The Sea Noose
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
2,398
Reviews:
8
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Chapter 24
The Sea Noose
“Kassy.... Kassy, love.” I opened my eyes groggily, going back to sleep in front of the fireplace obviously not one of my better ideas. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes once more and looked around the living room to find Cian standing above me, a small grin on his face.
“Did you fall asleep in front of the fire, Kassy?” his tone was amused and it made me smile softly.
“Yeah, I came in here after I woke up, cause you weren't there... and I was cold.” he smiled softly and sat next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close.
“I'm sorry I wasn't there to warm you, but I had to go get something.” I looked at him curiously.
“What did you have to go get?” he smiled softly and kissed me just as soft.
“Something that you'll be getting later.” I looked at him, excited.
“Like a present?” he chuckled softly.
“Something like that.” I beamed.
“When do I get it?”
“Later.” I pouted and waited all of sixty seconds.
“It's later. I want it.” his rich laughter filled the room and he pulled me closer, kissing my cheek.
“When I say later, I mean, in a few days or in a week or two, all right, miss impatient?” I pouted but nodded anyways.
“Yes, Cian.” he smiled and kissed me gently.
“I think you look just so cute when you get excited like that.” my cheeks flushed lightly.
“Where's Vitas?” I wanted to change the topic.
“Oh, he's outside, romping about. I let him out earlier before I left to get what I needed to pick up. He didn't want to come back in when I got back, so I just left him out there. He'll whine and scratch at the door if he wants back in.” I nodded.
“Yeah, ok.” I kissed his cheek and snuggled up against him. “Anything you want to do today, or is it just going to be a relaxing day?” he shook his head.
“Sadly, I have a conference call that I have to take. I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I used the kitchen to take it in. I'll have to set up my laptop and everything so I can talk to everyone.” I nodded.
“That's fine with me, just don't break anything when you get mad at the idiots, ok?” he chuckled lightly.
“I'll try my best, but I can't make any promises. I'm sorry, love.” he kissed my cheek and I waved him off.
“Eh, as long as it's nothing made out of glass, because I will not be cleaning up glass, let me tell you.” he nodded.
“It's a deal then.” I smiled.
“Good. When does the call start?” he looked upwards for a few moments.
“Oh... maybe about... ten minutes? I don't really know, but I know that for me, it's going to start in ten minutes, those idiots be damned.” I laughed softly and wrapped my arms around his neck, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
“You know... I think you need to fire some of those idiots, or at least replace them with semi-smart people.” he smiled.
“I agree, but no one listens to me.” I cocked my head to the side.
“Then why work there if you're not happy?” he shrugged, his shoulders moving underneath my arms.
“It's what I enjoy doing... and it gives me people to yell at with legitimate reasons.” he grinned at me. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“I think you're being spoiled with people you can yell at.” he chuckled softly and gave me a sweet kiss.
“Yes, I may be spoiled, but you're the only one I get to share it with.” I smiled and kissed him back.
“Yes, I know. Shouldn't you be setting up your computer right now and making sure things are able to connect and everything?” he sighed softly.
“If I have to...” he gave me one last kiss before standing and walking into the kitchen to deal with what he needed to set up. I smiled softly and lied down on the couch, stretching out completely, arching my back off of the couch and flopping back down on it, my back tingling nicely. I yawned and closed my eyes, ready to get a few more minutes or hours of sleep, as long as I didn't have to get up and do anything, I was fine.
I was simply happy to have Cian back home.
Vitas woke me up, jumping up onto my legs and standing on my stomach. I groaned and pushed him off of me, following him to the floor. I glared at Vitas as he happily jumped back up on the couch and settled himself down comfortably.
“You big bully.” I stood slowly and made my way into the kitchen, making sure to keep quiet as Cian was arguing with someone over the phone about... robots or something. I shrugged and snagged myself a bottle of water from the fridge and a fresh apple from the counter. Apparently Cian did some grocery shopping when he went out this morning.
When I was back in the living room, I sat down near the fireplace and opened my bottle of water, my eyes instinctively tracing over the painting on the wall to make sure it was right. I cocked my head to the side as I restudied the painting lines, shells and colors. I took a drink of my water, my eyes looking over the sandy looking top part of the wall. Something seemed to be missing from the background, but I couldn't quiet place what was missing. I shrugged, taking a bite of my apple, knowing that sooner or later it'd come to me.
