Page 29 of Trust In Me

As soon as his soft lips crash against mine, it’s like the electricity in the room starts to coarse straight through our bodies and our movements become frantic. He nibbles on my lower lip, demanding I give his tongue access. I don’t hesitate and as I taste his tongue against mine, another soft moan escapes, vibrating into his mouth. My hands clutch desperately at his hair, and I’m sure I must be causing him pain each time I tug on it, but he doesn’t seem to care.

One of his hands leaves my ass before travelling up my side, under my t-shirt before scraping along the edge of my boob. Fuck, it’s so surreal having the overwhelming urge to have someone touch my most intimate places. Yet it feels so right.

My nipples harden into pebbles, almost like they’re anticipating his touch, but something seems to be holding him back. So I decide to show him just how much I want this. I place my hand over his and guide him to my nipple. As he gently rubs his thumb over my nipple, a shudder ripples through my body and I slam my pussy onto his denim-covered cock. It’s just enough sensation to cause matching moans of pleasure to escape.

Kellan pulls away, his hand leaving my nipple so that both his hands can firmly grip my hips, preventing me from grinding against him any further.

“Why are you stopping? Please don’t stop,” I beg, trying not to sound too desperate and failing miserably.

“Mia, believe me when I say I don’t want to stop, but—”

“Then don’t!” I interrupt him, but as he lays his cheek against mine, I know he has more to say.

“I found out who your father is today. Whitlock…that’s your real last name, isn’t it?” he asks nervously. Way to fucking kill the mood. I try to shuffle off his knee, to get as far away from this conversation as possible, but he holds on tight, refusing to let me go.

“Let me go, now. That’s fucking great news for you, now you know my last name and can do a proper search into my history,” I shout, and a grim expression crosses his face as he no doubt remembers that shitshow of an interview back when we first met. It feels like forever ago now, rather than just a couple of months.

“Mia, I promised you I wouldn’t search you, and I stick to my word. But that doesn’t change the fact that I already knew who your father was. I was involved in a job that included him. I know a lot of his deep, dark secrets, and the kind of man he is. I’m not going to jump to conclusions about what your childhood may have been like. You know you can talk to me whenever you want, or not at all, if that’s easier for you. But, if you suffered the way I think you have, then my first time with you isn’t going to be a quickie, hoping we don’t get interrupted by Bree, Liam, and Hallie. I want to take my time with you, to show you what it can really be like.” His words echo to the deepest part of my heart, the part I thought was hollow and incapable of feeling anything. Except, Kellan seems to be working his way in, beneath the walls I built, and setting up home. It’s like my heart was made for him.

“What if I just want one moment, right now? One that’s based just on how we feel. One moment where I forget about my shitshow of a past, and I just enjoy feeling. Can you do that?” I ask, trying to flutter my eyes enough to stop the tears from falling. I hate that he knows, or he thinks he knows. In truth, there’s no way he can truly know the horrors I went through until I tell him, but I know when I do, he’ll never look at me the same. I just want one experience, I want to feel just once before it all changes.

“I think I can manage that.”

Fuck, I’ve never been more in awe of this woman than I am right now. The way she stood up to my mother, the way she went to bat for me, I’ve only ever had Liam do that. I’ve never had anyone in my corner other than him. She did it, even though I know it terrified her. Just like her making the first move now.

I may have only known Mia for a short period of time, but I’ve come to know her, especially all the things she says without words. The fear on her face she tries to hide as she crawls into my lap. The slight moment of hesitation as she presses her beautiful body against my straining cock. I know the hesitation isn’t because she doesn’t want this, it’s because she really fucking does and that terrifies her.

I’m very aware my timing couldn’t have been more sucky. I don’t know if I did the right thing by telling her that I know about her dad, and that I’d jumped to conclusions about her past. But, if I’m right, I don’t want her to feel she has to be intimate with me before she’s ready. I want her to know I’m different from any other sick fucking pervert that’s touched her before.

The thought of anyone even placing a hand on my beautiful flower’s creamy white skin has my blood boiling. I hate seeing the vulnerability in her eyes, which is why I try to mask my features as much as I can. I don’t want her to think I pity her, and thankfully she didn't. Instead, she did one of the hardest things anyone can ever do, she asks me to see beyond what I think I know, to ignore her past, and to just be here in the moment.

If she wants just one moment where she can forget everything, then I think I owe her that. Besides, I don’t think I could walk away from her if I wanted to.

