Page 68 of Unfolding Kiara

I was having a hard time focusing on simple things since last night. Like getting hard thinking about Kiara or not burning the eggs in a pan. Or my favorite, having a cold shower without getting hard because that shit hurt, and I did not want blue balls.

Last night’s date took a whole different turn than what I had imagined. Kiara wanted a baby, and she wantedmeto put a baby inside her. My jaw clenched thinking about it. I wanted to know what would happen after she gets pregnant.

Would I see her stomach grow each day? Would she let me talk to the baby growing inside her womb? Would I hear the child’s first words? First steps? I wondered how he or she would look. If anything, the baby should have Kiara’s smile with that dimple.

“Good morning.”

My body tensed when Kiara’s arms wrapped around my torso, her body pressing against mine as she hugged me from behind. I snapped out of my thoughts and cleared my throat.

I switched the fried eggs to the plate beside the chopped avocado and juicy strawberries and turned around to find a very sleepy Kiara, hugging my chest. I smiled and pulled away to see that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath the blanket she had dragged to the kitchen.

Six years had passed, and Kiara was still not a morning person. Some things never change.

“Really, Kiara? Parading naked in my house already,” I teased and set out plates on the marble countertop of the island.

Her hair was in a bun and she looked like she had washed her face with cold water but still couldn’t wake up her brain even after brushing her teeth.

“I am so tired,” she mumbled.

I sat down, pushing her plate toward her to have her breakfast. Instead of sitting down on a separate stool, she tipped on her toes and settled on my lap, making me grin at her. Her small body fit perfectly on me as she leaned on my chest. The blanket covering her slid down a little. I took a sharp breath gazing at her cleavage.

Don’t you dare stand, Eiffel. Stay down.

We ate our breakfast in comfortable silence until Kiara opened her pouty lips and my ability to think straight went down the drain.

“So, I was thinking about last night,” she started and licked her fingers, making me clench my jaw as I imagined her using that tongue and lips on her knees near my—

Bad Eiffel!

“And?” I asked impatiently as she closed her eyes, her eyelashes making shadows on her cheeks while I softly massaged the skin on her thighs. So smooth and soft. The dirty part of me wondered how red her skin would become when I flog her and she begged me to make her come again and again and again.

Gazing at me with her half-lidded hooded eyes and sultry look on her face, Kia whispered, “I want to return the favor.”

My eyebrows raised as she turned toward me. The blanket fell over her left shoulder, my eyes taking in the delicious view of her perky left breast, her nipple hard. I licked my lips and flickered my eyes at her face, a small smirk tugging her lips as she straddled me, holding my face in her warm hands. I knew that dirty glint in her eyes. Because I had the same look while I was eating her out. And my Bella wanted to devour me right now.

I took a sharp breath when she leaned closer, pressing her body against mine making her soft breasts squish against my bare chest. She brushed her lips against the shell of my ear and exhaled softly as tingles shot through my body.

“I want to be on my knees and . . .” a soft groan escaped my throat when her palm cupped my hardened shaft through the sweatpants, rubbing her hand back and forth as she added, her voice husky, “Suck your cock until you make me swallow your cum.”

“Kiara,” I warned, my voice strained hearing her dirty talk, my hands fisting in my lap. I wasn’t even touching her because if I did, I would throw her on the island and have my favorite breakfast, spreading her thighs.

Her hand slipped under my waistband, now stroking me gently and making me sigh as I gazed at her. My eyes widened a bit when she pulled her hand up to lick her palm with her tongue. I gaped at her, watching in awe and lust as she slid her wet hand back and forth on my erect dick.

Her dirty brown eyes met mine, the pad of her thumb brushed my bottom lip, “What? Let me pleasure you.”

“Oh, fuck.”

A soft moan escaped my lips and I wanted to close my eyes when her fingers ran over the head of my cock, massaging the frenulum. I gazed at her through my pleasure-filled haze as she wet her lips with her dirty tongue and leaned down to lick my neck and kiss my adam’s apple before trailing her kisses to my collarbone.

“Let me worship you, Ethan,” she whispered breathily, “Please. Let me suck your dick. I will make it worth it.”

I wasn’t going to deny at first, so sure, go ahead.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded, “Yes, Kiara.”

I had dirty talked with most of my sexual partners, but Kiara was the first one to dirty talk right back, and it was a huge fucking turn on. I could come by hearing her dirty, filthy words.

As soon as I confirmed the blowjob, which was going to happen if she asked me or not, Kiara pulled away from me and stood up. I frowned at the loss of her body heat against mine.

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