Page 64 of Unfolding Kiara

“You’re being mean,” I said breathlessly and squeezed my eyes shut when the pad of his thumb rubbed against my swollen bud.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” his hand wrapped around my throat, his voice deeper and rougher.

My orgasm was so close, I was on the edge as I gazed at him through heavy-lidded eyes, my mind hazy.

He stopped and looked at my hand holding his palm, which was wrapped around my throat. I shook my head, “Please,no, I am sorry.” I rambled and pulled my hand away, but Ethan had already pulled out his fingers, leaving me bare and horny for more.

He placed his ring finger on my bottom lip. The sharp scent of my feminine arousal wafted in my nose as he met my eyes.

“Suck.”

Looking at him, I took his finger in my mouth and sucked it clean, moaning at the taste, the way his eyes darkened making them look onyx. I swirled my tongue around the pad of his finger, licking it clean and pulling away. Ethan watched me as he licked his middle finger clean from my glistening juices, a low groan rumbling from his throat as he tasted me. I took a shuddering breath watching the erotic sight and wondered if he would mind if I rubbed one out in front of him.

I was just planning to slide my hand underneath the dress when Ethan stood up, lifting me up with him, my breasts pressing against his shirt, feeling the hard planes of muscles.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Go to sleep. And don’t touch yourself.”

Before I could process what he had uttered, he kissed my temple and left me in the low light of the living room. I sighed when I heard the door close to his room and felt the painful throb in my core.

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I woke up an hour later, gasping as I controlled my breathing, when I remembered my wet dream. A crazy wet dream. My body was thrumming with desire as I felt the familiar dampness in my underwear. I tried controlling my naughty mood and pressed my thighs together because my dirty mind had another idea. It was well past twelve. Ethan was probably asleep by now.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I opened the closet and pulled out a small bullet vibrator from my underwear drawer. It was small and easily fit in my palm, but its girth was thick, and it came with different powerful levels of sensations. I slid under the blanket and took a deep breath, closing my eyes.He is asleep, Kiara. Stop thinking too much. Before I could talk myself out of it, I removed my shorts and spread my legs.

I was wearing a nude-colored satin camisole. My hardened nipples pebbled through the top when I switched on the vibrator and turned it on to the lowest level.

The bedside lamp was on, giving a soft glow to the bed. Closing my eyes, I imagined Ethan standing over the edge of the bed and ordering me to use that toy on my soaking pussy. I was breathing hard when I lowered the vibrator to my hips, my stomach clenching at the powerful sensation on my skin. I slid it lower where I needed it the most.

“Oh, fuck,” I mewled, my toes curling in pleasure when I brushed the toy on my sensitive nub. The reverberating vibrations on my clitoris were so overwhelming that it made me edge to my orgasm within seconds.

My volume of moans increased with time. I turned the settings on the second level and my hips jerked up at the powerful vibrations. I groaned softly, fondling my tender breasts through the flimsy top. I pinched my hardened nipples, the soft sharp pains sending bolts of pleasure directly to my heated sex. My mind felt dizzy as it solely focused on the sensations my body was riding through.

I couldn’t control my whimpers and groans that escaped my lips when I felt the mind-shattering orgasm rolling through my body. I tried to stifle my loud moans in the pillow, but I knew I was loud.

I opened my half-lidded eyes and registered a soft click followed by a knock before I heard Ethan’s husky voice rumbling through the door.

“Hey, Kiara, are you alright? I heard you groan.” Sincere worry laced his voice while I bit my lips.

Unfortunately, at that exact moment, the bullet vibrator brushed over my sensitive clitoris on level three. A loud and very clear guttural moan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes shut when I felt how achingly good it felt.

“Ohmygod,” I blurted out breathily when I felt my orgasm crushing through my body, mind, and soul. I wrenched the sheets underneath me and pulled away from the vibrator, my legs trembling and my hips rocking me through the earth-shattering orgasm. I tried to keep down my moans by biting my lower lip, but even then, I couldn’t control my breathy hums.

“Kiara? You don’t sound well. I am coming in,” Ethan said, still worried as he stepped inside the room and looked at me.

I was too busy checking him out through my post-orgasmic mind and watched the hard contours of his abs and the way his biceps bulged ever so slightly when he closed the door with a small click. He was shirtless and his hair was damp. He must have taken a shower.

Now I was thinking about him showering naked.

His forehead creased a little as he frowned at me, “Are you sick?”

Before I could tell him that I was fine and he should go back to sleep, his eyes fell on the bullet vibrator that was still on the floor. I clenched my legs to hold off the moans because I was wet all over again.

Ethan picked it up and his frown deepened before he snapped his eyes at me. “Are you . . .” he trailed off, and I desperately tried to act as if I hadn’t just orgasmed.

I licked my lips when his darkened unmatched eyes roved over my face, chest, and my shivering legs which were hiding underneath the blankets.

“May I?” Ethan asked, standing at the edge of the bed.

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