I needed her to help me forget the slaps and punches I’d taken and learn that kisses and gentle touches also existed.
I needed her to exorcise my demons and draw me into her light.
I needed her to help me forget the woman who had consumed me and to collect the pile of ash I had become.
I needed her to help me forget the scars on my body and her kisses to soothe the hurt from them.
I needed her to help stop dying every day and perhaps come back to life, little by little.
I needed her because I had left my heart with her.
Even though it was broken, even though it was a defective old clunker, rotten and in pieces.
Even though it was soiled.
I had left it with her anyway.
Because I wanted it to be hers.
Maybe it always had been.
In the midst of this utter confusion, I confessed something impossible to her. “I’m yours,” I whispered, incapable of controlling myself. Then I bent to kiss her. I was frenzied; I wasn’t myself, and I could no longer hold back what I felt inside.
I wasn’t going to talk about feelings with Selene. I wasn’t going to change my ideas about love, but she knew me, she accepted me, and…and she’d been doing it for a while.
I knew perfectly well that I’d acted like a real bastard. If Selene had the guts to seek me out even after hearing about all the things that were wrong with me, after being threatened by a murderous hacker because of me, then she deserved to truly be with me.
At least until I left for Chicago, which I was going to tell her about very soon.
Once she was nude and free of any encumbering clothing, I quit kissing her and just looked her all over. That perfectly proportioned body that made me feel like I’d just shotgunned a bottle of whiskey. Those small, firm breasts—just the way I liked them—rising and falling with each breath. Her lean torso, dotted with the occasional beauty mark, and her soft pubis, where I lingered hungrily.
She blushed even though I’d already done everything to her and knew her every curve by heart.
Then, I gave her a wicked smile as I prepared to devour her whole.
I went back to kissing her, insinuating my hips between her thighs. She moved underneath me, eager to have me. She caressed my biceps and my back, trailing down my pecs, and she deepened the kiss, moving her tongue forcefully against mine. She was just as aroused as I was. I proved that to her,rubbing my erection between her outer lips, which I could feel were already wet and ready to envelop me.
“The way you smell…” she observed, sliding her mouth along my jaw. She bit me gently before sucking on the curve of my throat, making me moan slightly. I didn’t like to waste time on fumbling juvenile foreplay, but Babygirl enjoyed it and I could be patient.
I looked into her ocean eyes, gleaming with arousal, as I propped myself up on my elbows on either side of her head. Her auburn hair spread out across the pillow, and her cheeks grew redder and redder.
With a tentative smile, she began to trace my pecs with her tongue, embarrassed, even now, by her desire. In a brief moment of clarity, I thought that perhaps I shouldn’t fuck her after all. I wasn’t gentle, and I wouldn’t take it easy on her this time either.
“Selene…” My breath caught as I felt her hot, wet tongue laving my collarbone. “I’m too wound up today…” I whispered apprehensively, though the uncertainty in my voice was belied by the throbbing between my legs. “I don’t want to hurt you…” And I couldn’t figure out what was holding me back. I typically never cared to explain myself, and I didn’t try to have a chat before fucking, didn’t feel the need to forge an emotional connection…but, with her, it was different.
I didn’t want to just use her as an object. I didn’t want to vent my frustration on my body anymore.
“You never hurt me. Never. All you have to be is yourself. That’s how I like you.” Selene groped my abs gleefully. Then she moved on to my hips and ass. She palmed it and ground herself against me, like she wanted to trap me in her enchanted world.
“I want to feel you, Neil. Give me all of you. I won’t share you with anyone,” she said sensually, trying to cast her spell like the deadly fairy that she was. Her tongue drew a burning line down my neck, sending jolts of electricity all through me.
I closed my eyes, trying to get a grip.
Her mouth was everywhere.
Her hands were everywhere.
Her breath was everywhere.
