to one side in sheer ecstasy. He looks so damn sexy like that. “Tia, your mouth… it’s amazing. You have no fucking idea.”

I move my whole head closer and part my lips. Kian rests his cock on my tongue, begging for entrance. His tense thighs are almost shuddering as he waits, and I can’t help but love the power this gives me over him. I love having control over this big, beautiful man, it reminds me that after everything we’ve been through he’s finally mine. Then I open my mouth wider and I slide him down as far as I can manage, until he’s hitting the back of my throat. I can taste him back there, and it feels damn good.

“Shit, Tia.” Kian’s hands knot up into my hair. He tugs my head slightly, pulling me back. I let him control my movements but only for a second. I need him to remember that I’m the powerful one here. I’m the one in command. “Oh God.”

I drag my mouth back to his tip, flicking my tongue the entire way. He tastes delicious, sweet and salty all at once, making my heart beat faster. My panties soak, I can feel them dampen with every movement. Anticipation races through my body at the thought of him touching me too… but I’m not ready for that yet, I’m too busy enjoying myself.

This time as I push my lips down to his base, I use my spare hand to cup his balls. This isn’t something that I’ve ever one before, but in the heat of the moment it just feels right. There’s something about Kian and the way that he looks at me as if I’m the most desirable woman on the planet that makes me feel brave. It unleashes a primal animal within me which I absolutely love. I enjoy being wicked and naughty, it’s exciting to learn new things about myself, it just makes me want to open up more and more.

I massage his balls as Kian starts to lose control. He can’t help but guide my head up and down him fast and furious which creates an exciting friction against my lips. I love the burning sensation, it’s just further proof that according to Kian, I’m sexy as fuck.

“Oh fuck, stop,” he eventually spits out, pulling my head away. “Stop it, I can’t take it anymore. You’re driving me insane. I can’t… you’re going to make me lose it too soon.”

He tugs my mouth away and places his hands flat against the wall behind him as he tries to catch his breath. I’m disappointed because I was enjoying myself, but also happy. I cannot wait to feel him inside of me and if he’d finished too soon then I would have been left one very frustrated woman. Dissatisfied and needy as hell.

While I wait for Kian to get control of himself, I decide to perform a strip tease with the rest of my clothes. There might not be any music playing but I sway and swing my hips as if there is, tugging down my trousers, pulling off my bra, and eventually removing my soaking wet panties. Once they’re off I chuck them at him so Kian can feel just how het up I am for him. I feel sexy as hell as his expression lights up.

“Fucking hell,” he growls as the material brushes past him. “Are you trying to send me wild?”

With dark, hooded eyes, he slams his body into me and kisses me fiercely. Our teeth crash together violently but neither of us care. We’re both far too het up to be worried about anything like that. This is all pure, unbridled passion and neither of us can get enough.

“Turn around,” Kian hisses at me. “And place your hands flat on the bed.”

Feeling very cheeky, I listen to his words. I bend over my bed with my butt high in the air, presenting myself to him. Maybe I should feel silly or vulnerable, but with Kian I don’t. He’s safe, he loves me, and I do him.

“Part your legs,” he insists. “I want to see all of you.”

“Yes, sir,” I rasp teasingly as I do as he asks. My wet slit must be revealed to him because he grunts as if he’s in physical pain. “Is there anything else you want me to do for you, Sir?”

“Touch yourself,” he rasps. “Just for a minute. I want to watch you.”

This is a new game, a kinky game that I like. I guess me and Kian haven’t had nearly enough time together yet to fully get to know one another and what we like. Things have been so crazy around us, it’s been hard to get some alone time. I can’t wait to find out more, I’m looking forward to learning everything about Kian.

My fingers stroke down my thighs and back up again. Then I take them to my highly sensitive nub and I gasp out in pleasure as I finally get some relief. Of course I would much rather it be Kian touching me, but having him watch me is fun too.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, falling into the bed sheets as the pleasure gets me. “Oh, Kian.”

When I say his name I think the passion must get to him because I can feel him against my butt in a heart beat. His rock hard erection rubs against me, which makes me cry out for him. My body screams, my hips roll, I desperately need to feel him inside of me.

“Stop teasing me, Kian,” I gasp desperately. “It’s been too long. I can’t take it anymore. You’re driving me crazy.”

I peer over my shoulder, flicking my hair as I do and I watch him grab himself tightly. He fists himself a couple of times causing a ball to lodge itself into my throat, then he angles himself and pushes in, filling me completely. My fingers are still brushing against my clit so with each trust the intensity in the pressure grows. The pleasure starts off like a hot pool deep in my toes and it rises through me as Kian’s thrusts get harder and more desperate. My knees bang against the bedframe, my free hand has to grab onto the sheets just to keep me upright, but as my head spins violently I just don’t care. It feels too fucking good, this is the best that I’ve felt in a very long time.

“Holy shit!” I scream as the hot pool spreads through my stomach. “Oh my God, Kian.”

“You just keep touching yourself,” he says in a shaky tone. “Don’t stop, don’t you stop.”

I do as he commands as I feel him shudder behind me. My lips wrapped around him earlier has brought him to the brink probably much quicker than he wanted but I don’t mind that at all. I’m very close myself, teetering on the edge actually, and we have all night to do this again.

No, not all night. All life. We have the rest of our lives for this.

Finally, the pleasure hits me like a tsunami of waves. It washes over me, it rolls through my body, and the whole time the entire world has shrunk down to just me and Kian. No one else matters, nothing else exists. It’s only me and him and that’s just the way I love it. My heart thunders, my knees buckle, my body shudders and shakes, but Kian holds on to me, keeping me safe and protected the entire time.

“I love you,” I mutter afterwards as I can feel the pleasure bursting from him. “I love you, Kian. So damn much.”

It isn’t until we’re lying in one another’s arms afterwards, panting and clinging to one another as if no one else exists in the world that I realize in the heat of the moment that we acted a little irrationally. I didn’t think about it at the time and I’m sure Kian didn’t either. We didn’t use protection.

I’m sure it’s fine, I think reassuringly to myself as I roll onto one side to gave up at Kian. I’m sure that being reckless once won’t matter. I won’t get pregnant after just one time… surely?