Chapter Love and Intimacy #2
I bury my fingers in his hair with a sharp cry.
Keaton buries his face in my pussy with a hungry moan. He eats me until I’m a desperate, writhing mess and begging him for release.
His tongue teases my tiny bud before drifting down and plunging it into me.
Over and over, he fucks me with his tongue until my body tightens and my thighs shake.
Then he grabs one of my hands from his hair and guides it to my clit.
His moan when I toy with myself vibrates against me, heightening my pleasure until I’m on the edge.
He wraps both hands back around my thighs, pulling me as close to his face as he can.
I shatter with a loud cry, and he laps up every drop of my release before placing a wet kiss against my thigh and leaning back.
His face glistens as he regards me hungrily.
Keaton pulls me from the table and into his arms, his mouth slamming to mine. We only pull away long enough to lift my dress over my head before they crash back together. His hands massage my tits, fingers teasing my nipples.
I suck his tongue into my mouth, moaning when I taste myself on it.
He brings us to the pallet, the comforter warming my back. My legs wrap around his waist as I grind against him.
Keaton pulls away, his hands dropping to the button of his jeans.
Then it happens.
His pretty pierced dick pops free as his jeans hang partially off his hips.
A sudden chill sweeps through me, freezing me in place as numbness washes over me.
Old memories batter at my defenses, my body trembling as I fight to keep them at bay.
I squeeze my eyes shut, letting the tears fall unchecked.
Then the gentle warmth of his hands is on my face, his thumbs brushing them away. His lips caress my face, whispering, “I’m sorry” repeatedly after each soft kiss.
The weight of remorse in his voice cuts through the fog of my memories.
Shivers still wrack my body, but the numbness fades as the weight of the comforter settles around me.
“I’m right here, Charlie. Together. I’m here. I’m sorry. You’re strong. You’re beautiful. You’re worthy of anything you desire. I love you so much. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. You’re in control.”
Keaton’s steady stream of affirmations guides me through one of my hardest triggers yet.
My hand shakes as I lift it to his face. He leans into my touch, unashamed of the tears that travel down his cheeks.
“This was too much. I’m sorry, butterfly.”
I shake my head. “No. Stop. Keaton, it was going to happen our first time, whether it was now or years from now.”
Keaton brushes a kiss to my forehead. “Let me get dressed.”
“No.”
He freezes at my forceful word. “No?”
“No. We’re never going to be okay if we run from the things that trigger me, Keaton. Sex is part of a healthy relationship. I just…” I trial off.
“What do you need, baby?” he asks softly, his fingers drifting through my hair.
“Control. I need to be in control the first time.”
Keaton nods, rolling to his back and spreading his arms. “Then you have it. Whatever you need to make you comfortable. Always, butterfly.”
Reaching under the pillows, I grab the roll of condoms I put under there. As much as I’m ready for this step with Keaton, I’m not ready for it to be without protection.
His eyes latch onto the foil packets, and anguish flashes in his eyes before understanding and acceptance settle on his face.
Then he does the thing that makes me fall for him all over again. He puts me at ease.
“Climb up, beautiful. It seems you have a busy night planned,” he quips with a wink.
I smirk as I place them on his chest so I can pull his jeans off. “Think you have it in you, dragon boy?”
His hands fall to my hips as I straddle him. “Being buried inside the woman who owns me all night? Damn straight, I do, butterfly.”
I roll the condom over his length and hold him at my entrance. “We’ll see.”
We both groan as I slide down slowly.
“Eyes on me, baby. Let me see all that power in them as you own the fuck out of me.” His fingers dig into my thighs hard enough that I’m sure I’ll have bruises tomorrow. “You look so fucking beautiful, taking your place upon your throne, my queen.”
Blood hums in my veins as I bounce, bringing my hips down with a twirl. Our eyes stay glued to one another, both of us needing that connection.
I crave the deep need of a slow ride for our first time.
His whispered words of love and affection fill me with power.
Keaton places his feet on the floor, his knees creating a back rest for me as I rise and fall over him.
“Look at you,” he croons. “You’re so close, baby. Take it. Take everything you need from me. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
I grind my hips against him tighter, putting enough pressure on my clit that lightning zips up my spine.
Then it rushes over me in molten waves.
A pleasure so intense that a keening sound rips from me as I throw my head back and shatter all over him.
He groans, and his cock jerks inside me as he fills the condom. I drop beside him with a happy sigh, closing my eyes as contentment settles inside me.
Keaton moves around beside me. I peek my eyes open to find him tying off the condom before turning back and pulling me into his arms.
The living room is quiet except for our harsh pants.
“I love you, Charlie. And I’m so damn proud of you. You’re strong in a way I’m not sure I’ll ever be.”
“I love you too. I run my fingers through his hair when he buries his face in my neck at my work. “Waking up every day and choosing to be better than the person you were yesterday takes strength. Don’t ever doubt yourself.”
“Thank you for giving me the chance to love you the right way this time. To prove to you that I’m sorry and show you that I’ll never be that person again.”
My eyes are drifting closed when he whispers, “We’re going to be okay.”
“Promise?” I murmur.
“To the depths of my soul,” he promises in a low tone.
My trust in him is being built, piece by shattered piece.
Some days it’s easy, some days it’s not.
But I refuse to let the hard days win. Keaton is no longer the boy who broke me, and I’m no longer the girl who blindly trusted a childhood love.
We’ve grown. We’ve matured. We’ve been through a pain that I wasn’t sure we’d ever recover from.
The boy Keaton once was shattered me, but the man he’s become is piecing me back together.
We’ll never be who we were.
Those people have suffered too much.
But we can be who we are now.
We are two hearts, stitched from the broken remnants of a love that was once too young to bear its own weight.