Chapter Twenty-Two #4
“You’re making me come, Sienna, fuck. Pull off now if you don’t want it.
” Sienna takes one last, long pull on my cock and then sits back.
I’m quick to wrap my hand around hers, moving it up and down my length just how I like it.
Her other hand continues to play with her pussy, my eyes locked onto the sight.
That coil spins tighter and tighter, my heart pounding against my chest, pleasure building and building.
I thrust into our hands, once, twice, and then I’m erupting, my orgasm slamming into me hard, stars shooting behind my eyelids.
Cum spurts from my tip, spraying all over my lower abdomen and our hands, her name on my lips as I let go.
Sienna’s eyes never leave mine, her lips barely open, her chest heaving, eyes so glossy and aroused.
I look down at the mess, her soft little hand covered in my cum.
Something snaps inside of me at the sight, and I quickly grab under her arms, flipping our positions and throwing her legs over my shoulders.
“Axel! Whh-what? Ohhhh, god!” she yells as my tongue pierces through her wet cunt, fucking her.
“Yessssss.” Fuck, I love her taste. I eat her like I’m starving, like I didn’t just have her coming on my tongue moments ago.
It takes her no time at all before she’s arching her back, her legs shaking around my head.
I lick her through her orgasm, wanting to pull every ounce of pleasure from her sweet, perfect body.
“Oh, god, no more. Please, Axel!” Sienna begs as she pushes my head back with her clean hand.
I take one last languid lick up her center, gathering up her cum and swallowing it down.
Then I sit back on my heels, looking at the spent, beautiful woman lying on her back, melting into my bed, arm slung over her eyes.
I’ve never had a woman here before, not like this, not ever.
Sienna is the first, and she’ll be the last.
“Axel?” she says without moving.
“Yeah, baby girl?”
“I’m kinda freaking out. I don’t know why I liked that as much as I did.
” She doesn’t need to elaborate more for me to know exactly what she’s talking about.
I stand up, lying down next to her, and pulling her flush against me.
It’s intimate, but as my hand slides up and down her T-shirt-covered body, I wish we were both completely naked.
I want to lie with her like this, hold her close, let her feel exactly what she’s doing to me, how she’s changing me.
This started with me wanting to help Sienna, but she’s leaving her mark on me, too.
“You don’t need to dissect why you enjoy something, as long as it’s safe and consensual.”
“I never thought I would enjoy all of this. I definitely never imagined myself on my knees in front of a man. I never thought it would be possible for me to want that,” she confesses.
I can relate; a lot of shit I thought was impossible and were hard lines for me went out the window the day this woman walked in.
“I’m here to help you process it however you need to.
I enjoy taking care of you, helping you, keeping you safe, making you feel good, and that extends to your emotional and mental state.
I’m not going to pretend to understand what this is like for you, but I’m not going anywhere.
I do know there’s nothing to be ashamed of.
Sexual desire, human contact, it’s biological. ”
“After everything I went through, I feel like I should want power, and enjoying that as much as I did makes me feel . . . I don’t even know how to explain it. Confused, at a minimum.”
I roll her over onto her back, sitting up to lean over her body, my hand cradling the side of her face. “You feel like being on your knees and giving me oral sex is submission and weakness. Is that close?”
“Yeah. I feel like I should want the opposite of that.”
“It only looks like submission from the outside, baby girl. You are choosing to do that. You’re owning your desire.
It’s not weakness, Sienna, it’s power. You asked for it, you took it.
It’s trusting me enough to surrender to have exactly what you want.
Before you ever let me touch you, you knew you were safe with me.
You’re embracing what you want, even if it’s just in the moment, even if you want to try a million things until you learn what you like and what you don’t.
It’s so fucking sexy, because every single time, it’s you taking back your power, your autonomy.
How’d it feel on your knees for me? Did you feel weak? ”
“Not at all,” she answers confidently. “The opposite.” That’s my girl.
“See? Power. You hold it all. You’re the queen here, I’m just here to help.
” Queen. Yeah, that sounds way too fucking good.
So does the thought of seeing her in a property jacket.
The change I’m seeing in this woman is such a fucking privilege.
Every day she grows stronger and stronger.
It was always in her, but all the fucking men in her life have done nothing but make decision after decision for her instead of empowering her to make her own.
That fucking ends now. I’m going to take care of everything.