Page 52 of From My Past
“I… I’m nervous. But can we try?” I asked, my voice small again. I would have been embarrassed, but I was fairly sure that Kieron got off on taking care of me and being the big, strong protector, he naturally is.
His hand cupped my cheek and he rested his forehead against mine.
“We don’t have to do anything.”
“I want to.” I insisted. I was done living how Luca wanted me to live. I was scared, of course I was, but I wanted to feel like me again. And what better way than to have my protector fuck the fear out of me?
“You’re going to kill me.” Kieron groaned. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh as he stood between my thighs on the bathroom sink.
“But what a way to go, huh?” I joked and brought his lips to mine, hoping to distract him enough to continue ravishing me.
“I’m going to take care of you.” He said.
“I know.”
To prove that I was serious, that I wanted this, I reached my hands around my back and unhooked my bra letting my tits free, and the bra fell to the floor.
Kieron’s mouth dropped ever so slightly with his gaze and I felt like I was on fire from his stare. In all the times my breasts had been looked at in the last five years, never once have I felt so alive from a look. My skin tingled and I could feel my nipples turn to peaks from his gaze.
Kieron stepped forward with his hand outstretched, cupping my breast softly with one hand and putting the other hand on my lower back, causing my back to arch slightly in his hands. I let out a very soft whine when he brushed my stiffened nipple with his thumb.
There was such a distinct difference between Kieron and Luca, not just in looks of course, but in energy and attention. Kieron gave me everything, his whole presence was tuned to mine and I knew that if I breathed a word of discomfort, he would stop.
In the beginning, Luca was sweet. He was kind and had a playboy type swagger about him. As time went on, Luca became cruel, he was indifferent and mocking. His touch would repulse me and make recoil in fear.
I shook my head slightly, opening my hooded eyes to look at the man in front of me. He pulled me back into the present by moving one of his hands up to my neck and somehow moved even closer into my body while his other hand pulled on my nipple hard. It was a very confusing mix of pain and pleasure. His body heat wrapped around me, and I was quickly becoming drunk on the clean, masculine scent of him. I was putty in his hands.
“I know they’re small. Or at least, smaller than before.” I said, self-consciously, trying hard to not cover my chest as the memory of how curvy I used to look.
“You’re perfect.” He said sharply, his eyes narrowed as if offended I’d said that. He took one of my nipples between his lips and started to suck.
“Oh god, Kieron.” I moaned, arching my back to try to get more of his mouth on my chest. He sucked, hard, on my nipple before switching his attention to the other one and repeated his worshipping.
“Please,” I started to beg. I didn’t know exactly what I was begging for, but whatever it was, Kieron knew what I needed. He stood up straight and pulled me to his body before sliding his hands under my thighs and lifting me into the air. Where he had been lavishing my breasts were still wet and made them extra sensitive when my nipples rubbed against his bare chest.
“I know, baby.” He said and laid me gently on my bed. My back hit the comforter and I crawled back so quickly that my head bumped the headboard.
“Please,” I said breathlessly and tried to shimmy out of my skirt and tights.
“Ah, ah, ah. What are you doing?” Kieron’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.
“Do you…is this…I don’t…” I started to stutter.
“That’s my job, to undress my girl.” He let go of my wrist and put both of his hands on my hips, gently moving his hands across the space between my hips to where the zipper was before peeling it down. He looped his thumbs in the waistband and slid the skirt and the thong down in one, slow, sensual go.
And there I was, I laid bare before him.
Not a stitch of clothing on, just waiting for him to take me.
I wasn’t nervous, I wasn’t afraid. I felt free and sexy under his gaze. Kieron was pinning me to the spot with his eyes and the more he drank his fill of me, the more turned on I got.
“Well, are you going to do anything or just stare?” I let an innocent smile cross my lips.
“Don’t be a brat.” He shifted off of me slightly and sat upright on his knees. A curl fell from his bun, falling into his eyes and he quickly pushed it back behind his ear.
I wanted nothing more than to pull the tie from his hair and let that wild mane free. I swear, my mouth started to water.
“I wasn’t, I was simply asking you a question.” I said innocently, making sure to keep my eyes wide to complete the overtly innocent look.