I looked over at Vitas and saw his head on his paws, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. I smiled. Vitas tired himself out from playing outside by himself, doing only god knows what. I chewed my apple thoughtfully, turning my attention back to the wall.. I set the apple down on the table, only two bite taken from it and brushed my hands off. I picked up the discarded pencil and crawled over to the wall, kneeling in front of it.
The pencil barely paused above the wall before it moved over it in a clean arch, ending the line before it touched the blue of the ocean. More lines were added, going upwards, sideways and slanted lines too. Something that could be described as a dashed line was created by the pencil, appearing to spread out in a circle. The tip of the pencil barely touching the wall, yet the narrow lines of gray appearing underneath it.
I took the pencil away from the wall, studying what had been created by it. I nodded. It was exactly what was missing. I quickly stood, dropping the pencil next to the wall and gathered the paint colors I needed from the small pile of paints Cian had pushed to the side. I opened the paints and poured them into a few bowls and pushed them over towards the wall and grabbed a few brushes.
I kneeled in front of the wall once more, the bowls of pain sitting in a line next to my knee and set to work. The brushes glided over the wall, seeming to never touch the surface, the color seeming to just appear on the wall where the brush had glided over. I smiled to myself softly and grabbed a new bowl of filled with paint, starting to fill in another color of the new addition.
When most of the colors had been filled in, I stood and took a few steps back, making sure that it looked right in comparison to the rest of the wall, something I should I done earlier, but now was better than never. I bit my lip and went back up to the wall and poised the pencil above it once more. A few more lines were added, a few minor details, a small crack here, a patch of grass there. I took a few steps back again and studied the wall intently.
I nodded and kneeled back down, set on finishing painting it before Cian was done with his call. I wanted to see if he noticed it, or if he was too tired to see it. I shrugged to myself as I kept painting. He'd see it one way or the other. I smiled and set the last brush down, standing and moving back again to look at my work. It was perfect. It was the piece that was missing.
The lines arched together and crossed each others path, creating the small island in the far, distant background near the horizon of a small lighthouse on a rock cliff, with waves crashing up against the cliff side. The rocks looked sharp, even when painted to be in the distance. The lighthouse's light was shinning brightly, two beams of light jetting out from the top. The lighthouse was painted a lighter gray than the black rocks, visible cracks were running down the sides.
I stretched my arms over my head and snatched my apple off of the table, taking another bite. I crouched down to grab my bottle of water and sat back down in front of the couch, pulling my legs up to my chest as I continued to eat my apple. After I finished my apple, I stood up, setting my bottle of water on the table. I took the apple core into the kitchen, throwing it in the garbage quietly. Cian was still on the phone, his fingers tapping away on the keyboard hurriedly. I quietly left the kitchen, going back into the living room to give Cian some privacy while he had to deal with the idiots.
I took another swing from my water bottle and put it back on the table, half empty. I sat back down, my legs stretched out in front of me and crossed my arms behind my head and closed my eyes, leaning back against the couch. After about five minutes, Cian came into the living room, rubbing his eyes.
“You know, what? I think they need to be euthanized or something. They might not be the ones in pain, but they're causing others pain because of their idiocy.” he sat down on the floor next to me, resting his head in my lap. I brought my hands down to his face, stroking his cheek and combing his hair back gently.
“You need a vacation, mister.” he smiled up at me before he closed his eyes, sighing softly.
“Well, the past few days that I've been here with you have been like a mini-vacation and my superiors took it as such.” I hummed softly in realization. My fingers combed through his hair soothingly, brushing back the short locks. He sighed softly, his muscles relaxing into me and the floor. I smiled softly, gently stroking his cheek.
“I think you should yell at them more. That might make you feel better.” he chuckled softly, his eyes opening slowly to look up at me.
“I think I like your idea.” I raised an eyebrow.
“Was there any doubt that you wouldn't?” we laughed softly and smiled at each other. I leaned down, giving him a soft kiss. One of his hands came up to the back of my neck and held me over him as he kissed me back. He maneuvered himself so that he was straddling my lap, our lips never breaking contact.
His weight settled onto my lap firmly, one of his hands cupping the back of my head, the other one stroking my exposed thigh lightly. I gasped softly, my legs trying to spread underneath him. He smiled against my lips, pressing down harder against my legs, his fingers trailing up my thigh to ghost over the outside of my underwear through the cotton shorts I was wearing. My hips bucked up forcefully at the feather light touch and I mewled softly against his lip, my hands gripping my hair tightly.
