13. Reaper
Reaper
Fuck! How the hell did I fall asleep? I never sleep for more than a couple of hours.
But I just had the best sleep I’ve had since Blake’s death.
No nightmares. No waking up in cold sweats.
However, if I had just stayed awake, I could’ve slipped out of her room before she woke up, and I wouldn’t be in this predicament now.
Of course, I’m going to make her come. I can’t help myself.
Her scent. Her pleading has all went straight to my cock erasing all common sense from my brain.
The sight of her beautiful skin makes me want to run my blade across it, then lick the small beads of blood from it.
However, I know if I do this, it won’t be the only time. It can’t be. But is she ready for that?
Am I ready for that?
I’m too far in to turn back now. Her body is laid out for me to take. I’m going to make her scream my name over and over again, erasing every negative image of sex from her mind. Erasing that prick forever.
I yank down the little white cotton panties soaked with her arousal, pull them from her body and bring them to my nose.
She gasps when I deeply inhale her scent.
Jesus, she smells so fucking good. It’s going to be hard not to plunge deep inside her.
But she’s not ready for that and I don’t think I am either. At least not yet.
I shove them into the pockets of my gym shorts so I can use them to jack off later.
“Take off your shirt and play with your tits, baby.”
Her eyes widen but she doesn’t hesitate to remove the flimsy tank top, tossing it on the floor. Cupping her breasts, she tweaks the hardened peaks. As I watch her, I can’t help but groan as her eyes drift closed while she runs her hands over her smooth, soft skin.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Keep playing with your nipples. You’re so beautiful, Paris.”
She does as I say, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth. When I slide my shorts off, my erection springs forward and I move closer to her entrance. I’m not going to fuck her today but I can’t help but jack off to the site of her beautiful body laid out before me.
“Open your eyes, Paris.”
Slowly, her eyes open. She watches as my hands slide along my stiff length. Her tongue slides across her lower lip, making me imagine it moving up my shaft instead.
I stop jacking off and position my face between her thighs, then I run my nose along the opening of her wet cunt, breathing in her heavenly scent.
“Jesus. You smell so fucking good.” I open up her folds and take a long, slow lick from her entrance to her clit, before swirling my tongue around her sensitive bud. “Like sin and heaven wrapped into one pretty, perfect, package.”
Her hands lock in my hair as her groans and moans of ecstasy fill the room. The way she responds to my touch, a silent symphony of pleasure, is so intoxicating.
“Logan.” Her hips move against my tongue. “Oh, fuck that feels so good.”
I hum against her moist skin before gently drawing her smooth folds into my mouth.
“Oh damn,” she gasps, pulling my hair tighter.
I tease her clit with my tongue before drawing it into my mouth with a gentle suck. Her legs tremble against my head as she moves her hips against my tongue. I pull back then slide two of my fingers inside her, sliding them in and out as I tease her clit with my thumb.
“That’s it, baby. Ride daddy’s fingers.”
“Oh god.”
Her whimpers and pants echo through my entire body, urging me to push her to give me what I want. She’s almost there. Her movements against my hand become more urgent and forceful as she pulls my fingers in and out of her core.
I tease her swollen clit, sucking and flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves with my tongue some more. I can do this shit all day long. She smells divine and tastes even better. I’m in fucking heaven.
I move my mouth away from her, continuing to move my fingers in and out of her faster and harder.
“You fucked up, sweetheart. This pussy is mine, now Paris. Today I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, but I can’t wait to fill you with my cock and cum.
And when you think you can’t take anymore, I’ll lick you clean, then fill you up again. ”
I dive back in, sucking on her folds, while grinding my dick against the soft fabric of the comforter.
Fuck I want so bad to slip inside of her warm cunt, but I know she’s not ready.
I don’t want to trigger her. I want this to be the start of her being able to decide when she wants sex and who she wants to fuck.
I want to restore the independence she had before Nikita took it all away.
I capture her clit again and suck hard. She pulls at my hair, her fingers digging in.
“Oh god! Oh god!”
I pull away again, stopping her orgasm. She groans. “Logan. Why did you stop?”
Laughing at the agitation in her voice, I lay down beside her. “I’m going to give you what you want baby, but I want you to drown me in your juices. “Ride my face.”
