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“I’m fine now. It’s all in the past, the only thing that has really changed is that I don’t trust people now. I guess with you it’s different. You understand how I feel about taking a life.”
“I’ve seen a lot of fucked up things. This won’t change how I look at you.” He kisses the top of my head softly.
“And how do you look at me now?” I tilt my head up so I kind of see him. I’ve never been with anyone before, but when life gives you lemons and all that shit.
I start by moving my hips slowly in circles, grinding my ass into his lap.
“Are you sure you want to go down this path, Little Disaster?”
“Little Disaster?” I snort and then immediately blush.
“Well isn’t it fitting? You show up out of nowhere in the middle of a tornado, spin us out of control with a touch of your lips, and now you want to ruin me?
You're a disaster, but you’re mine.” His hand slips underneath the same pants I yanked off earlier for him.
His fingertips glide down my hip slowly.
The slowness not only turns me on more, but also makes me want to clench my thighs. “Say yes, Prudence. Tell me yes…”
“Yes,” I moan.
Without hesitation his fingers brush against my clit, teasing me slowly. The lewd sounds coming from us are almost enough to make me come without any other stimulation.
“If we're going to do this, Prudence, then we're going to do this the right way. My way.” Bellamy pulls his hand from my pants and swoops me up into his arms. He takes me down the hallway and kicks the door to his room open.
“What do you mean the right way?” I ask hesitantly.
Oh no, what did I just get myself into? I figured we’d have a little couch sex, something simple.
I’d lose my virginity at the ripe old age of 35, and everything would be fine!
But when I see the ropes attached to the four poster bed, my thoughts go in a completely different direction. “I need to tell you something.”
He sets me down on the bed and grabs one of the ropes. His fingertips brush my wrist gingerly as he waits for what I have to say.
“I uhm… I’ve never done this before.” I mumble shyly.
“What?” He freezes. “You’ve never– Prudence!”
“Are you mad?”
“Of course not. It just changes things a little. But don’t worry, if you still want this, I’ll be gentle.”
“Yes, I still want this. I still want you. You’re the first person that I have actually wanted to do this with.
If I can’t trust the man who saved my life, then I won’t be able to trust anyone.
This might not mean marriage or anything, but I would like to remain yours…
for the time being at least.” Reaching up, I caress his face, stroking his short bread as he stares at me in adoration.
Throwing the rope to the side, he crawls on top of me, kissing my body. Starting from my ribs, he slowly pulls up my t-shirt as he works his way up me. When he kisses the underneath of my boob, I lose it.
“I need you. I don’t need you slowly, I don’t need nice.
I need you like I needed shelter from the tornado.
Take me, make me yours in every sense. Please.
” I’m gasping for air while trying to focus on the way he makes me feel.
My head starts reeling when he strips my clothes off faster than I can comprehend and takes off his pants.
All that's left is two people laid bare on black sheets under stormy skies ready to give themselves to each other.
When he lowers himself down so our bodies are touching, he crinkles his eyes, again checking for acknowledgement. I nod my head, allowing him to continue, and closes my eyes.
“You’re going to feel a little pressure, but I will go slow. Just breathe through it, Little Disaster. You will be fine.”
I try not to hold my breath as he pushes into me. No one warned me that it may look big, but it feels giant when it gets inside.
“Breathe,” he reminds me.
“I’m–” I let out a big breath. “I’m trying. It hurts though.”
“Look at my eyes, Pru. You’re okay. It’s just pressure.
I’m going to walk you through this okay?
” I nod, keeping my focus on his face. “I’m going to push in deeper now, and I want you to exhale when I do, so take a deep breath…
” I inhale through my nose and wait until he starts moving to exhale.
“What a good girl, taking my cock so well. Can you feel how deep I am?”
My eyes threaten to roll back, but I keep my eyes on his.
“Good. Now I’m going to pull out a little bit. How does this feel?”
“Full. I feel full.”
“Relax, feel the fullness, feel how your pussy clenches my cock. Are you ready for me to speed up yet? I want you to be comfortable.”
“Enough talking, I’m ready,” I say breathless.
When I let go of the control that I had left, is when I actually start to feel.
Not feel as in just the way I stretch around him, but I can feel the veins inside me.
I can feel his hot breath on the nape of my neck and he pumps into me.
I can almost taste the sweat in the room as we tangle our bodies together.
As we come to a crescendo, he leans down and kisses me. It’s much more than the kiss inside the storm. This one is a whisper of promise, whispers of dark fantasies come to life, whispers of healing the trauma we’ve been forced to endure.
I orgasm harder than I have by myself. My thighs clench around his hips as we both moan out loud. His hand tangles itself in my hair as he breathes words of affirmation in my ear while I come down from my high.
“You’re a disaster. From the moment I saw you panicking in your car…
Screaming at a stranger to kiss them… Lying limp and pliable in my arms as I ran to my house…
You’re going to change my entire life, my Little Disaster.
You’re going to rip a hole in my reality and suck me into whatever dimension you’re coming from. ”
“Stop talking. Start kissing.”