Page 21 of A Chance to Love
I move closer to the table, the sight of her breathtaking body writhing under Kyle's fingers is simply irresistible. My eyes follow her every curve, admiring her beauty and sensuality. It is as if she is enveloped in an aura of passion, a spark that illuminates the entire den.
Kyle and Miriana seem to be immersed in a world of their own, where time has stood still and nothing besides the two of them exists. The desire between them is palpable, like a slowly burning fire, and the erotic tension in the air is almost unbearable, and yet Kyle does nothing but brush her skin with his fingers. I don't know what drove me into this moment, but I do know that I cannot take my eyes off them.
Kyle's hands move gracefully over Miriana's skin, like an artist painting a sensual picture. His mouth kisses with fiery passion her breasts. Miriana lets out a whisper of pleasure as she arches her back, and the sound is like a melody echoing in the air. A melody that hypnotizes and envelops me.
“I love her moans.” Kyle smiles as he shifts, “aren't they magnificent?”
“I agree.” I smile with my eyes glued on Miri's frantically rising chest. Her firm, perfect breasts follow the rhythm of it, and I notice the now melted ice that has left a trail that I want to run my finger over and lick.
“She's all yours,” he moves away and sits in the chair across from us.
My heart is in my throat and my hands are tingling. I look at her and Miriana does not move from her position. She stands still and completely exposed to me. Her eyes have not changed. They burn with an intensity that makes me melt.
I want to do anything to her, but I know that if I kiss her it would be the end of me. Ever since Greta came into my life, my adventurous spirit has waned. All my confidence has vanished, and now I find myself at a crossroads. Miriana is something indescribable. Like a forbidden fruit that will end up changing my life. In part she already has and only I know how much I wanted to sleep all day just to fuck her in my dreams again and again. Now, however, she is here and I wonder if she is really ready to be with me too or is she just doing it out of pity.
Miriana takes my hand, yanking me back to reality. I'm still daydreaming. Fuck it all!
I reach out, tracing the skin with my fingers from her wrist, down to her shoulder and neck. Her breathing becomes regular again, but I can feel her skin heat up and her pulse quicken.
“Please,” she murmurs in a whisper that makes me smile as I run my finger over her breasts. I had dreamed of something similar though under different circumstances.
“What do you want, little one?”
“Touch me, Dean, stop thinking and let go.” The determination in her eyes and the need I hear in her voice are like a jolt to me. I go around the table and brush her nipples as I pass. Miriana moves as if seeking more contact. I place myself between her legs and her scent draws me in even more. I bend over her, licking the small pond that has formed in her belly button, savoring the delicious skin that is so soft but at the same time firm. Moans fill the room and my soul and I lick my way up.
“Dean,” she gasps as I take a nipple in her mouth. Her hands move up and into my hair. Her caress is an invitation to continue. The higher I go with my mouth, the more my erection rubs between her thighs. I feel her heat through my pajama pants, the only barrier between us. It almost hurts not to release it, not to feel her fully. To make her mine.
You are worthless.The voice in my head begins to remind me of all the times I have heard Greta say the same thing. I stop, cursing myself for what I am about to say.
I'm inches from her face, her legs tight around my waist. “I can't, I'm sorry.”
Her hands release their grip in a second as do the legs around me. Her eyes glaze over with tears and I move away, leaving her space and I know I fucked up big time.
“S–sorry, I gotta go,” she murmurs, hopping off the table and bolting from the den.
“Fuck,” I holler, gripping the edge of the table, feeling like shit. What the fuck did I do? It hurts like hell. That pain I read in her eyes hurt more than a blade in my heart.
“Dean!” Kyle's raspy voice jars me.How could I forget about him?I shake my head, rush out the den, and chase after her.
Fuck, what was I thinking?
I rap on her bedroom door, “Miri, can I come in?”
She doesn't respond, but her sobs are audible. I don't wait, I just enter. Seeing her seated on the bed, knees pulled up to her chest, crying because of something I did, it gnaws at my soul. I pull her into my arms, despite her protests, and hold her close. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't want to make you feel like this.”I'm such a fool.“But let me explain.” Can I, though? Can I truly open my heart, the very heart she helped me mend? I cup her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my gaze. I brush away her tears. “Don't feel rejected by me, Miri.”
She snorts, grimacing as she looks away.Douchebag twice!
“Little one, look at me,” I plead, “I know I'm an idiot. But I always feel like I'm not enough, Miri.”
“Enough for whom?”
“For you,” I blurt out. I take her hand and place it over my heart, “This heartbeat? It's all because of you.” I bring her hand to my cock that hurts from how hard it is still trapped in my pants. “And that's because of you and not just from today.”
Silence.
She says nothing. She doesn't even move.
“I didn't even ask permission to touch you, Miri, and before you say Kyle granted it to me, I needed yours. You have an effect on me that I adore but that scares me at the same time. And I want you to be sure of your choice because if you allow me to have you, it will be forever. No one but us will ever be able to touch you because I would be able to kill anyone who does.” I have said it, and I cannot nor do I want to take it back. I want to be happy with the people who make me happy.