He attacked my mouth hungrily, his fingers worming their way past my cottons shorts to lightly press against my underwear, stroking the damp fabric over my center. I whined softly in the back of my throat, pushing my lips desperately against his, our tongues twinning together between our locked lips.
His fingers slowly and teasingly made their way underneath the fabric of my underwear, barely ghosting over my wetness. I mewled louder, my hands running down his chest, my nails scratching him through his shirt. He gasped softly, two of his fingers pushing forward into my wet folds deeply. I gasped, my hips bucking despite his weight on my legs. He smiled against my lips, his mouth breaking from mine, leaving me gasping for air, my eyes closing.
His mouth trailed a molten hot line down my jaw and down my neck, his lower body sliding down my legs as he continued to kiss lower. His hands left my wet folds momentarily, my whine being the only protest as he quickly took my tank top off, pulling up and over my head. His hands returned to my body, hotly pressing and touching my skin. His fingers wasted no time in pushing themselves back into me, pushing my underwear to the side.
His other hand, the one that didn't have its fingers inside my wetness, gripped my side, his thumb stroking my skin. His mouth pressed against my skin again, kissing and nipping my neck, just above my collar bone. His mouth moved down slowly, his body sliding down my legs slightly as he went. His mouth latched on to my nipple, hot and forceful. I arched my back, gasping loudly as one of my hands entangled itself into his hair, the other one clenching the couch tightly behind my head.
His sucked on my nipple, hard, bit down lightly and laving the small sting away with his tongue roughly. I gasped and mewled, my muscles clenching around his fingers as he moved them in and out of me roughly as his mouth continued its attack on my nipple. I groaned and tried to move my hips against his fingers as he switched to my other nipple, using just as much force as he had used on the other one.
“Cian, please...” I gasped softly and his fingers pulled out of me and circled my clitoris, feeling almost hot enough to burn. His bit my nipple once more before leaning up and kissed my cheek.
“Please, what, Kassy?” his breath ghosted over my neck and I shivered.
“Please, something... please anything... just please. Don't stop.” I looked at him with pleading eyes as his rich voice chuckled and his mouth latched onto my neck, sucking and biting the skin. I mewled softly, moaning when his fingers pushed back into my burning heat, his thumb joining them underneath my underwear and rubbing my clitoris roughly, sparks of divine pleasure shooting up my spine and pooling in my stomach, giving me goosebumps on my arms and legs.
“Please...” I gasped.
“Please what?” he whispered against my skin. I groaned, my eyes falling shut, my head falling back against the couch.
“Please... more...” I managed to free one of my legs an bent it up next to his side, giving him easier access to me. He bit my neck viciously and added another finger into my wetness. My hips bucked, a soft mewl emitting from my throat. His fingers moved faster, stretching me with each thrust. My hips fidgeted in frustration, my hands coming down to hook underneath my cotton shorts and my underwear. Cian leaned back and his hands joined mine, leaving me feeling empty where his fingers had once been inside me.
“So this is what you want, hm?” all I could do was nod and pull my other leg out from underneath him, my hands pushing my shorts and underwear over my hips and down my legs. Cian took them from me and tossed them some where behind him. My mind had a fleeting thought, hoping that he didn't toss them near the fireplace. I quickly forgot that thought as his hands started pulling off his shirt, not bothering to unbutton it. While his hands were preoccupied, I made myself useful and started unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping them. He quickly stood when I had pushed his jeans down to his thighs and took them off the rest of the way, kicking off his shoes and socks while he was at it.
“Thought you were going to get lucky?” I asked, pointedly staring at his unclothed crotch, having been wearing no underwear underneath his pants. He grinned at me, coming back down to the floor and pushing me on my back, kneeling between my thighs.
“No... I just couldn't find your other lacy underwear this morning when I got up.” I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him back down to kiss me. He happily pressed his lips against mine again, our tongues coming out and playing with each other. He held himself up with one elbow, his other hand trailing back down my stomach, lightly stroking my skin. My hips fidgeted slightly, my legs spreading further apart underneath him. His fingers entered me once more, pushing in to the hilt, stretching me again for the second time. I mewled softly into the kiss, my fingers twining into his hair.
