“Fifteen. My parents were good enough parents. They worked hard, gave me a good life, but they could be absent, you know? Now that I’m an adult I get it, I can’t imagine what it’s like to try and keep yourself afloat while also trying to keep another human happy and alive. I could tell my mom felt guilty that they weren’t always around when I needed them, so they decided we were going to take a two-week road trip and see everything worth seeing out west. We had already done Zion National Park, the Grand Canyon, and Joshua Tree. We were going to spend the rest of our trip in San Diego, but we didn’t make it.”
I rub the soft spot on her collarbone not knowing what to say. To be honest I’ve never faced much adversity in my life and I don’t know what you say in these situations.
“It was a good trip. The best. I’m glad I had those last memories, even if I was a moody teenager and was calling my mom by her first name to spite her. But it’s because we were having such a good trip that I was in the middle seat, chatting away to my parents. Glass was embedded in my collarbone. My parents died on impact and thankfully I was unconscious during the rescue. I woke up to my Aunt Helene, who I rarely saw, telling me my parents were gone, and that I was coming to stay with her.”
I rub her skin, trying to think of the right words to say. How do I express that I think she’s wonderful, smart, and so fucking strong without coming across as a simpering fan boy?
“You don’t have to say anything. I know it’s not the easiest thing to respond to. I don’t need condolences or pity, I just wanted to tell you the truth.”
“The last thing I feel for you is pity, Kate,” I reply, leaning forward. I kiss her scar again, letting my actions speak for me, because clearly I suck at words. These scars are a part of her that deserve tenderness. Maybe that’s Kate in a nutshell, someone who needs to be shown that she can be both soft and strong. Either way, I have no issue telling her with my body how I feel about her. Words? If I even tried to string together the words I was feeling, it would probably haunt me with embarrassment forever.
“You’re too sweet for your own good, you know?” she says.
I’m smiling, but who knows if she can see it? “How bad is your vision, anyway?” I ask.
“You’re very blurry.”
“Mmm. Then just lie back and close your eyes,” I say, as I shift further down the bed, lifting the hem of my shirt that covers her body and I kiss up her soft thighs toward her core. If she has any issues with me going down on her first thing in the morning or after she confided in me, she doesn’t let it be known as she tangles her fingers in my hair and holds my head right where she wants me.
It’s different from the other times we’ve been together, yet it’s still the same. We both know Kate is in control of what happens here, that I want to please her…no, that I need to please her.
She has no qualms about taking her pleasure either; it’s so fucking sexy the way she grinds her pussy on my face and moves me where she wants me.
“A little harder,” she says on a pant, and I do just that, sucking slightly harder on her clit. “Fingers too.”
I eagerly comply, and I’m a happier man for it as she whispers out, “Good boy.” The phrase has my cock weeping. I’m achingly hard.
“Touch yourself. It’s just a shame I can’t fucking see it,” she groans.
I smile against her cunt, wrapping my fist around my length as I stroke myself while devouring her.
It’s not going to take me long to come, not as she holds my hair, or her flavor drips into my mouth. I’m a goner as her thighs press against the side of my face, my tongue working overtime to please her.
“Stop touching yourself,” she pants out and I groan against her pussy, not slowing my tongue or fingers for a single moment. “Make me come on your face and I-I’ll make it good for you,” she stutters her words as her back arches off the bed.
Her thighs are shaking and her grip in my hair is tight as she lets out the softest moan, her eyes squeezed shut as she shifts her hips up and down against my face, taking what she wants.
I swipe my tongue over her pussy again, and she shivers, lightly tugging on my hair.
“Straddle my stomach,” she whispers, and I do as she asks, holding my weight on my knees, her hand slides between us though, sliding over her pussy.
When she pulls back, she’s cupping my balls, coating them with her warm release.
“Do you want to explore a little?” she asks, her fingers sliding from my sac, and gliding over my taint. Her other hand is slowly stroking my dick and I think I might just combust then and there.
I was nearly ready to come when I was eating her out. Now that she’s underneath me, eyes heavy-lidded with desire and she wants to please me? I’m going to be a fucking goner.
“Whatever you want to do to me, sweet Kate,” I say and she smiles.
Her hair is still a mess from the way she slept as she slides her fingers a little further, sliding easily with her wetness.
“Is this okay?” she asks, rimming her finger around my asshole as she slowly jerks me off.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s more than okay,” I say, just staring down at her, knowing I’d let her do whatever she wants to me.
“Are you going to come if I push a little further?” she asks. “Are you going to come all over my tits the second I slide into you?”
“Probably,” I say, admitting defeat. Even as I tower over her at this moment, I’m the one wrapped around her finger.
