"Are you going to—" Sarah's breath hitches with her shyness, and I shush her even further by pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before deepening it firmly, until she's whimpering against me and squirming in my hands. I pull away, giving her bottom lip a little lick as I do so.
"No, baby," I croon. Picking her up, I place her down gently on the edge of the bed before stepping back to pull my pants and shirt off, leaving my briefs on, and then crawl under the silky sheets behind her. My voice deepens as I address her. "I'm not going to make love to you tonight because you don'tneedme to make love with you. What you need and want is intimacy."
My heart pounds, excited at the prospect of us bonding this way.
"I do?" she asks breathlessly. Her eyes go almost half-lidded as she settles deeper into the pillows. Rubbing a hand down her hair, I smooth it off her shoulder to lie on the satin.
I raise a brow and lower my voice. "You don't trust me?"
She holds her breath for a few seconds."I do."It comes out confident. Sarah watches me warily. She's got a slight flush on her face, and her chest rises and falls slowly with her breathing. "But Ireallywant to have sex with you," she whispers so quietly that I almost don't hear her.
"Hm-hm," I hum, now running my hand down the length of her arm. "And I want to have sex with you too, but you don'tneedsex, though. You just want to feel close, and I can provide that."
She nods, exhaling deeply. "I think you can, too."
A smile tips my lips."Do you, now?"I tease.
"Well…" a cute grin tips the corner of her mouth, "you've been close this entire time."
She's not incorrect. The silence settles around us as we just lay there for a minute. I'm busy stroking my fingers down her cheek when I feel her head turn towards me in the darkness.
"Alex?" she says hesitantly.
I love the way she says my name. It's so intimate falling from her lips that it affects me almost like I've never heard it before. Like she personally chose it for me, cradled it within the palm of her hand, and offered it to me. Like she offered me back to myself.
"Yes, sweetness?"
"Can you…c-can…"
Hearing her hesitancy, I lift up on an elbow and prop my head on my hand. "What is it?" I ask softly. At her silence, my fingers move to her lips, and my thumb smoothes across her bottom lip. "You can ask me anything."
"Can you take my bra off and….and rub my back please?" Her voice is so small as she trails off.
My heart damn near pounds out of my chest, enthralled at the gift she's just given me. "Come here." Moving closer, I slide my arms around her and unsnap her bra.
Though the covers aren't pulled over us, it doesn't matter. It's dark in here; there's not enough light to see her nipples, but Icansee the round outline of her breasts, and I feel my cock jerk before thickening the most it's ever done that I can recall.
Placing my temple against hers, I give us a minute to relax into each other like this before I work to pull her closer to me.
I tense at the feel of her erect nipples pressing into my chest before her softness settles against me, and let me tell you, it's the best thing I've ever felt in my entire life.
As my fingers press into her back, I gentle my touch, knowing I'm touching the fading bruises that still grace her flesh. She wanted me to make love to her… but this? This is miles more intimate than me putting my cock into her, and I am so grateful that she's gifted me with her trust.
So I decide to give her a gift of my own. I keep my voice low, within the confines of our little bubble.
"I oftentimes wonder if the nights he was doing this to you were the same nights that I cried myself to sleep." I pause for a minute as my fingers stroke her repeatedly, going slow. In the darkness her head tilts slightly, letting me know she's trying to find my eyes. Her fingers tighten on my shoulders, grounding me. "My life had been hell the last few months, and I couldn't figure out why. For some reason, I kept spiraling andspiraling. Becoming more agitated and closed off. Now I know. My soul was responding to you, baby. It was you all along."
Pressing my hand into the middle of her shoulder blades, I give her a long stroke down the entirety of her back, keeping my touch light, aware that I'm touching a part of her that'd so far been closed off. The spot on her body where that fucker took his anger out on her. The fact that she's allowing me to touch her here says so much more to me than her ever letting me have access to her breasts or her pussy.
This is it…what I've been searching so long for. Finally.
Thisis love.
I press my lips to hers, kissing her softly, slowly. Our bellies rub together, and our thighs touch as she works to maneuver closer. Her foot meets mine, then presses, dragging its way up my calf, and then my thigh, before settling around my hip.
"Make love to me."
She gasps as I seal my mouth around hers, stealing her words. "I am."
