Page 89 of Painted Truths

Still seated within her warmth, I lean over to palm her cheek as she nuzzles her face to press a soft kiss to my palm. Then, stretching higher, I press a kiss of utter adoration to her flushed forehead before gently and reluctantly leaving her body’s sanctuary.

She releases a hiss as she screws her eyes shut at the discomfort.

“Ooh. That stings.”

“I got you, baby.”

Jumping up, I run to the ensuite, flicking on the light in there as I go. I glance at my dishevelled self in the oversized mirror as I let the hot water run for a moment. My eyes can’t help straying down to my softening cock covered with our combined releases and Liv’s virginal blood, and I am mildly disgusted at the entirely too fucking smug grin I can’t wipe off my stupid face.

Quickly washing the evidence of our coming together before dousing a small towel with warm water, I squeeze the excess and hurry back to find Liv turned onto her stomach, perfectly peachy ass on display, raptly watching my every move.

“Don’t think I didn’t see your self-satisfied smirk over there, McHottie, because I totally did.”

Despite the sleepy tone in her voice, she raises a perfect eyebrow. Then, planting her tongue firmly in her flushed cheek, she giggles quietly at my grimace of apology before wincing in obvious pain.

Laying my hand on her hip, I urge her to flip over as I say, “Come on, baby. Let me take care of you.”

Her dimpled smile sets my heart racing as she does what I’ve asked of her, allowing me access to her overwhelmed folds. The ensuite light shows me her red, swollen pussy, her slender thighs streaked with her innocence, as a wave of remorse washes over me.

Brow furrowed, nostrils flaring, and chest vibrating, I feel like the piece of shit that I so obviously fucking am.

“Don’t you dare do that.”

“What?” Our eyes meet, mine pained, but hers are blissfully happy, marred with an edge of annoyance at my apparent discomfort.

“Don’t you dare take this away from me. I wanted this. I wanted it just like this. Just me and you and nothing between us. No other people. No doubts. No expectations. No condoms. Just us.”

“I’m clean, I swear. I’m—”

“I know,” she cuts me off. “You wouldn’t have touched me without protection if you even suspected otherwise. And I know that because I know you, Henry. The real you—the one you showed to me the night we met.”

My eyebrows draw together at the realisation that she’s right. Whatever it is between us, I’ve known from the start that I could be who I want to be with her—not who I’m supposed to be.

She smiles as she sees my thoughts play out across my face. “I felt it then. I’ve felt it every day since… and I feel it now.”

She rests her hand on mine, pulling herself into a seated position before she says, “It was so perfect. You were perfect, Henry.”

The purity shining from her deep blue eyes almost cleanses me of my selfish actions while sending a muted thrill of unbridled elation through me. Her words validate all my years of oppressed feelings, allowing me to unleash everything from my freshly unrestrained heart.

“Peach. I… I…” My voice falls away hoarsely.

Words fail me.

Words never fail me.

Placing a soft kiss on my jaw before looking up at me with eyes that sparkle, I find myself entirely at the mercy of this small, celestial being as she moves to take the rapidly cooling towel from between my hands.

As if her movement rouses me from my stupor, I stop her and place a hand lightly between her breasts to push her onto her back delicately, exposing her flooded core to my eyes.

“Please, baby, let me soothe you.”

Letting her knees fall to the mattress, giving me unrestricted access to her razed body, I bring the towel up and softly wipe it through her tender folds, taking special care of her red, puffy clit.

The sight of my cum mixed with her own pleasure dripping out of her freshly fucked pussy while I cleanse her of our coupling has my cock twitching against my thigh. But before she can catch sight of my arousal, I throw the towel to the floor, and in one fluid move, lie down on the bed, gathering her close with her back to my front.

We stay there for several long minutes, just breathing each other in. Inhaling the other’s very existence.

I don’t recall ever feeling so present. Ever being so present with another human being, other than my mother, which was so long ago now, the memories don’t even feel real.