Page 95 of Unfolding Kiara

Smiling, I leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft caress while her body arched against me, wanting me to press against her. I gave what she wanted. Her soft sighs against my cheek and neck made me grind against her, eliciting a soft moan. One thing I learned from living with Kiara was that she has a very high sex drive. She was almost insatiable until she begged me to fuck her.

I pulled away first, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed. She frowned. I looked down. Her t-shirt was lifted, her thong on the side. I had done that, but no idea when. When we kissed, every inch of her being possessed me. Shaking my head, I pecked her lips and straightened her clothes.

“What happened?” she asked, leaning on her elbows, and it took all the self-control in me not to unzip myself and slide inside her.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I straightened my shirt, buttoning it. She had sneakily unbuttoned it. “Not now, Bella. I have to be at the studio in half an hour and talk with Elliot.”

It had been weeks since my injury, and I was in much better shape. I had told her about the new sponsors who were impressed with my volunteer work. They were a new athletic wear brand but had blown up in a year because of their organic, comfortable clothing. They wanted to partner up with me and possibly have my photo on the front cover of a magazine. She was so happy that we made love on the couch. She had ridden me from heaven to hell until I took the lead.

Kiara didn’t seem pleased. “But you have half an hour.”

A chuckle escaped my throat as I helped her up. “Not right now, Kiara. I can’t be late for this shoot.”

A twinkle formed in her eyes and I knew I shouldn’t have said that when her hand wrapped around my crotch, throbbing with need when she stroked me. The saucy vixen licked her lips and whispered, “You won’t be late if we—”

I shook my head, clearing the daze from my head, “I meant when I said no, sweetheart.” I gave her a pointed look, and she politely took away her hand and stepped back, still pouting.

“Okay, I apologize. I have to get ready for my appointment.” She walked back to the room, removing the t-shirt, and I groaned looking at her perfect ass, the slight red hue of pelts from the day before.

This woman will be the end of me.

Like a wounded puppy, I followed her. “What appointment?” I asked and wondered if she was . . .

I watched her get dressed when she replied teasingly, “My dick appointment, of course.”

Raising my eyebrows at her, I slowly walked toward her and pushed her against the dresser, her ass pressing against my hips. I asked, “Does he know what turns you on? That making you laugh while being deep inside you makes you cum?” I ground out, a moan slipping past her lips. “Or that you love being spanked like the bad girl you are,hmm?”

It took a little time for her to answer when she shakily replied, “N-No.”

I pressed my body against her, my hand fondling her breast as I kissed her neck and purposely left a hickey while she melted in my arms, my fingers pinching the hard nipples. “Then I suppose you should cancel that dick appointment and wait for me when I come back.”

“Ethan!” she shrieked when I smacked her ass and squeezed her butt. Kiara turned around, her brown eyes already turning dizzy as she licked her lips. “When will you be back?”

I grinned, loving how easily she got sexually frustrated. “Getting eager, are we?”

She glared at me and, looking away, and started braiding her hair. I kissed her cheek. “I will be back after dinner, so don’t wait for me.” I knew she would want to cuddle, talk, or have sex so I added, “I will bring something for you.”

Her eyes lit up looking at my reflection in the mirror. “Alright, Ethan. Now, go before I pounce on you and tie you to the bed.” She turned, winking at me, and smacked my ass when she left the room.

I chuckled, rubbing the stinging area, and took my car keys. “God, I love it when you talk dirty to me. Come on, I will drop you off.”

I knew she was going for her therapy session. She told me it helped her before, but now it was monthly visits, because she wasn’t having any anxiety attacks and didn’t have to dose up on sleeping pills to get a few hours of sleep. I smirked at her, knowing well why she got a good night’s sleep. Kiara blushed and looked away, still holding my hand, which was over her thigh, and squeezed it.

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The meeting and photoshoot went perfectly well. When my agent, Elliot, asked me if I was dating a teacher and the bestselling author, Kiara Sharma, I ignored him. When he asked me if I could update my Instagram and post a picture with Kiara for publicity, I glared at him and left.

I would not pull a stunt like that just to get publicity and have my name in the headlines.

Still, I couldn’t help myself and checked my camera roll to see hundreds of our pictures together. Cuddling, kissing, her laughing, or when she was writing. I shook my head when I found a picture of me sleeping on her lap, my mouth agape, and another similar one but with her lips pressed against my cheek.

With flushed cheeks, I texted Kiara, asking if she was home or if I could pick her up. I started my car and checked her reply, saying that she was waiting for me. I smiled, going to the nearest bakery and buying a chocolate cake for her.

Parking my car in the garage, I wondered what we would do today. I checked her period cycle on my app. It showed her fertile window for the next ten days, and she was in her ovulation period for today and tomorrow.

This is it. I will get her pregnant.

Thoughts of how I would tie her up and make her come on my mouth, hands, and dick ran in my head. Licking my lips, I opened the door and frowned when I saw no lights in the living room. Closing the door behind me, I found Kiara in the kitchen. My eyes widened when I saw she was wearing black sheer stockings and my t-shirt covering her body, the hem brushing her thighs.

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