Chapter 8 Overwhelmed (2)
Don Julio clambered up to his feet after rolling off from her body. The towel which had hung miserably around his waist, loosened and fell around his feet.
Kiara's hand jerked slightly when her eyes fell upon him. His rod was quite a staff, she mused. Memories like vapour coursed through her sending cold chills through her spine.
She remembered it all now. She understood why his body had felt strangely familiar. What had seemed like a dream to her had actually occurred. He stretched out one of his hands towards her. Her stomach churned, as her brows knitted she found herself clasping his hand while he pulled her up.
Don noticed a sheen of sweat on her cheeks, the reddening of her face, and her hands moving in jerks. He picked up the towel and handed it over to her. She would need it the most.
His emerald eyes searched Kiara's as if he were pleading with her. With a subtle jerk of his head, he motioned to the door which had been knocked on again.
"Don't," Kiara's voice wavered. He was following her behind closely. That would give him up, and she didn't think it wise.
"Don't follow me." She tried a smile, pulling her eyes up to meet his startled expression.
The door creaked when she opened halfway revealing the worried face of Ernesto, Mia's father.
"Good morning, Mr. Machelo. What brings you here?" She asked.
Ernesto's brows knotted, noting her appearance. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Miss Kiara. I received reports about Don Julio loitering around your block. A neighbor of yours had given a perfect description of him. Are you perfectly alright?"
Her heart took a faster pace, racing rapidly. She needed to scream right here, yank open the door, and let Mia's father do his job. He would protect her, after all, he was her best friend's father. She caught sight of a pistol shoved in his pocket and a rifle swung on his other shoulder. Yet, she found her feet heavy.
As if sensing her hesitation, Ernesto plunged on. "Need I remind you that Don Julio is a murderer, a thief, and a liar? If you know of him being around this area, it would be advisable not to hold back such information."
Don had lied to her. He had told her that he'd been framed for a crime that he did not do. But Mia's father was reminding her of his crooked lies. She shouldn't be protecting him, after all, he had taken advantage of her.
"No, Mr. Machelo. I'm quite alright as you can see. I was about to take a shower when I heard your knock. I humbly beseech that I return to it." She tried to keep her voice well-composed.
Ernesto cocked a brow, folded his lips into a thin line while he watched her closely. Kiara wasn't sure he believed her, so she must look the part.
"How's Mia, Mr. Machelo? I find it baffling that you do not believe me. So, I must be about my business. Goodbye, Mr. Machelo." She tried a vain smile, revealing her teeth then she shut the door behind her, then sagged against it.
Kiara's eyes met that of Don Julio's who had been standing behind the door while she conversed with Ernesto. His eyes were bulged, disbelieving what had just transpired. Until he was sure Ernesto had left the threshold, he had his mouth sealed but held her gaze still.
"Why did you do that?" He finally voiced.
"Do what?" She shoved him aside, walking towards the kitchen.
"You know what I mean, protecting me?"
"I could have done exactly that. And what do I gain in return, next time you come out of jail, you will try to kill me." She told him.
He smiled, running a hand through his hair. "I am not a murderer."
"Who cares? You came into my home, ate my food, slept with me and you expect me to believe you?" She asked him.
Don Julio scoffed then walked towards her slowly. Kiara's heart jumped, and she stepped backward, her eyes wandering around while thinking of her next move.
"But you did help me out despite all he had said." He tilted her chin.
She found herself holding her breath when she looked back into his eyes. What was happening to her? The air was humid yet she felt cold slapping across her skin.
She swallowed, hoping to say something that would annoy him. "I'm only protecting myself." She found herself saying.
He smirked, a devilish smirk that had his eyes twinkling. Then, he leaned in. "I just couldn't help it, Kiara. You have the most astounding body that I've ever seen. Your body pulled me in like strings of a chord. Your body feels like music, tugging out melodies from you while I played the notes," he whispered to her ears.
Why was he placing her body juxtaposed to that of a piece of music? Her ex-boyfriend had never loved her body. He was full of complaints that she had tried all ways to please him. She was small-breasted, he'd complained. Doesn't have a big ass, he had added. For that, it had seemed difficult to open up to another man. But here was a criminal dwarfed by her body and likened it to music!
Her breath hitched, and she hated herself longing to have his hands on her. She looked away, hoping that her pacing heart would subside. He gently pulled her face back, looking back into her eyes. His rod which had gone flaccid was beginning to grow, she could feel the growth denting her stomach.
Her mouth parted, and her breathing had gone ragged. He moved his mouth to her ears again. "Why do I get the feeling that you're not truly pissed about me fucking you?" He asked.
He wanted to touch her, feel her raw skin beneath his. With one pull at the towel, it came spiraling around her legs. Her breathing was hard, he could visibly see her pulse racing. He watched her closely, tracing light trails up her neck while shoving his fingers into her rich, full hair.
"You melt at my touch..," he noted, sticking his tongue in her ear.
She shook slightly, while her legs wobbled like jelly. Why was she feeling this way all for a stranger? Was it because he adorned her body, and made her feel like a complete woman? Her buttocks backed into the counter where her utensils were placed. Don Julio sucked her ears gently while she shivered in his arms.
"You love what I do to you. You love it immensely yet you pretend to hate it," he groaned, spurned by how wet he found her.
She moaned while he dug his middle finger into her moist private region. Her head snapped to meet his face, completely shaken by how wildly he drove her. She needed his mouth on hers, so she leaned forward hoping he would welcome the invitation.
He scoffed, tutting as he pushed his head backward. "See? You want me." Then he moved in to kiss her, but averted his head, pleased to note that he was right.
She cursed silently, hissing at him. He was playing with her, wasn't he? He leaned down again, holding her gaze but pulled away from her lips.
He laughed, a low rumble enjoying the little play between them. She laughed alongside, feigning anger. "Don't be like this. We both want this." He pulled her in while she tried to push him off.
"But you don't act like it." She whined.
"I know," he placed his hands on her buttocks. "You're soft, Kiara. So feminine and sweet. I wish we'd met in different circumstances." He said.
Her heart lurched. What did he mean by that? But before she could search his eyes, he captured her mouth fiercely, forcing her tongue to dance with his. She moaned softly, her voice low and sweet in his ears that his staff ached terribly.
"Kiara," he groaned, finding her yet again.
"You're making me go gaga, " he continued.
Her tender hands clasped around his manhood and he held himself still, trying hard not to explode in her hands.
He grinned, thrilled by her hands on him. "You've grown bold," he chortled.
She smiled, pleased by his laugh. "I want you now," her eyes pleaded.
And without another hesitation, he plunged into her folds, savoring the pleasurable delight of the intrusion before sinking all of himself into her.
She gasped holding onto his taunt and firm buttocks. Would it be odd to say that she loved how he smelled in her arms, how he fucked her while he held her gaze? She would want a satisfying position, so she pushed him to the floor, while she sat on him.
His dirty smirk never left his face. He shouldn't be surprised that she was taking the lead, offering to ride him instead. She straddled his rod into her, riding him while he held her in place.
The back and forth held longer for minutes until she finally came, moaning loudly while holding his mouth to her breasts. Lastly, he followed after, allowing her to fall on him when he was far spent.
"Will you leave?" She asked him.
Surprised by her question, he replied. "I'll stay for a while."
"I have to go to work. You can eat whatever you want. Will I find you when I'm back?" She persisted.
Was she falling for him already?
He asked himself. She shouldn't. This was just sex to him, no matter how good she must have perceived him to be, he was still a bad man.