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She pauses when she’s done, sitting there like she doesn’t know what to do with the fact that I didn’t stop her. Her expression shifts as if she expected resistance and found none from me. I see it so I reach for her hand slowly, and bring it to my chest. Right over my heart.

“Here,” I murmur. Her fingers tense slightly against my scarred skin. I just press her hand a little more firmly there. “I told you,” I breathe, lifting her hand, still holding it, and pressing my lips to her knuckles.

My breath catches there, because I can feel how close she is, how present she is, how much I’m not pulling away. Only then do I guide her hand back to my chest. “Only you,” I whisper, voice rougher now, “can touch me like this.”

And when I kiss her again, it’s close, breath breaking. Her name slipped out of me in a pathetic sound. Whimpering Mireya as though she’s the only thing keeping me anchored to my own body.

Does she know this is also healing me?

My tongue finds hers and sucks on it, intoxicating myself with her very own essence. I bite her bottom lip and trace my tongue all over her jaw before giving her neck the same treatment.

I can’t have enough of her. Not when I push myself on top of her, her nails gripping my shoulders so violently it hurts. Not when I grind against her as her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me deeper. She’s making all kinds of noises while I suck on her neck, bite on it, leaving marks only I can see, only I can touch.

All warm, all soft, beautifully ruined by me and as I look at her, I’ve never felt prouder.

“Wrap your legs tighter, Mireya. Make me fucking come in my pants,” I breathe against her neck as she tilts her head to give me more room on her skin. Fuck me.

“Go harder, please,” she asks in that sweet raspy voice of hers.

I give in, I move faster, pants still on, rubbing against her harder, my hands tightening around her ass as I pull her closer.

The only sounds emanating from the room are her soft cries, which I capture directly in my mouth, along with those of this raw and wet kiss. Her hands move across my shoulders, my back, my neck, exploring and claiming, nails scratching the skin.

“Lift your hips for me, Reya. Use me.”

With each movement, her soft cunt wets my pants as she pushes herself impossibly closer to the hardness there. Her back naturally arches as I play with her nipple, biting and sucking on it, following the pitch of her little cries. I look up and see her completely at my mercy.

She looks like she wants more, like she needs more.

I let go of her nipple, breathing harder and faster, feeling my dick begging for her to take it, as I trace the line down the middle of her chest to her neck with my tongue.

“Undo my belt.”

She opens her eyes, her mouth falls open. I take it as an invitation and place my thumb there. With careful hands she follows the instructions, and I lower the only thing that was preventing me to lose entirely control over this situation.

“Take it with your hand, Reya,” I whisper, pushing her further into the bed. “Make me proud.”

At first she hesitates, unsure of herself. I guide her gently, my hand finding hers until our fingers intertwine. Slowly that uncertainty leaves her, replaced by confidence. Her soft fingers wrap around the length of my dick and I watch her realize the effect she has on me when my stomach tightens at the contact. The pride in her expression, as if for once, she’s understanding how weak I turn when she’s the one taking control.

She moves her hands back and forth, from the tip to the base of it, stroking me with urgency. I don't want to miss a single second of this show. She doesn't break eye contact, she looks at me straight in the eyes as she continues.

I need her to come first, to smile more.

I need to hear her say it. That she’s ready. That there’s no coming back after this.

“Mireya, do you trust me?”

She nods, cheeks red, eyes bright. “I do.”

I take both of her hands, guiding them above her head, my fingers closing around her wrists. With my other hand, I trace a slow path along her skin, until it lands on her pussy, all wet for me. Her head sinks a little further into the mattress and her eyes fall closed.

“Then you’ll have to look at me,” I whisper. “I love your eyes, open them for me.”

I caress her, focusing on her reaction as I play with her clit. I watch as her back arches even more when I pinch it and slap it. Soft tortured little breaths escape her lips and it makes me want to do more, want to give her every sensation she never felt before with anyone else.

I stroke and rub two fingers there, watching her as I see that she’s climaxing, and just when I see that her breathing is getting louder, I remove my fingers from her clit and push them back inside in a brutal thrust.

“Wait…fuck,” she cries in a broken voice.