Without even a moment's hesitation, I cup my hands under her ass and I lift her off my cock, ignoring the groan that leaves her mouth and the throbbing desire I feel in my jeans at the displeasure of being separated. That doesn’t last long, as I lift Mia and roll her so that her body is on the bed, and I’m lying on top of her. My arms press hers above her head and my knees are on either side of her thighs, caging her in. My cock’s pressed against her stomach, and he desperately wants to be pulled out so he can indulge his desires, but this isn’t for me.

Leaning down, I capture Mia’s lips with mine, managing to swallow her startled gasp as my hand slowly slides under her vest top. Her fucking fantastic pebbled nipples are right there, but I take my time. My kisses are slow, deep, but passionate, as my hand explores her silky smooth skin. Every time my finger lightly sweeps over her hard nipple, her back arches and a delicate whimper escapes into my mouth. After a few teasing sweeps, my movements become more deliberate as I tweak her nipples, quickly finding that line between pleasure and pain.

As I continue to play with one of her nipples, I pepper kisses along her jaw and over her neck. As I lay my lips over her pulse, I can feel her heart racing beneath my lips and my heart soars at the idea that I’m able to make Mia feel this good.

Sucking and nibbling on her pulse point as she moans with delight, I quickly sweep my tongue over it, to help dull down the pain. As I reach her collarbone, I look up into her eyes, so I can see if she has even the slightest bit of hesitation. Her beautiful brown eyes glisten and look hazy—appearing almost love-drunk—and it makes me feel fucking ten feet tall to see her looking so fucking delectable.

Silently asking her with my eyes, I begin pulling her vest up slowly, gently exposing the skin around her belly button piercing. As it reaches just below the swells of her tits, I stop, looking at her for instruction. Her enthusiastic nod in confirmation is all I need, so I rapidly pull the shirt off, throwing it onto my bedroom floor, which is where all her clothes should be whenever she is in this room. Having Mia naked in my bedroom should be a new house rule!

As soon as her round tits are exposed, I’m surprised by how big they are. Her t-shirts clearly do a very good job of hiding the amazing curves she has underneath. I choose to ignore why she would hide her curves, and instead I seal my mouth over her nipple, lapping my tongue over it and sucking. Her squeals of delight let me know she likes what I’m doing, which is always a good start.

I continue alternating my mouth between both nipples, using my fingers to tweak the one not getting all the attention from my lips. With my other free hand, I explore every patch of skin I can find, sweeping over and along the hem of her sweatpants. I test the waters on a couple of occasions by pushing my hand inside them, without ever touching anything other than the smooth skin of her stomach.

Her back arches and her moans become more desperate as she wordlessly pleads with me for more, but there’ll be no ambiguity with me.

“Tell me what you want, Flower. Use your words,” I growl into her ear.

Her eyes become fiery with lust, and I can see her almost shy away from it, but I won’t let her escape. I have her in my clutches and now she can’t ever run from me.

“I-I…want…erm, you. Touch me, Kellan.”

By the time she finds her voice enough at the end, it’s already more than enough for me. Almost as though it has a mind of its own, my hand swoops below the elastic of her pants, going down until I find my intended target. I can’t hold back the moan of delight that rips through me when my fingers make contact with the smooth surface of her bare pussy. Not only is my flower bare and ready for me, the naughty vixen isn’t wearing any underwear. Just the thought that this sexy little siren was sitting in front of my prim and proper mother, fighting my corner for me, all whilst going commando, it’s too much for my poor dick to bear. I can feel him straining, bobbing painfully against the fabric of my boxers, desperate to break free and join in the fun. But, right now it isn’t about me. I will have to have a cold shower with my right hand when we are finished, because I have no intention of setting my dick free. I don’t have long before Bree and Liam will call us for dinner, and I will need to check on Hallie. So, with the time I do have, I intend to spend it all on her. Showing her how beautiful she is, and how much I can make her body sing.

Gently, I lower my finger so that I’m able to use just the tip to swipe through her slit. An appreciative groan leaves my mouth and echoes around the nipple I have in there, as I take in how wet my flower is for me. I repeat the same gesture again, only this time I use two fingers and use slightly more of my fingers. It’s just a quick swipe through her slit, and once I have enough of her juices collected on my fingertips, I carefully pull them out of her pants before holding my fingers between our faces. I make sure to keep eye contact the entire time, so I can see the look on her face when she sees how turned on she really is.

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