Page 73 of Unfolding Kiara

Ethan took a sharp breath, looking at my breasts, “What’s this?”

I peered down, finding breast tape that I had used to wear underneath the dress. I pursed my lips and slowly removed it, wincing at the bit of pain, “These are called boob tape.”

He frowned, “Why are you making that face?” He took one from my hand and I bit back my laughter when he tried it on his own nipple. “Does it hurt? I don’t feel any pain.”

After removing my other tape and being naked with him, I grinned at him. He was shirtless, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, and lips swollen from our kisses, yet he wanted to know how breast tape worked.

Biting my lip, I ripped it off, watching his face fall as he moaned in pain, clutching his nipple. “Are you sure?” I teased at his scrunched face.

“What the fuck, Kiara?” He groaned, “That fucking hurt. I don’t know how you manage to wear this shit.”

I giggled, “Who told you to try it? You are such a dork.”

While he was busy patting his nipple, I decided to do something. I laid him down on the bed, straddling him, and whispered, “Let me kiss it better.”

His eyes darkened hearing my sultry tone as I pressed my body down on him and kissed his throat, the beating pulse of his neck, licked his golden skin. Ethan’s hands squeezed my cheeks as my lips lowered to his nipple, kissing and licking it softly until he delivered a spank on my right cheek.

“You are such a fucking vixen, Bella,” he whispered, his husky voice slithering down my spine, encouraging me to kiss down his robust chest to the six hard blocks of abs. I pulled away to admire his lean, muscular form. Scratching my nails down his abs, I watched his muscles tense and leaned down to kiss the same trail with my lips, licking it sweet.

Before I could remove his belt and unzip his pants, Ethan flipped us over, his eyes clouded with lust as he pressed down on me. I exhaled sharply at the long length of him. I knew he was well endowed and how sore I would feel for a few days every time I would sit down. I wanted to cherish that soreness.

With dazed eyes, I watched him remove his pants and boxers, my lips wetting and throat going dry at the naked sight of him. Ethan Kane was truly magnificent. And at that moment, I wanted his throbbing magnificence inside me.

The bed dipped as he hovered above me, my eyes watching him, the guarded expression in them. I clenched the sheets between my fists, seeing that. We had made sure we were clean and even showed us our tests just to be clear. I trusted him.

Swallowing a small gulp of air, I whispered, “Be gentle, E.”

The guarded expression melted away into a soft one, his muscular frame pressing against my soft curves. He kissed me, softly, gently, nipping at my lower lip before whispering, “Of course, Bella. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

My body melted underneath his, his fingers entwined with mine as he pulled them above my head, pressing down our adjoined hands in the cold sheets. He pushed his hips forward, aligning himself between my thighs as I spread my legs for him, locking them around his waist.

My breathing increased when he coated his tip with my wetness, our eyes never leaving each other as if lost in our passion of galaxies. My lips parted when he pushed himself inside me, slowly, achingly, tenderly as my walls stretched to accommodate his wide girth and length. It hurt, my body burned with the pain, my hands squeezing his as he felt the pressure of it. I was thankful for his fingers entwining mine when he thrust into me in one slow thrust, shoving past my walls and reaching deep inside me.

I whimpered, closing my eyes shut at the intensity of his.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “You feel amazing, Kiara. Your tight walls clamping me.” He enveloped my mouth in a demanding kiss as he withdrew from me before pushing forward, sliding inside me with such force that he had to squeeze my hand when my entire body rocked on the bed.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered, slamming inside me once again with a punishing thrust.

Tears welled in my eyes as I watched his sharp face, my heart thudding loudly in my chest. I clung to him, clenching my velvety walls around him and cherishing how wonderful he felt inside me. Raw carnal hunger ignited within me. I moved my hips matching with his slow, deep rhythm. His husky, low groans encouraging me.

I cried out when he rolled his hips and bumped against the secretive g-spot inside me. Noticing my reaction, he repeated the same action again and again. I writhed underneath him, his hard body pressing down on me, watching me come undone as my body shuddered through bliss.

I was overly sensitive after coming twice in a span of a few moments, but Ethan wasn’t done with me. He kissed me, swallowed the moans of my orgasm, and leaned back to watch my heaving breath. His fingers massaged my soaking core while he was still inside me, throbbing.

“Ethan, please,” I shook my head.

“Come on, Bella,” he said, “Give me one more. I love watching you climax.”

“Come with me,” I pleaded when he pulled me closer, my legs locking around his strong waist. The pad of his thumb pressed on my sensitive clit as he began slowly moving in and out of me, his thrusts deeper and sharper than before, angling straight toward my spot he was well acquainted with. His mouth descended on my bare chest, latching on to the nipple while his other hand pinched and tweaked the other, eliciting soft groans from me.

My hands wrapped around his neck when he increased his rhythm, our moans and groans echoing in the room. His hand held onto the headboard as it repeatedly slammed against the wall. The air tinged with the heavy scent of our arousal, and I couldn’t get enough of him when I pressed my nose against the crook of his neck.

The built-up tension was too much, and I was overly sensitive as a cry left my lips, my body shivering with the need to let go. Ethan wrapped his hand around my throat, “Not yet, Kiara, hold it,” he ordered.

The sounds of our skins slapping against each other followed his command, and I quivered, my hand holding his arm as he continued to plow into me. I felt him then, releasing my throat to dig his fingers in my hips as he pushed himself to the brink and gave a small jerk. I let go at the same time he did, spilling his warm spurts of climax inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut to the white-fiery lust when we came together after chasing our own high. I was sure that I was lost in the bliss when I heard him let out a low groan, pulling himself out of me.

I peeked my eyes open, finding his predatory stare between my thighs. I shivered, wanting to shy away and cover-up at the way he looked at me.

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