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My breath is hard, fast and shallow. I’m panting for him. His breath fans my throat, over my collarbone and on the tops of my breasts.
His hand snakes up my thigh, inside the skirt of the dress. Up the trembling inside of my thigh to the crease at the top. Traces my flesh by the edge of my soaked panties.
Then he takes hold of me. His middle finger pushes and runs along the parting of my lips. Through the sodden fabric, he flattens my wings and spreads them. His fingertips move to circle and tantalize my clit.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, grabbing and pulling. I shove his head, pushing him nearer. He plants warm kisses on my skin, at the base of my throat and down, between my breasts.
“I need to make you feel how much you mean to me.” He says, “I’ll protect and defend you from anything. Everything. Nobody can do you any harm. Not ever. Not while you have me to take care of you.”
He kisses and sucks on my breast. First through the bra, but then, scooping me out, nipping and nibbling on my hardening bud. My back arcs and tiny rivers of tingling sparkles trail and burst through me.
He sucks and bites, pulling me into his mouth. Tweaking and twirling with twists of his strong, mobile tongue. My body arcs and lifts me toward him.
Holding my back, he moves his mouth down, over my hips and down to my mound. My legs shake.
“I love you so much,” he breathes into my hot delta, “I need to make you feel it, like I need to keep you safe. Give you whatever you need.”
I let out a moan as his fingers slide along my folds, probing. Pressing, pushing upward.
He spreads my feet wide apart and reaches up to unbutton the dress. When it slips open and falls apart, his lips descend on me.
“I love the taste of you,” his tongue slides under me, along the wetness, and presses, hot. Wet. Mobile. Shoving the wet fabric into me. Then he licks the sides, at the tops of my legs, from my soft mound, back to the cheeks of my ass.
His tongue slides inside and he really gets to work. Seeing and feeling this powerful man concentrate and dedicate the whole of his seriously impressive body to licking and suckling little spasms of ecstasy from inside and around my hungry pussy catapults me to another plateu.
He licks my juices, scraping through the wet softness at the center of my folds. He teases and plays around my hood, up and under my trembling bean, before he plunges into my opening. Long and thick, he pushes and trills into my fluttering walls. Up. Up, higher.
I grab his head with both hands and hold him there as I tremble and convulse as I grind and saw my pussy into his mouth, dripping my juice all over his face. He pulls my panties aside and makes me shudder as he flicks his tongue around me, from the front to the back, finding every little sensitive crevice and spot.
He reams and scrapes me, high inside my dripping velvet grip. I’m going nuts as he probes and licks, stopping to gentlytease and suck on my clit, before he makes long, flat sweeps, and then plunges back up.
His hands hold my ass and I’m almost collapsing when he lifts me down to the couch, raises my hips and slips of my wet panties.
“It’s been kind of a while,” he says. “And you had a rough day. You want more of that first? Or,” he holds his pants where his cock is bulging, “Do you need this, right away?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“I’ll do anything for you, my princess.”
“I love the sound of that.” I’m thinking that if he did this sooner, I could have been farther ahead in my recovery. I might have avoided that trip to the house of hell back there.
“Whatever you want” he says. “Just say it,” then with a twinkle, “Or you can just lie back and leave it all to me.” His eyes take a moment, reading mine. Then he says, “Either way, I’m going to see that you get totally fucked.”
A wave of feeling rolls through me. I want to lift myself up and hug him, but not as much as I want to lie back and let him take care of me. Even for Past me, I have a sense that I don’t allow this kind of release. Of abandoning myself and just letting go. Allowing someone else to take charge.
It feels strange and unfamiliar. But for right now, while I’m still very much in recovery, I’ll take it. Truth be told, I’m liking it a lot.
Before he moves in, he takes me up and over again with his lips and his tongue. “I need you to be really, really wet. You have to absolutely love every moment of this.
I’m not arguing, but there must be a question in my eyes. He says, “It could be that it’s like your first time, all over again. It has to be out of this world.”
I try to keep wry or cynical thoughts out of my head.
The he looks in my eyes as he lays on top of me and…
It’s lucky I’m so wet. The hot, heavy thickness of him stretches me like he’s going to tear me apart. My legs and eyes and mouth all stretch and my back arches. I feel like I’m blasted up and painted on the ceiling. Like I’m going to die.
He feels like he’s about the size of a baseball bat.
