2020, July 22nd
(Location Undisclosed)
KEIRA
"Fuck, that's nice," he said calmly, a serene smile playing on his lips when he finally pulled away.
A fire burned inside me. I wanted to go to war. Say he was wrong. Deny. Deny. Deny. The scowl on my face only seemed to heighten his pleasure. He picked up speed inside me, unfazed by me not responding to him. His lips found my neck, laying open mouth kisses on it as his arousal peaked.
"Harder," I demanded, desperate to bury the intimacy of the kissing under a good fuck.
The warm, gooey feeling in the pit of my stomach pissed me off.
"First say kissing is nice, Keira," he taunted me.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Not as slow as in the beginning, but still not him pounding me senseless. Still too easy for his mouth to claim mine again. Too much. The warmth in my chest was suffocating.
"Fuck me, damn it," I demanded, grabbing onto his head by his hair with both fists and yanking it away from my neck.
Scorching hot water rained down on us. A chill washed over the place his mouth had been on just the same. All of me wanted me to be touched at the same time. By him. His lips. His hands. My body cried out for his touch.
Throwing me for a loop, he shoved his dick deep into me and picked up speed, obliging me.
"It won't make the kissing less nice, Keira," he whispered into my ear as he drilled into my pussy.
My hips met his thrust for thrust. Always a contest. Rivals in bed, trying to outdo each other. Yet somehow, I knew I wasn't his enemy anymore.
Don't like me, you idiot. Keira Dormer doesn't do nice.
"If anything," he said with a guttural moan, lips leaving a trail of hot kisses along my jaw as he pumped me full of dick. "It's even better this way," he purred.
My lips parted. Head fell back. Eyes rolled back. Humbling pleasure snuck up on me, infecting my body cell by cell, until it took me over like a virus. No escaping it. I was about to shatter on his dick. For the very first time, it terrified me. His tongue snaked back into my mouth. My pussy tightened around his dick.
"Kissing. Nice," I rasped out, my every cell overloaded with euphoria and on the verge of bursting.
"Yes it fucking is," he said with a groan, snaking his tongue back into my mouth.
We inhaled each other's mouths and something in me broke. Just let go. My body shattered on his dick. Pleasure assaulted my pussy, ripping through me like a knife.
"That's it, baby. Come for me," was all he said, eyes dark with urgency and passion as he watched me and I him.
In that moment, the truth sunk in. I didn't want him. I needed him.
"Aiden," I muttered.
Just his name. Nothing else. Still too much.
"I'm right here, Keira, Everything's okay," he said patiently, stilling for me.
My mind threw denial after denial at me. Nothing was okay. Too many feelings. I was in deep shit.
Sensing my panic, he claimed my mouth one more time with reckless abandon. His dick made my pussy orgasm again and again. My mind went blank. He blew my mind like every other time.
The fucking fear lingered. It was never going to be enough, was it? I was hooked on him. Completely screwed.
After over an hour of bathroom sex, we finally emerged from the shower. He sent me out first. Then he entered the bedroom covering his eyes with his hand.
"You're not going to seduce me this time," he said, resolute.
I laughed, watching him stumble around to make his way to the closet. He threw me a look over his shoulder every now and then to 'check on my progress'. This time we succeeded in getting fully dressed.
"As per our agreement," he said, holding out an arm to me.
"Alright already. Keep your panties on," I said, linking arms with him.
"That's my line," he said, running his eyes over me appreciatively. "You clean up well, Keira Dormer."
"You just imagined the dress pooled around my ankles, didn't you?"
"Yup," he said, handing me my purse and rushing me out the door.
We took to the streets hand in hand, lazily taking in the bustling streets until we happened upon a little flower shop.
"Interesting choice," I said as we stepped back onto the sidewalk and he handed me a bouquet of Lavender and Irises.
"Like them? Irises for hope and Lavender for peace, two things you give me just by being next to me."
I showed him my real, glowing smile, the one that seemed reserved for him.
"I know your parents had you swallow books by the dozen. Just never imagined they'd be about flowers."
"I know you're joking, but you're not that far off. At age fifteen, I was The University of Caspira's youngest and brightest student. Believe me, Mary's list of books I had to have read by age ten had nothing to do with flowers. I learned about them quite recently actually. Figured it would be useful to know about flowers for particularly difficult women."
"I'd hardly say I've been difficult. I shamelessly invited you into my pants."
He gently laid his hands to rest on my lower back, taking in the way my eyes sparkled with joy as I smelled the flowers.
"You're right, you were pretty easy," he said with a grin.
I shoved him away.
He chuckled, slid his arm around my shoulders and pulled me back to him as we took to strolling again.
"Maybe this time I'm looking to be invited into something else. Something you aren't giving up quite as easily."
I looked up into his eyes, saw the dangerous promises they held and my gaze fell right back down. I didn't feel like denying what he was to her today. There was nothing to be gained from it. He didn't believe me anyway.
So instead I simply said, "I love them."