“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”
Her soft hands found my back and neck, pulling me deeper into her. I breathed her in deeply, grateful she was here with me. Her fingers on my skin caused fire to break out under her touch.
“You couldn’t and that’s okay.” Her voice rumbled over my skin.
Grabbing her hands from my body, I interlaced my fingers with hers and pushed them above her head.
“Give yourself to me tonight, Gracie.”
She nodded, but I saw the fear in her pleading eyes.
“I will be gentle, babe, I would never hurt you.” I watched as her eyes glazed over and fluttered shut.
When they opened again, desire was burning in them.
I crawled off her, hobbled to the door and engaged the button lock, cocooning us in the room. A room filled with lust and the need to feel. My fingers flicked open the towel, allowing it to fall at my feet.
Gracie sucked in a sharp breath when my nakedness was revealed. Her pretty mouth formed an O as her eyes zeroed in on my long, thick, hard dick which stood erect and ready against my belly. It flinched beneath her gaze, ready to explode. Pre-cum coated the tip, smearing on the muscles of my abdomen.
“Don’t worry, babe, you can take all of me.”
Her eyes lifted to mine; I saw the fear in them.
“I’ve got you, trust me.”
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip nervously, causing me to bite down on my own.
I ran my hand over my length, stroking and stretching it out further before palming my balls. Pleasure and need surged through me.
As I climbed onto the bed, her hands reached for me, taking over the caressing of my dick.
I ran my fingers down the side of her face, the pad of my thumb lightly brushed her cheek, being careful of the angry bruising. My blood heats with anger at what her asshole husband has done to her.
I slammed my eyes shut, not allowing thoughts of him to cause me to lose control. I concentrated on her hands, the back and forth sliding and pulling along my length, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm.
Not trusting my cock, I straddled her body and gained control of the moment. She wrapped her arms around my neck, we fit together perfectly. It was as if she was made for me, but I’d thought that once before.
“I haven’t…. um I haven’t been with anyone since, Ari.” My voice cracked slightly; my eyes bored into hers. “I’m telling you this because you deserve to know.” I lowered my head to hers and kissed the tip of her nose.
“I trust you.” Her breath was warm against my skin, she smelled and tasted like coffee.
Our mouths fused to each other; tongues melded as she teased me through our kiss. I felt her smile against my lips and bit down slightly on her tongue. She opened her thighs for me to slip between her legs. I rocked forward, against her, the denim of her jeans excited my cock.
My lips left hers, I needed to taste her all over. I traced her jaw, her neck, her collarbone with my lips. When I sat back on my haunches, pain washed over me. Sweat broke out instantly and my body protested at the movement.
I was still healing and the pain was tortuous, but pain was just a pre-cursor to the pleasure. I would push through and show her what it was like to be worshipped. No amount of pain would stop me from showing this beauty how much I craved her. Heat licked along my shoulder when the bunching of my muscles pulled on the fresh tissues. Pins and needles started to dance in my calves.
Gracie saw I was in pain and floated butterfly kisses over my body before she lifted, her lips hovering over the repaired shoulder. She kissed the area where a stitch had popped free.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Kaden.” I studied her closely, a finger ran over her jawline.
“Babe, pain can become pleasure. I want to show you how much fire I have burning deep within for you.”
Her lips curved into a delicate grin. Her hands dropped to the hem of her top and she pulled it off over her head. Her hair drifted over her shoulders and black laced breasts.
“Fuck me.” My voice was a primal groan.
She threw the shirt to the floor, leaned back and I watched as she undid the button and zipper of her jeans, her movements painfully slow. Her eyes never left mine. I watched as she slid her hands under the waistband before pushing the jeans over the soft skin of her thighs and legs. When they reached her ankles, she kicked them off, sending them sailing through the air to the floor. My eyes locked on her sheer black panties and I licked my lips in anticipation. I trailed my fingers along her thighs, stopping at the apex, the lace soft under my calloused touch.