“Please.” I whispered against his lips. His fingers came out of me, his hand gripping my hip and he positioned himself and drove into me, filling me completely once more. My eyes rolled back, my back arching sharply as I felt his thick member in me to the hilt. His breath hitched, his lips crushing against mine as he started moving, slowly at first, his hips rocking into mine. I moaned, clenching my muscles around him and bucking my hips up into him. He groaned against my lips and started thrusting harder, filling me as deep as he could.
He broke our kiss, his head falling to my neck to bite and lick my skin, my fingers still twined within his hair. The hand on my hip moved to where our bodies joined together, his fingers rubbing against my clitoris lightly and down to where his cock was thrusting in and out of me, rubbing his fingers over the skin and spreading around the juices found there. I moaned loudly, my legs bending up and offering my self more completely to him. He grunted softly and started thrusting faster, his fingers rubbing against my clitoris roughly.
“Oh, god...” I gasped, my muscles constantly clenching around him as I neared my climax. His thrusting became wild, his hips snapping forward against me. I tightened my fingers in his hair, bringing him back up to crush my mouth against his. I screamed my release into his mouth as his fingers flicked against my clitoris one last time, his hips thrusting forward once, twice more before he let go and came within me.
His head fell to my chest, his forehead pressing against my skin as pulsing membered continued to pule within me. I shifted my hips upwards slightly, biting back a soft groan as I started running my fingers through his hair soothingly. He lifted his head and kissed me softly, pulling back to look into my eyes.
“I love you, Kassy.” his voice was soft and gentle, his eyes holding nothing but the truth and the love he felt for me. I smiled up at him, stroking his cheek softly and whispered back,
“I love you, too, Cian.” he smiled, pressing his lips against mine once more. I shivered slightly, my muscles clenching around him unconsciously. He grunted softly and pushed himself up, pulling himself out of me. I sighed softly, stretching my arms above my head, my back arching up wards. He smiled, his hand ghosting over my stomach, causing me to shiver and sit up, lightly smacking his hand away. He smiled and kissed my cheek, before standing up and offering his hand to me.
I took his offered hand and he pulled me to my feet, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me close.
“What do you say to a nice warm bath, Miss Kassandra?” I smiled and stepped back, holding onto his hand.
“That sound wonderful, Mister Cian. Shall we?” he smiled and pulled me from the living room.
“Lets.”
“Kassy.... Kassy, love.” I opened my eyes groggily, going back to sleep in front of the fireplace obviously not one of my better ideas. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes once more and looked around the living room to find Cian standing above me, a small grin on his face.
“Did you fall asleep in front of the fire, Kassy?” his tone was amused and it made me smile softly.
“Yeah, I came in here after I woke up, cause you weren't there... and I was cold.” he smiled softly and sat next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close.
“I'm sorry I wasn't there to warm you, but I had to go get something.” I looked at him curiously.
“What did you have to go get?” he smiled softly and kissed me just as soft.
“Something that you'll be getting later.” I looked at him, excited.
“Like a present?” he chuckled softly.
“Something like that.” I beamed.
“When do I get it?”
“Later.” I pouted and waited all of sixty seconds.
“It's later. I want it.” his rich laughter filled the room and he pulled me closer, kissing my cheek.
“When I say later, I mean, in a few days or in a week or two, all right, miss impatient?” I pouted but nodded anyways.
“Yes, Cian.” he smiled and kissed me gently.
“I think you look just so cute when you get excited like that.” my cheeks flushed lightly.
“Where's Vitas?” I wanted to change the topic.
“Oh, he's outside, romping about. I let him out earlier before I left to get what I needed to pick up. He didn't want to come back in when I got back, so I just left him out there. He'll whine and scratch at the door if he wants back in.” I nodded.
“Yeah, ok.” I kissed his cheek and snuggled up against him. “Anything you want to do today, or is it just going to be a relaxing day?” he shook his head.
“Sadly, I have a conference call that I have to take. I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I used the kitchen to take it in. I'll have to set up my laptop and everything so I can talk to everyone.” I nodded.
“That's fine with me, just don't break anything when you get mad at the idiots, ok?” he chuckled lightly.
“I'll try my best, but I can't make any promises. I'm sorry, love.” he kissed my cheek and I waved him off.
“Eh, as long as it's nothing made out of glass, because I will not be cleaning up glass, let me tell you.” he nodded.
“It's a deal then.” I smiled.
“Good. When does the call start?” he looked upwards for a few moments.
