“I’ve never needed anyone the way I need you right now, Arlo.’’
“You’re not ready for this.’’
Her eyes snap to mine. “You don’t get to decide that. I need you to make me forget all of the bullshit that my life is, even if it’s for a while only.’’
“Are you sure?”
Blair nods, determination written all over her face. “Yes.’’
“All you have to do is say stop and I’ll stop. I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to.’’
“I know.’’
My body warms at the sincerity in her words. I lean down, kissing her as she pushes back my shirt. I help her get it off, tossing it to the floor, somewhere in the corner of the room, forgotten. Her hands roam my chest, and my heart picks up the pace.
Goosebumps tug on my skin, shivers run down my spine at her soft touches. Her cold hands are a stark contrast to my hot skin, and it makes me moan softly into the kiss. My hands reach for her hips, stroking them with my thumbs.
Blair shivers under my touch, and without breaking eye contact, I push her legs further apart. Slowly, I pull her sweatpants down, letting them fall to the floor. Goosebumps rise on her thighs, and a small smirk tugs on the corner of my lips.
I lie between her legs, slowly stroking her over the thin material of her underwear. Her eyes don’t leave mine, and she sucks in a sharp intake of breath, yet her legs still part further for me.
Her hands find their way into my hair, fingers locking into the strands. She grips it tightly, a flash of fear appearing on her face. I move my finger immediately, stroking the side of her thigh instead.
“Hey, butterfly,’’ I speak, keeping my voice soft and steady. “Are you okay?”
She shudders, nodding stiffly. “It’s just… I’ve never done this willingly.’’
“Do you want me to stop?’’
Immediately, she shakes her head. “No. I just don’t knowwhat I’m supposed to be doing.’’
“You’re supposed to let me take care of you. So, lie back, relax, and let me make you feel good. You know I’ll stop anytime.”
“I know,” she whispers.
Slowly, I hook my fingers on the hem of her underwear, pulling them down her legs. Her cheeks flush, the rosy color deepening her complexion. My fingers are itching to touch her, and before I can stop them, they move to her most sensitive spot.
My movements are slow, deliberate, and gentle. Her eyes flutter closed, and the wetness on my fingers makes me groan. Without hesitation, I dip my head down, connecting my lips with her pussy.
Blair’s loud moans fill the room, and my heart swells with pride. I close my eyes, savoring the sweet taste of my butterfly. The moans that slip my lips are loud, and for a moment, I’m thankful no one else is at home.
Her juices drip down my chin, my tongue flicking over her clit. It’s already swollen, and I pull it between my lips, sucking on it greedily. Blair’s hands strengthen around my hair, pulling the locks back a little.
The sounds of pleasure that leave her lips serve as the biggest ego boost. The soft sound reaches my ears, my cock hard as a rock in my pants. My underwear gets coated in my precum, and the most embarrassing thing could potentially happen.
“Arlo,” Blair moans, and that fuels the primal need inside me to make her feel good. “Please.”
I pull back slightly. “You don’t have to beg, butterfly. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”
Her eyes are glossy with desire, filled with need. My heart skips a beat, and for a couple of moments, I stay silent, unmoving. I just observe the beautiful woman in front of me. The woman who has suffered through so much and who trusts me that much to let me touch her in ways that no one else has ever touched herconsensually.
Without another word, I kiss her pussy, feeling her shiver underneath me. My tongue dives in, lapping up all her juices, my hands gripping her thighs and pushing them further apart.
My tongue darts inside her, feeling her walls clench around it. A deep, animalistic growl comes from the depth of my chest, and the pleasure starts building in the pit of my stomach.
Unexpectedly, Blair pushes my face further into her pussy, wrapping her legs around my neck. That alone nearly makes me come in my pants, but I manage to stop it from happening, though barely.
“More,” she demands, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
