Page 103 of Unfolding Kiara

“What?” I exclaimed, “Of course, not!” I remembered something, “Well, maybe one time with the twins, but . . .no, not really.”

“Hai Bhagwan,” she said something in Gujarati and I only caught something like ‘my God.’

I held her arm and raised her chin to make her look at me. “Does it matter that I have slept with so many women?”

Kiara shook her head, “Of course not, E. That was your past and it was your choice. I don’t care if you wanted to wait until marriage or take part in orgies. You are an adult and you made choices that helped you cope.”

She tipped on her toes and gave me a brief kiss on my lips. A wild and sexy look clouded her brown eyes as she whispered, “Because at the end of the night you are warming my bed and body.”

My eyes widened when she squeezed my butt before letting go. Winking at me, she left the kitchen and took the plates with her to the dining room. I looked down and realized I was getting turned on by Kiara’s words as I readjusted myself.

Holy shit, that was hot.

There were eight chairs placed around the dining table, three on either side and two at the center. My mothers sat across each other while Carol and her daughters sat across from me. Kiara was on my left and Eveline was on my right. The sexual tension around the table was increasing tremendously until my mom started talking about me and Kiara.

Eveline asked small questions about us throughout the meal, wondering how gorgeous our babies would look together. I had to pat Kiara’s shoulder when she coughed on water, her face red while I tried to concentrate on the piece of broccoli. But now I was wondering about it too.

Would they have my different colored eyes or chocolaty brown like Kiara’s? Would they have dimples? Would they have dark onyx hair like mine or wavy brown like Kia’s?

I was chewing my food when I felt something weird on my ankles. Swallowing the food content, I realized it was Carol giving me a flirtatious smile and trailing her toe over my leg. A second later, Kiara’s hand landed on my thigh, laughing about the time when I went to India with her together and giving a stink eye to Carol in a flicker of a moment.

Biting off my smirk, I ate my food, watching my woman take the lead as she teased me, massaging my thigh and trailing her hand up. I held my breath when she wrapped her hand around my crotch, giving me a slow squeeze. I twitched underneath the ministrations of her palm.

I grinned at what my mother said and leaned over to whisper in Kiara’s ear, “I am going to spank your ass red when we get alone, Bella. Unless you stop teasing me this instant.”

Her eyes twinkled when she gave me a hard squeeze underneath the table and replied, “Make me, Ethan.”

Holding her hand, which was stroking me, I squeezed it and could not wait to get her alone after dinner. She was asking for it, and her wish was my command.

They further talked about Kiara’s book, and my mothers were surprised when they received a signed hardcover from her. Not to mention, she had brought more books for each of them and children’s books for Evey.

Smiling at my parents, I finished my dinner, helping them put the dishes in the dishwasher. I let them chat with Carol and the daughters while I held Kiara’s arm and took her upstairs to Evey’s room as mine was filled with birthday presents and decorations.

“Not your sister’s room, Ethan,” she whispered when I locked the door behind me, her eyes widening.

I gave it a thought. “We won’t fit in a bathroom and it will be too risky.”

I nodded toward the bed, removing my belt and unzipping my pants, “Face down, ass up.”

“Say please.”

I stared at her, raising my brow.

She sighed. “I was joking, E.”

Kiara propped herself on her elbows on the small bed and bent down. “How’s the view?”

“Fucking marvelous,” I whispered, standing behind her. I admired her submission and how much she trusted me to take care of her.

I untied the dress and raised it to her back so I could gaze at her perfect round ass pushing toward me. When I touched her lower back, her hips moved involuntarily asking for more. I found the remote of the small television and turned it on because I didn’t want my parents or sister to hear us going at it. Increasing the volume, I stepped back a little and held her hair.

“Are you ready?” I asked, tugging them back, her back arching deliciously.

She gasped, “Please, Ethan.”

My hand stung as it came down on her ass, her entire body moving with a jerk, but I held her, striking her in alternate smacks, giving her little time to breathe. Her soft cries and the sound of my hand striking against her ass surrounded us. Each time my hand retreated, she pushed her hips back asking for more.

Letting go of her hair, I squeezed and massaged her red burning skin with my palm. I leaned down and kissed her soft, sore skin, eliciting a moan from her.

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