“Oh... maybe about... ten minutes? I don't really know, but I know that for me, it's going to start in ten minutes, those idiots be damned.” I laughed softly and wrapped my arms around his neck, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
“You know... I think you need to fire some of those idiots, or at least replace them with semi-smart people.” he smiled.
“I agree, but no one listens to me.” I cocked my head to the side.
“Then why work there if you're not happy?” he shrugged, his shoulders moving underneath my arms.
“It's what I enjoy doing... and it gives me people to yell at with legitimate reasons.” he grinned at me. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“I think you're being spoiled with people you can yell at.” he chuckled softly and gave me a sweet kiss.
“Yes, I may be spoiled, but you're the only one I get to share it with.” I smiled and kissed him back.
“Yes, I know. Shouldn't you be setting up your computer right now and making sure things are able to connect and everything?” he sighed softly.
“If I have to...” he gave me one last kiss before standing and walking into the kitchen to deal with what he needed to set up. I smiled softly and lied down on the couch, stretching out completely, arching my back off of the couch and flopping back down on it, my back tingling nicely. I yawned and closed my eyes, ready to get a few more minutes or hours of sleep, as long as I didn't have to get up and do anything, I was fine.
I was simply happy to have Cian back home.
Vitas woke me up, jumping up onto my legs and standing on my stomach. I groaned and pushed him off of me, following him to the floor. I glared at Vitas as he happily jumped back up on the couch and settled himself down comfortably.
“You big bully.” I stood slowly and made my way into the kitchen, making sure to keep quiet as Cian was arguing with someone over the phone about... robots or something. I shrugged and snagged myself a bottle of water from the fridge and a fresh apple from the counter. Apparently Cian did some grocery shopping when he went out this morning.
When I was back in the living room, I sat down near the fireplace and opened my bottle of water, my eyes instinctively tracing over the painting on the wall to make sure it was right. I cocked my head to the side as I restudied the painting lines, shells and colors. I took a drink of my water, my eyes looking over the sandy looking top part of the wall. Something seemed to be missing from the background, but I couldn't quiet place what was missing. I shrugged, taking a bite of my apple, knowing that sooner or later it'd come to me.
I looked over at Vitas and saw his head on his paws, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. I smiled. Vitas tired himself out from playing outside by himself, doing only god knows what. I chewed my apple thoughtfully, turning my attention back to the wall.. I set the apple down on the table, only two bite taken from it and brushed my hands off. I picked up the discarded pencil and crawled over to the wall, kneeling in front of it.
The pencil barely paused above the wall before it moved over it in a clean arch, ending the line before it touched the blue of the ocean. More lines were added, going upwards, sideways and slanted lines too. Something that could be described as a dashed line was created by the pencil, appearing to spread out in a circle. The tip of the pencil barely touching the wall, yet the narrow lines of gray appearing underneath it.
I took the pencil away from the wall, studying what had been created by it. I nodded. It was exactly what was missing. I quickly stood, dropping the pencil next to the wall and gathered the paint colors I needed from the small pile of paints Cian had pushed to the side. I opened the paints and poured them into a few bowls and pushed them over towards the wall and grabbed a few brushes.
I kneeled in front of the wall once more, the bowls of pain sitting in a line next to my knee and set to work. The brushes glided over the wall, seeming to never touch the surface, the color seeming to just appear on the wall where the brush had glided over. I smiled to myself softly and grabbed a new bowl of filled with paint, starting to fill in another color of the new addition.
When most of the colors had been filled in, I stood and took a few steps back, making sure that it looked right in comparison to the rest of the wall, something I should I done earlier, but now was better than never. I bit my lip and went back up to the wall and poised the pencil above it once more. A few more lines were added, a few minor details, a small crack here, a patch of grass there. I took a few steps back again and studied the wall intently.
I nodded and kneeled back down, set on finishing painting it before Cian was done with his call. I wanted to see if he noticed it, or if he was too tired to see it. I shrugged to myself as I kept painting. He'd see it one way or the other. I smiled and set the last brush down, standing and moving back again to look at my work. It was perfect. It was the piece that was missing.
The lines arched together and crossed each others path, creating the small island in the far, distant background near the horizon of a small lighthouse on a rock cliff, with waves crashing up against the cliff side. The rocks looked sharp, even when painted to be in the distance. The lighthouse's light was shinning brightly, two beams of light jetting out from the top. The lighthouse was painted a lighter gray than the black rocks, visible cracks were running down the sides.
