Agile fingers spread me open, and his tongue laps at the arousal that’s already leaked from me. He groans, the fingers still wrapped around my thigh, tightening. His tongue feathers against my clit a few times before he sucks it into his mouth.
I bury my fingers in his hair with a sharp cry.
Keaton buries his face in my pussy with a hungry moan. He eats me until I’m a desperate, writhing mess and begging him for release.
His tongue teases my tiny bud before drifting down and plunging it into me.
Over and over, he fucks me with his tongue until my body tightens and my thighs shake. Then he grabs one of my hands from his hair and guides it to my clit. His moan when I toy with myself vibrates against me, heightening my pleasure until I’m on the edge. He wraps both hands back around my thighs, pulling me as close to his face as he can.
I shatter with a loud cry, and he laps up every drop of my release before placing a wet kiss against my thigh and leaning back.
His face glistens as he regards me hungrily.
Keaton pulls me from the table and into his arms, his mouth slamming to mine. We only pull away long enough to lift my dress over my head before they crash back together. His hands massage my tits, fingers teasing my nipples.
I suck his tongue into my mouth, moaning when I taste myself on it.
He brings us to the pallet, the comforter warming my back. My legs wrap around his waist as I grind against him.
Keaton pulls away, his hands dropping to the button of his jeans.
Then it happens.
His pretty pierced dick pops free as his jeans hang partially off his hips.
A sudden chill sweeps through me, freezing me in place as numbness washes over me.
Old memories batter at my defenses, my body trembling as I fight to keep them at bay.
I squeeze my eyes shut, letting the tears fall unchecked.
Then the gentle warmth of his hands is on my face, his thumbs brushing them away. His lips caress my face, whispering, “I’m sorry” repeatedly after each soft kiss.
The weight of remorse in his voice cuts through the fog of my memories.
Shivers still wrack my body, but the numbness fades as the weight of the comforter settles around me.
“I’m right here, Charlie. Together. I’m here. I’m sorry. You’re strong. You’re beautiful. You’re worthy of anything you desire. I love you so much. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. You’re in control.”
Keaton’s steady stream of affirmations guides me through one of my hardest triggers yet.
My hand shakes as I lift it to his face. He leans into my touch, unashamed of the tears that travel down his cheeks.
“This was too much. I’m sorry, butterfly.”
I shake my head. “No. Stop. Keaton, it was going to happen our first time, whether it was now or years from now.”
Keaton brushes a kiss to my forehead. “Let me get dressed.”
“No.”
He freezes at my forceful word. “No?”
“No. We’re never going to be okay if we run from the things that trigger me, Keaton. Sex is part of a healthy relationship. I just…” I trial off.
“What do you need, baby?” he asks softly, his fingers drifting through my hair.
“Control. I need to be in control the first time.”
