I woke up to a heavy silence that lingered in our home, a stark contrast to the usual bustling mornings.
Killian decided to stay home today, immersed in the chaos of his work and the aftermath of the incident that shook us yesterday.
It was sweet he wanted to do this for me.
The air in our kitchen felt dense, devoid of the usual aroma of brewing coffee and the sizzle of breakfast.
As I stepped into the room, my eyes met Killian's tired gaze.
Dark circles clung to his eyes like shadows, revealing the sleepless night he must have endured.
He was already engrossed in his laptop, fingers dancing on the keyboard with a sense of urgency. Concern etched across my face, I approached him.
"Killian, you need to eat something," I urged gently, my voice a soft plea.
His lack of response spoke volumes about the weight he carried on his shoulders.
The work stress and the clients slipping away like sand through his fingers had consumed him entirely.
I decided to take matters into my own hands. I retreated to the kitchen, preparing a simple breakfast.
The aroma of scrambled eggs and toast soon filled the air, a feeble attempt to bring a semblance of normalcy to our troubled day.
Placing the plate in front of Killian, I attempted a smile, hoping it would soften him.
His eyes lifted, acknowledging my efforts, but the fatigue persisted. "I can't, Catalina. Too much to do," he mumbled, his focus returning to his laptop.
Sitting down beside him, I reached out, gently placing a hand on his. "Killian, you can't keep going like this. You need to take care of yourself," I implored, my worry for him evident in my eyes.
He sighed, a heavy exhale that carried the weight of the world. "I know, but everything is falling apart, and I can't afford to lose more clients. It's like the ground is slipping beneath my feet."
I leaned closer, my voice a comforting whisper. "We'll get through this together. Your health is more important than anything else."
He agreed.
For the rest of the day, I acted like a caregiver. Killian, tethered to his laptop, juggled phone calls and emails, each moment stretching him thinner.
I flitted around like a guardian angel, making sure he sipped on coffee and nibbled on whatever sustenance I could coax him into.
The lines on his face etched deeper with every passing hour.
The weight on his shoulders seemed to multiply, and I could sense his frustration reaching a breaking point. It was then that I made a decision.
I left him to his devices and went into the bedroom.
I wore his favorite lingerie on me, I looked into the mirror with my baby bump and I felt a little insecure.
Would he still find me sexy?
I almost chickened out before I realized it wasn't about me. It was about trying to make him feel better.
I took measured steps into the living room where he stood with his phone to his ear.
I stepped in and his eyes darted to mine and he froze.
He moves two steps away from me, causing me to think he might have a change of mind, but he doesn't.
Instead, he sizes me up from head to toe like it's the first time he's seen me in the lingerie.
He took tentative steps towards me.
"I am going to call you back," he said to whoever it was.
I gulped when his animalistic gaze met mine.
"You wore this for me?" he asked.
I nodded shyly, "Yes,"
His hand caressed my body like he was looking for something.
He pushed himself at me as he drilled his fingers into my clit at once, not giving me time to think, doubt, or breathe.
He drilled into me once again and began to finger fuck me until I start moaning loudly.
I arched my back countless times before finally sitting on the table and kneading my nipples, wanting more of this pleasure yet punishment.
He pushed me back to the table with his other hand as he finger fucksed me. He raised my right leg and pressed it against my ass, causing him to conveniently drill his finger into me.
"Fuck me, please ... fuck me," I pleaded to him in a very controlled yet restrained manner, not wanting him to stop.
He rubbed his fingers against my breast and pulled at it aggressively till I felt myself reach my climax,
I arched back once more as I squirted all over the table and his hands,
He pulled away from me with a starving look on his face. I could tell he wants me just as badly as I like him, but he's not doing anything for some reason.
He pulled me up and shoved his fingers into my mouth, causing me to taste my juices.
At first, I tried resisting, but for some reason, this turned me on the more as I sucked on his fingers, rubbing my tongue against them like a starved whore.
"You want more?" He asked me with some evil grin plastered on his face.
Unable to control my speech and body, I nodded like a loyal dog immediately.
"Very well then," he said to me as he rested my back against the wooden table once more and spread my legs wide apart,
I waited in anticipation for what he was about to do, hoping he'll fuck me this time,
I felt a witness against my clit, causing me to sit up but pressed against the table, unable to move.
I felt his tongue against my clit, and my body relaxed instantly into his touch as he lapped at my clit hungrily,
I felt him trace his fingers around my clit as he fucked me with his tongue. He scissored my clit and fucked me with his tongue simultaneously, causing me to shudder in delight,
My constant loud moans fill the air, and the echo constantly reverberates, but he doesn't move away from me, nor does he stop in his actions; instead, he seems to Increase his pace.
As he continued this, a wave of pleasure hit me, and soon enough, I reached my climax.
Once again, I cum, but he doesn't move away from my clit This time. I feel him suck at every juice of mine till I'm drained dry.
"Shit," I curse at myself as I turn my face away from him, hating the fact that I had cum twice, and both times, I had cum too quickly,
"Want more?" He asked me this time with the most devilish and hungry tone ever, which makes me suspect that he has nothing good left in stock for me this time.
"Yes, please," I said to him, sitting up.
He watched me with wary eyes, and a small smile formed on his face.
"Don't be gentle with me, Killian" I pleaded.
"I don't want to hurt the baby," he said.
"Please, you won't. The doctor said it's safe."
"Then I won't be gentle," he warned.
He turned me over on the table, causing my chest, breasts, and tummy to be pressed hard against the table.
I felt him hard against me as he leaned down to place pecks on my back, trailing the kisses gradually from my back to my ass,
He spreads my legs apart and positions himself between my legs, and I can tell his dick is rock hard even when I'm unable to see him, I can feel him.
"Fuck" I let out a wild, loud moan as I felt him ram into me without warning all at once,
He pulled out of me entirely and turned his face near mine.
"No noises, it's an order, and I did warn you I won't be gentle," he warned as he rammed into me again.
The process continued, and I tried controlling my moans, but after a few failed trials, I gave into my body as I let out loud moans.
The noise of our bodies ramming against each other, our loud moans, and the noise of the table being hit severally filled the room.
I felt my legs go numb for a while and my whole body, which caused me to arch my back once more.
I squirted once more. This time all life drained out of me as I was exhausted. He withdrew from me and stroked my clit once more,
"I told you I wasn't gentle."
With that, I hear him pull up his pants and do the zipper. I climb down from the table lazily as I need to pass out and lie down for a while.
He kissed my forehead, "Thank you, I needed that."
I smiled.
My legs are rooted to a spot and won't quit being shaky,
Just on cue, his phone rang. He picked it up.
I attempted to leave but he held me back, his eyes pleading for me to stay.
"Very well," he said and hung up.
"Fuck!" he swore.
"What's going on?"
"That was my PI. I am trying to have an audience with Zach so we could talk but he declined it."