I stretched my arms over my head and snatched my apple off of the table, taking another bite. I crouched down to grab my bottle of water and sat back down in front of the couch, pulling my legs up to my chest as I continued to eat my apple. After I finished my apple, I stood up, setting my bottle of water on the table. I took the apple core into the kitchen, throwing it in the garbage quietly. Cian was still on the phone, his fingers tapping away on the keyboard hurriedly. I quietly left the kitchen, going back into the living room to give Cian some privacy while he had to deal with the idiots.
I took another swing from my water bottle and put it back on the table, half empty. I sat back down, my legs stretched out in front of me and crossed my arms behind my head and closed my eyes, leaning back against the couch. After about five minutes, Cian came into the living room, rubbing his eyes.
“You know, what? I think they need to be euthanized or something. They might not be the ones in pain, but they're causing others pain because of their idiocy.” he sat down on the floor next to me, resting his head in my lap. I brought my hands down to his face, stroking his cheek and combing his hair back gently.
“You need a vacation, mister.” he smiled up at me before he closed his eyes, sighing softly.
“Well, the past few days that I've been here with you have been like a mini-vacation and my superiors took it as such.” I hummed softly in realization. My fingers combed through his hair soothingly, brushing back the short locks. He sighed softly, his muscles relaxing into me and the floor. I smiled softly, gently stroking his cheek.
“I think you should yell at them more. That might make you feel better.” he chuckled softly, his eyes opening slowly to look up at me.
“I think I like your idea.” I raised an eyebrow.
“Was there any doubt that you wouldn't?” we laughed softly and smiled at each other. I leaned down, giving him a soft kiss. One of his hands came up to the back of my neck and held me over him as he kissed me back. He maneuvered himself so that he was straddling my lap, our lips never breaking contact.
His weight settled onto my lap firmly, one of his hands cupping the back of my head, the other one stroking my exposed thigh lightly. I gasped softly, my legs trying to spread underneath him. He smiled against my lips, pressing down harder against my legs, his fingers trailing up my thigh to ghost over the outside of my underwear through the cotton shorts I was wearing. My hips bucked up forcefully at the feather light touch and I mewled softly against his lip, my hands gripping my hair tightly.
He attacked my mouth hungrily, his fingers worming their way past my cottons shorts to lightly press against my underwear, stroking the damp fabric over my center. I whined softly in the back of my throat, pushing my lips desperately against his, our tongues twinning together between our locked lips.
His fingers slowly and teasingly made their way underneath the fabric of my underwear, barely ghosting over my wetness. I mewled louder, my hands running down his chest, my nails scratching him through his shirt. He gasped softly, two of his fingers pushing forward into my wet folds deeply. I gasped, my hips bucking despite his weight on my legs. He smiled against my lips, his mouth breaking from mine, leaving me gasping for air, my eyes closing.
His mouth trailed a molten hot line down my jaw and down my neck, his lower body sliding down my legs as he continued to kiss lower. His hands left my wet folds momentarily, my whine being the only protest as he quickly took my tank top off, pulling up and over my head. His hands returned to my body, hotly pressing and touching my skin. His fingers wasted no time in pushing themselves back into me, pushing my underwear to the side.
His other hand, the one that didn't have its fingers inside my wetness, gripped my side, his thumb stroking my skin. His mouth pressed against my skin again, kissing and nipping my neck, just above my collar bone. His mouth moved down slowly, his body sliding down my legs slightly as he went. His mouth latched on to my nipple, hot and forceful. I arched my back, gasping loudly as one of my hands entangled itself into his hair, the other one clenching the couch tightly behind my head.
His sucked on my nipple, hard, bit down lightly and laving the small sting away with his tongue roughly. I gasped and mewled, my muscles clenching around his fingers as he moved them in and out of me roughly as his mouth continued its attack on my nipple. I groaned and tried to move my hips against his fingers as he switched to my other nipple, using just as much force as he had used on the other one.
“Cian, please...” I gasped softly and his fingers pulled out of me and circled my clitoris, feeling almost hot enough to burn. His bit my nipple once more before leaning up and kissed my cheek.
“Please, what, Kassy?” his breath ghosted over my neck and I shivered.
