“Fuck, Pretty girl,” I groan again.
Between the two of us, we get her panties and my boxers off, her shirt still firmly in place. I pull her leg over my hip, sliding my hand between her thighs. I circle her clit gently, and her hips buck. Rubbing her clit in slow circles, her eyes locked on mine, both breathing heavily. Dipping my fingers into her pussy, I drag her wetness to her clit, adding more pressure.
“Oh,” she breathes, rotating her hips in time with my fingers. “Gage.”
I lean down and suck her nipple through her thin t-shirt, knowing how sensitive her nipples are. Her breathing gets erratic, and I glance into her eyes, her nipple still in my mouth. Her eyes are latched onto my face, her eyelids starting to flutter.
I let her nipple go. “Come for me, Pretty girl. I want to make sure you’re ready for me.”
Her eyes immediately fill with tears, and I hesitate. “Please don’t stop,” she begs. “Please.” I can tell she’s waging some war within herself. She doesn’t look afraid of anything happening, so I take her at her word.
Circling her clit fast, I watch her face closely for discomfort; I pinch lightly when I don’t find any.
“Gage,” she moans loudly, shattering for me. Damn. I missed that. I missed everything about her. The way she feels. The way she smells. The way she tastes. The way she sounds. Everything.
I bring her back down from her release, still slowly rubbing her clit. She starts bucking her hips to rub her pussy against my cock, and I know she’s ready. “You still okay?” She nods frantically, so I grab my cock at the base and notch it at her entrance. I slide forward and almost lose it right there.
“Oh fuck,” I choke out. I forgot how hot and wet she could get. Her moan mixes with my groan at the long, slow slide inside her. When I’m fully seated, I stop to make sure she’s still good. Her eyes are closed, and I can’t have that. “Let me see your eyes,” I tell her, causing them to flutter back open, and I’m struck by the raw honesty in them. There is so much emotion floating in those blue orbs, and she’s not trying to hide any of it.
I slowly move in and out of her pussy; it clutches around me whenever I try to pull out, trying to hold me in.
“Gage,” she moans, clutching me closer to her. I start to roll her onto her back, and I see panic flair in her eyes, so I stop moving altogether.
“Talk to me, Pretty girl.”
“Not my back. I can’t…” she whispers; she shoves at my shoulder until I roll us, so she’s on top.
I throw all the negative thoughts from my mind and grip her hips. I want to take anything bad that happened to her away, replacing it with only thoughts of me, thoughts of us. Gazing into my eyes, I can see the real Les poking through, the one who takes what she wants. She’s buried deep, but she’s still there.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, sitting up, so we’re chest to chest, wrapping my arms around her.
She wraps her arms around my neck, rocking and rotating her hips. Her eyes latch onto mine again, and I can’t look away. She’s showing me how much she still trusts me by giving me her body for the first time since everything happened to her,trusting me to take care of her. I don’t know what I did to deserve the honor, but I’m not going to take it for granted.
We move in that sensual dance until we’re both covered in sweat, breathing heavily, not wanting this moment to end. Her hips start moving faster, and I know she’s about to come; I’m not going to be far behind.
I pull her head down until her forehead is resting against mine. “I love you,” I whisper, and her whole body shivers.
“I love you too,” she whispers back. I feel her clench around me, and she moans, deep and throaty, finally letting herself go. Like she just needed to hear those words before she could.
“Pretty girl,” I groan, emptying myself into her. My release feels like it lasts forever, causing my whole body to tingle.
She relaxes against me, softly kissing my lips. I lay back and roll over, still buried inside of her. I arrange her head on my chest, so she’s more comfortable. Wrapping both arms around her, she snuggles in closer, letting out a contented sigh.
I didn’t know how much I needed this until this moment. All the anger and guilt I feel fade into the background, just a low hum.
It doesn’t take long before her breathing evens out, signaling she fell asleep. I know she needs to clean up, but I don’t have the heart to wake her for a bath. Slowly and carefully pulling my arm from under her, I go to the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth. I pad softly back to the bed and gently clean between her legs. Tossing the cloth back into the bathroom, I gather her back in my arms.
I just hope this helps her sleep better.
“NO! Please stop!”
Les’ screams wake me from a dead sleep. She’s still wrapped in my arms, but she’s thrashing around.
“Pretty girl, wake up,” I say, smoothing my hand down her arm.
“No! He can’t be dead!”
“Les. Wake up,” I say more forcefully, pulling her hands away from her hair where she’s pulling at it.