She hesitates, her eyes darting around, and I raise a skeptical eyebrow. “Problem?”
With a worried frown, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
“If you’re not comfortable, it’s fine.” With my thumb, I force her to stop biting her lip, then brush the bruised flesh, feeling the tender skin beneath my thumb. “I’ll eat that perfect cunt anyway you want me too.”
“It’s just…” she says with a brief hesitation in her voice.
“I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, Paris,” I say before she can explain. I assume her apprehension has to do with something that bastard has done. But whatever she wants to do is fine with me. “All this is up to you.”
She nods. “I’d like to try it. I’d like new memories.”
It sounds like she’s trying to convince herself it’ll be okay.
“Are you sure?” I ask, running my hands up and down her arm.
She nods again. “Yes, I’m sure. This is about me, not him.”
“Okay, then. Sit on my face and hold on to the headboard for dear life.”
She straddles my face, gripping the headboard and I grab her thighs, pulling her beautiful, puffy cunt down onto my mouth.
She cries out, and it goes straight to my dick, which is hard as fucking steel. I wish I can feel her mouth on me, but I don’t know if she’s ready for that either. Me licking her cunt is the safest thing to do right now until we explore what, if anything, might trigger her.
I grip my dick with my hand and begin fucking my hand while I eat out the most delicious cunt I’ve had in my entire life. She’s rocking her hips slowly, but the more her juices drown me, the more comfortable she’s becoming.
I pull on my dick harder matching the movements of her hips against my face. I’m so fucking close. Tingling moves from the soles of my feet to the top of my head as she rides my face harder and faster.
“Fuck, Paris. Fuck, I’m gonna come. Come for me baby. Come in daddy’s mouth.”
She twists her body around, bats my hand away, and engulfs my cock with her warm mouth, shocking the hell out of me. She swallows me whole, while continuing to rock her hips against my mouth. I suck her clit into my mouth, nibble it, then suck on it harder.
Her body trembles against my face, she pulls her mouth away from my cock and screams my name as her beautiful cunt floods my mouth with her magnificent nectar.
I replace her mouth with my hand, grasping my cock and using her spit as I move up and down my shaft at a feverish pace. I’m so fucking close. I graze the top of my head a few times and that’s all it takes for my orgasm to take over my entire body.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Ropes of cum land on her body. Then she wraps her warm mouth around my cock and my eyes roll in the back of my head. I lay back and let the sensation of her slick warm mouth wrapped around my cum drenched cock take over me as she cleans every drop from my skin. I thicken quickly in her mouth.
I’ve never recovered this quickly.
“Paris,” I moan, and she hums her response, the sensation moving down my cock over my nuts. “Jesus, baby if you don’t stop, I’m going to come down your throat this time.”
She hums again, never letting up. My cock swells in her mouth.
“Fuck!”
I grip the sheets as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat and she swallows. If we weren’t in the position, I’d make her gag on it. As her hand wraps around the base, she twirls her tongue around my sensitive head sending me over the top.
“Paris,” I moan, as my cock twitches and my body tenses, releasing inside her mouth.
She sucks until I’m completely spent, then licks me clean again.
With a soft sigh of contentment, she pushes herself off me, her weight leaving me, and collapses beside me on the bed.
She has a small smile on her face, but I want to make sure she knows this is more than just us getting each other off.
This is as special to me as it is to her.
This is the first time I’ve actually felt a connection with a woman I’ve slept with since Blake’s death.
“Can I hold you?”
I want to ensure I honor her need for space and whatever boundaries she needs to establish.
She looks at me, a single tear tracing a glistening path down her cheek. I swipe it away with my thumb, before caressing the soft skin of her cheek.
“I would love that.”
I don’t hesitate and pull her into my arms, feeling the warmth of her body against mine as she snuggles close to me. “Thank you,” she whispers, the words a faint breath against my slick skin.
I gently kiss the top of her head, and a soft, contented sigh like a gentle breeze, escapes her lips.
We don’t say anything to one another, the only sound is the ticking of the clock on the wall, echoing in the quiet room.
We’ve crossed a line today, and the weight of our actions settles heavily on our shoulders.
Well at least it weighs heavily on mine.
Whether either one of us is ready for what comes with crossing that line is still up for debate.