“Please, something... please anything... just please. Don't stop.” I looked at him with pleading eyes as his rich voice chuckled and his mouth latched onto my neck, sucking and biting the skin. I mewled softly, moaning when his fingers pushed back into my burning heat, his thumb joining them underneath my underwear and rubbing my clitoris roughly, sparks of divine pleasure shooting up my spine and pooling in my stomach, giving me goosebumps on my arms and legs.
“Please...” I gasped.
“Please what?” he whispered against my skin. I groaned, my eyes falling shut, my head falling back against the couch.
“Please... more...” I managed to free one of my legs an bent it up next to his side, giving him easier access to me. He bit my neck viciously and added another finger into my wetness. My hips bucked, a soft mewl emitting from my throat. His fingers moved faster, stretching me with each thrust. My hips fidgeted in frustration, my hands coming down to hook underneath my cotton shorts and my underwear. Cian leaned back and his hands joined mine, leaving me feeling empty where his fingers had once been inside me.
“So this is what you want, hm?” all I could do was nod and pull my other leg out from underneath him, my hands pushing my shorts and underwear over my hips and down my legs. Cian took them from me and tossed them some where behind him. My mind had a fleeting thought, hoping that he didn't toss them near the fireplace. I quickly forgot that thought as his hands started pulling off his shirt, not bothering to unbutton it. While his hands were preoccupied, I made myself useful and started unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping them. He quickly stood when I had pushed his jeans down to his thighs and took them off the rest of the way, kicking off his shoes and socks while he was at it.
“Thought you were going to get lucky?” I asked, pointedly staring at his unclothed crotch, having been wearing no underwear underneath his pants. He grinned at me, coming back down to the floor and pushing me on my back, kneeling between my thighs.
“No... I just couldn't find your other lacy underwear this morning when I got up.” I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him back down to kiss me. He happily pressed his lips against mine again, our tongues coming out and playing with each other. He held himself up with one elbow, his other hand trailing back down my stomach, lightly stroking my skin. My hips fidgeted slightly, my legs spreading further apart underneath him. His fingers entered me once more, pushing in to the hilt, stretching me again for the second time. I mewled softly into the kiss, my fingers twining into his hair.
“Please.” I whispered against his lips. His fingers came out of me, his hand gripping my hip and he positioned himself and drove into me, filling me completely once more. My eyes rolled back, my back arching sharply as I felt his thick member in me to the hilt. His breath hitched, his lips crushing against mine as he started moving, slowly at first, his hips rocking into mine. I moaned, clenching my muscles around him and bucking my hips up into him. He groaned against my lips and started thrusting harder, filling me as deep as he could.
He broke our kiss, his head falling to my neck to bite and lick my skin, my fingers still twined within his hair. The hand on my hip moved to where our bodies joined together, his fingers rubbing against my clitoris lightly and down to where his cock was thrusting in and out of me, rubbing his fingers over the skin and spreading around the juices found there. I moaned loudly, my legs bending up and offering my self more completely to him. He grunted softly and started thrusting faster, his fingers rubbing against my clitoris roughly.
“Oh, god...” I gasped, my muscles constantly clenching around him as I neared my climax. His thrusting became wild, his hips snapping forward against me. I tightened my fingers in his hair, bringing him back up to crush my mouth against his. I screamed my release into his mouth as his fingers flicked against my clitoris one last time, his hips thrusting forward once, twice more before he let go and came within me.
His head fell to my chest, his forehead pressing against my skin as pulsing membered continued to pule within me. I shifted my hips upwards slightly, biting back a soft groan as I started running my fingers through his hair soothingly. He lifted his head and kissed me softly, pulling back to look into my eyes.
“I love you, Kassy.” his voice was soft and gentle, his eyes holding nothing but the truth and the love he felt for me. I smiled up at him, stroking his cheek softly and whispered back,
“I love you, too, Cian.” he smiled, pressing his lips against mine once more. I shivered slightly, my muscles clenching around him unconsciously. He grunted softly and pushed himself up, pulling himself out of me. I sighed softly, stretching my arms above my head, my back arching up wards. He smiled, his hand ghosting over my stomach, causing me to shiver and sit up, lightly smacking his hand away. He smiled and kissed my cheek, before standing up and offering his hand to me.
I took his offered hand and he pulled me to my feet, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me close.
“What do you say to a nice warm bath, Miss Kassandra?” I smiled and stepped back, holding onto his hand.
“That sound wonderful, Mister Cian. Shall we?” he smiled and pulled me from the living room.
“Lets.”