Page 64 of From My Past
“To help keep you guys, my family and myself protected, it’s okay.” She argued.
“But that doesn’t mean you should have to expose every single horrid thing that has happened to you to basically a stranger. You should’ve been able to tell me those things when you were ready. It was just another thing taken from you, baby and I’m sorry for that.” I explained.
“I would’ve told you eventually.” She said softly, her eyes flinting to the side quickly before returning to mine. “You know that, right? I’m not embarrassed.”
Relief coursed through my body, drenching the red-hot fear and brought me back to neutral.
I press a kiss the top of her head.
Neither of us spoke, but the air was charged with electricity of want and need. Ineededto show her I loved her. Ineededto know she was okay. And on a primal, possessive level, Ineededto be inside her to show her and prove how I’m not-a-fucking-thing like that piece of shit. That I’d take care of her, and be gentle with her always.
Talia leaned into me the same moment I bent down and we met in a simple, sweet kiss.
I poured as much love and adoration as I could into that kiss. But, of course, as like any time I’d had my lips on Talia, I couldn’t keep it simple and sweet.
I picked her up, keeping her pressed as close to my chest as I could. As she wrapped her thighs tightly around my waist, I ground our hips together and she gasped, her head dropping back against the wall giving me access to her neck.
“Tell me this is okay.” I whisper as I graze her neck with my teeth and lightly suck.
“More than okay.” She groans and I can feel her body shiver slightly as her back arches. “In fact, if you don’t take me to bed right now, I’m going to scream.”
“My name?” I didn’t need to take her to the bed, in fact, I don’t know if I could physically part from her that long. I grabbed her ass and held her in position as I walked us the three steps over to the couch. I’d have no problem taking her against the wall, but I also want to lay her out and feast on her.
“You’ll have to earn that.” Goddamn, this woman is perfect.
“Don’t you worry, baby. You’ll be hoarse from screaming my name soon.” I place her on the cushions, but not letting my body move too far from hers. In fact, I pushed in closer, letting my weight rest on her as I slipped my hand up her skirt.
And I groan.
She’s so wet and ready for me that I meet no resistance as I slid a finger inside, she mewls and arches her back.
Without warning, I pull my finger out and look at Talia. I want to see her big, beautiful eyes staring at me and know that it ismewho is making her feel this way.
“Take your shirt off.” I growl, sitting back and reaching behind my head to take my own t-shirt off and throwing it to the side. Talia sits up with hooded eyes and her black hair resting behind her shoulders, down her back as she pulls the material free from her body.
I drink in the pale skin she’s exposed, contrasting so beautifully with the deep red lace bra she’s wearing. And I snap.
I rip off her skirt and pull the boots she’s wearing off. I bit my lower lip and both of us were staring at the other. Her eyes were raking over my torso, lowering and lowering until they stopped at the waistband of my jeans before her expression matched mine and she smirked at the wood I was sporting.
My dick was pissed as fuck at being trapped in the denim prison, yet again, when all it wanted was to be free.
Talia licked her lips and looked up at me with a teasing, confident gleam in her eye. Suddenly, I was thankful for the denim tape down because otherwise I would have blown my load with that one look.
I bent over and inhaled at the apex of her thighs, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her.
“You smell so good.” I groaned as I moved her lace thong over gently, and licked her from top to bottom, gathering as much of her moisture as I could on my tongue. “You taste so good.”
Talia groaned loudly, and I watched, momentarily entranced, as her tits moved up and down with her quick breathing.
“Don’t stop.” She whispered and I got right back to work. I started circling her clit with my tongue, pushing down just slightly and was rewarded with a sharp tug of my hair.
I chuckled, getting the hint, and set to work. I threw her thighs over my shoulders and dug in. I fucked her with my tongue, working her towards another one of the many orgasms I’ve brought her today. Quickly, I could feel her muscles tense up, her abs contracted and she started to lift her hips in time with my strokes.
“Fuck, Kieron. Yes, yes.” She chanted, making me harder than fucking steel. A gush of heat coated my tongue and I groaned, never letting up on the momentum and pressure to keep her orgasm going as long as I possibly could.
The moment I felt her shakes start to subside, I let her legs fall from my shoulders and shed my belt and jeans. Letting my cock spring free, I wasted no time at all in lining myself up with her entrance.
“Please, Kieron.” Talia whispered, running her hands down my biceps before gripping onto my forearms as I held myself over her.
