Liberty
"What do you think?" I ask Killian, stepping back to run a critical eye over my handiwork. It's not half bad. At least I don't think so. I'm not sure what he thinks.
He steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I melt into his embrace, letting him hold me as he examines the room, quietly taking it all in.
"Looks good," he finally grunts, which makes me smile.
I glance around the bedroom again, relieved that he likes all the changes. When he brought me home two weeks ago, I realized that I'm not the only one that's been packed up and ready to move on. All of his stuff was still in boxes, sitting untouched.
We've spent the last two weeks changing that. When we aren't at work, we're here, fixing this place up. I just put the finishing touches on the master suite, turning it into our own little paradise. My painting hangs on the wall over my bed because he said it's more comfortable than his. We moved his bedroom furniture to the guest bedroom but kept the couch he had in here.
Our stuff is all mixed together now, making this place our home. And I love it so much. The house is a beautiful Spanish Colonial situated near the northwestern shore of Lake Murray. The big iron fence surrounding the property makes it feel a little like we're in a world of our own out here. It's quiet and peaceful without being too isolated. It's the best of both worlds.
"I need to see one thing," he mutters, tilting my head to place a kiss on the side of my throat. He steers me toward the bed, licking and biting me.
"Killian," I moan, already knowing what he's after. He's said the same thing about virtually every room in the house right before stripping me naked to make love to me. He hasn't found a room he doesn't like seeing me naked in.
"You know the rule," he growls, swatting me on the ass. "Clothes off and legs spread, baby girl."
I moan, heat unfurling inside me. He helps strip me down, running his rough hands all over my body as he goes. By the time I'm naked, I'm already soaked and trembling with desire. Somehow, he always leaves me this way. I don't think I'll ever grow tired of how badly I want him or how much I love when he's inside me.
He was gentle right after the accident, afraid he'd hurt me. He's not afraid now.
He picks me up and drops me on the bed, staring at my pussy while he undresses. I watch him just as intently, staring shamelessly as he reveals his body to me. He's built like a warrior, all those muscles ready to for war.
He wraps his fist around his cock, jerking himself off with rough pulls.
I moan his name, reaching out for him.
"You want my cock?" he asks, prowling toward me.
"Yes. Please, Killian. Please. I need it."
He likes it when I beg him. It drives him crazy, makes his control slip a little. I love that I do that to him. That I can unravel him with a few simple words. Precum wells from the slit of his cock. He curses, stalking toward me.
I expect him to crawl up on the bed with me, but he doesn't. He grabs my ankles and pulls me toward him, until my ass is hanging off the side of the bed and I'm clutching at the covers to keep myself from tumbling into the floor.
I don't have to worry about it though. I already know he isn't going to let me fall.
He kneels beside the bed, running his lips up the inside of my leg. His stubble scratches at my skin, making my flesh pebble. I moan his name, reaching out to touch him.
He smacks my pussy.
"Killian!" I jolt upward as pleasure shoots through me.
"You know you aren't allowed to touch me yet," he growls. "Not until I eat you."
He never lets me get my hands on him too soon, no matter how hard I try. And I do try. I fight him every step of the way sometimes, both because I really want to touch him and because he loves it when I fight him. Nothing makes him harder than when I fight to get my hands on him. I love it too. He fucks me so hard when he finally gets inside me.
Most of the time, I give him what he wants because taking care of me makes him happy. But when we're alone, I make him work for it. That naughty side he woke up inside me that first day has only grown in the last couple of weeks. He's teaching me so much about myself, waking parts of me I didn't even know existed, desires I've never had before.
He's dirty and rough and so damn incredible.
He smacks my pussy again, making me moan his name.
"Dirty little girl," he growls before yanking me onto his mouth. He doesn't take it slow, but dives right in, eating me like he hasn't had a taste of me in weeks instead of a mere few hours. He grunts and growls against my center, using his lips and teeth and tongue to turn me into a frenzy of need. He spreads my cheeks, burying his face between them.
I cry out his name, writhing as he eats me there too. I'm not sure which of us loves it more. It feels so damn good. Everything he does to me feels like heaven. My body is littered with his marks. Mine are scored into his skin.
He thrusts his tongue into my pussy, fucking me with it until I'm right on the edge.
"Killian," I groan in protest when he backs off right before I slip over the edge.