Chapter 4
Aurelia's POV
I could feel myself trembling in anticipation of an orgasm. Killian must have felt it too because he stopped kissing me suddenly.
“Killian, don't stop,” I begged. I could not recognise my own voice anymore, it was laden with a desire that had never coursed through my body before.
“Killian?” I called out when I got no response.
“Killian?” I was slightly panicking now.
He did respond this time but only by enclosing my nipple in his mouth.
It had been unexpected and so I cried out with alarming pleasure.
I was convinced I would implode if he did not take me.
“Killian, please take me,” I begged but I knew he was not going to grant my request.
Instead, he continued to knead my nipples expertly with his tongue. Every stroke of his tongue elicited a cry of passion from me.
He did not heed my request. Instead, I felt his hand reach for my second breast and in a circular motion he began to massage my nipple.
“Killian… Killian…” were the only words I could mumble. My brain was all mushy and I could not think anymore. I was incapable of making any requests. I just wanted this feeling coursing through my body to last forever.
Then he stopped.
“Killian?”
He placed both of his palms on either breasts of mine and I felt his tongue drawing a line from in between my breasts towards my navel and further down until his tongue was inside my soft and pink palace.
His tongue rested there for a while then without warning he began exploring.
His hands were still massaging my breasts, his tongue was in my vagina and he was delicately stroking my clits.
I was going to die from the pleasurable sensation coursing through my body and I was going to die happily.
I felt myself nearing an orgasm and his tongue stopped the strokes while his hands continued to massage my breasts.
“Killian… Oh, Killian…” I wanted him to take me but I could not find the words. My brain and mouth were only capable of moaning his name.
He was no longer touching anymore and my brain began to catch up with its usual function.
“Killian? Please take me,” my body had been closed so many times and yet denied every time.
I was aching for a release.
I understood now why he had asked me if I needed a safe word.
I felt the rough stubble of his cheek brush against my cheek and I moaned. I was desperate for any touch at this point.
“Take me, please,” I begged, my voice heavy with desire.
He nibbled on my ear softly, then he asked, “Do you need a safe word?”
I inhaled sharply.
My mind said yes but when I opened my mouth, I said no.
I wished I could pinch myself for my response but my hands were still cuffed.
“Comfortable?” he asked, still nibbling softly in my ear.
“Yes,” I muttered.
“Aurelia, you're beautiful. I want to make you feel beautiful,” he whispered softly.
My name on his tongue was my undoing. I could feel pools of water drop from my core.
“Killian, please… You have to take me,” I begged Killian but the time for that had passed.
“You did not choose a safe word, Aurelia,” I loved the way he said my name.
“Do you want one?” he asked again. His tongue was stroking my ears softly.
“No, no.”
What was wrong with me?
“See? It's your choice. Don't forget that. You're in control here,” he said, softly.
“You're lying,” came my response.
He had me cuffed.
I could not touch myself or rub my inner thighs together. He was in control of my desires, my lustful feelings, every wave of pleasure was dependent on Killian.
I felt him walk away from me but he was not gone long. He returned seconds later with a feather tickler. I knew because I felt the softness of the accessory on my body.
I gasped.
It was soft in a way that made me feel like jelly.
He ran the feather stick through my breasts, my stomach, thighs and just about everywhere.
When I thought he was done with it, I felt a spank on my left cheek butt that made me gasp.
Who knew getting hit could be so tantalising?
“Hit me, please,” I could not believe that I was begging for him to spank me.
He hit me again but this time on my breasts.
I moaned, needing more of that.
“Hit me, Killian,” I cried.
He flogged me between my thighs and I shivered deliciously from the impact.
He went back to caressing my nipples with the feather stick but I craved something more. I did not want soft, I wanted hard, Damn it, I wanted him to spank me until I felt pain and pleasure, until I could not tell the difference between the two.
It was as though he read my mind because the next time he hit me, it was with his rough palm.
I lurched forward from the impact and groaned from the sudden sensation.
Who knew sex could be an entire experience?
With Carl, sex had been something I enjoyed the idea of sex made my toes tingle but I had never felt this whole, this alive, during sex and I certainly had never lasted this long during sex.
My one-night stand was turning out to be the best night of my life.