Chapter 15 #2
And before I can say another thing, he quickly lowers down my body, grabbing the undersides of my knees, and pushes my thighs apart.
“Is this okay?” he asks with utmost sincerity as he looks down at me, at the place so many other men have hurt me.
But I won’t let them win. I won’t let them take more.
I lift myself up on my elbows, watching the striking intensity of his gaze as he places the gun on my side of the bed before lowering his nose to my panties, gathering the nightgown up to my hips.
And without looking away from me, his mouth cups my pussy until I gasp, and his tongue snakes out to circle my clit. Even through the cotton, I can feel him as though it’s happening bare.
“Fuck, I need to taste you.” His resolve crumbles, as though he’s losing control.
I want him to do it, to just do what he wants without asking me for permission. I need him to control this. I want to feel it, to know it’s okay. That wanting it this way is okay, even after what’s been done to me. I’m safe with him, or at least I’d like to imagine that I am.
My palm lowers to the back of his head, and I yank his hair. His powerful gaze narrows and we stare hard into one another. There’s something unspeakable there, and when I pull firmer, the muscle in his jaw tics.
An invisible switch flips in his eyes, and he pushes my hand off his hair, pinning it to the bed. He grabs the other and cages it beside my thigh.
“I’m gonna give you exactly what you need, little dove. And you will come for me, with those gorgeous thighs strangling me as you do.”
Then, in one single move, he flips me onto my stomach, grabbing both of my wrists and holds them prisoner over my head.
His body is on top of me, and that feeling of ownership, of losing all control, is back.
My body goes on alert like it wants to fight, but it wants this too.
His hot breath is at my neck, and it feels like some of the other times when those men would push into my body, taking what they wanted while I lay there, screaming, crying.
But no one ever came to help. No one cared.
Sometimes there was more than one man at a time, and the last thing they worried about was me. I was there for their pleasure.
“It’s okay.” Michael’s voice breaks me from the nightmares of my past, as though calling me to the light. “No one’s going to hurt you again. I promise you that.”
His hips rock in gentle circles over my ass, and I breathe a sigh of relief, as though hearing his voice has brought my soul out of despair.
“That’s it, Elsie. Feel my cock. This is what you do to me.”
I let out a strangled moan just as his hand fits over my hip, those fingers slipping under my body until they reach between my thighs.
He roughly pushes up the dress as I lift for him.
He doesn’t attempt to touch me bare. Those fingers rub my pussy through my panties, and I can feel the wetness coating his fingers.
“You’re mine,” he hums. “And this is gonna be mine too. It’s only a matter of time. We both know that, don’t we?”
“Yes,” I confess on a whispery breath. “Please, Michael. I need…”
“I know what my wife needs.”
You. I need you.
And that’s when he yanks my panties to the side and two fingers enter me deep, stretching me wide until I buck against the invasion, my moans coming in gasps.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry.
He fucks me roughly, his left hand in my hair, yanking my head backward as his talented fingers rid me of the shame of wanting it this way. Hard. Pinned down on the bed. At his mercy. His. Whatever way he wants it.
“That’s it. Come on, little dove. Sing for me.”
And when his thumb circles my clit, I scream his name. “Michael, I’m coming!”
Stars burst before my eyes like fireworks, my toes curling. But he doesn’t stop. He thrusts harder, adding another finger until I feel myself climb again.
What the hell is happening?
I clasp around him as though my body doesn’t want to let him go.
“Mm, so wet. You’re gonna show me how good you can come on my tongue.”
I feel the cool air on my back as he rises, but I have no energy to move. He doesn’t bother with removing my panties, tearing them off of me instead.
I happen a glance behind my shoulder, finding him giving my naked ass a heated look. A single palm lands with a deafening slap on my behind.
I gasp with a cry, but he doesn’t do it again. Instead, both hands are there, spreading me open for his perusal.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re so beautiful. Every inch of you is.”
My body shivers, watching him watching me. He looks at me like he worships me, and I like it.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” he says when he grips my hips, those fingers biting into the skin there, and instead of flipping me around, he fits his face right under me, and nerves explode in my belly.
I should fear it—fear a man being this close to that intimate place—but I don’t. Not when it’s him.
The men at the club never did this to me. They preferred objects or their dicks. They saw me as dirty, I’m sure, but not Michael. Even knowing where I came from and what’s been done to me, he doesn’t care. My heart tightens in my chest, and I fight it. Fight what he’s doing to it.
I gasp when I feel his hot breath at my core, jolting me with a need so raw, I’ll get on my hands and knees to beg to be released of it.
“Michael,” I cry. “Please…”
“You sound good begging your husband for his mouth.”
My eyes roll back as his long tongue slices up my wet slit, like he’s parting the damn sea.
“Oh, God,” I groan, my hands balling into fists, the sheets crumpling within them as I ride his face, not caring if he can breathe or move.
He spanks me from above, gripping each side of my ass with his palms, spreading it wide. And his groaning vibrations tremble over my clit. My need for release wafts through with a vengeance.
My fingernails claw the bedsheets, thrashing while he eats me like I’m his seven-course meal. Like he lives to do it.
Two fingers enter me with ease, while he fastens his other hand around my ass to drive me closer to him. A rumble of satisfaction escapes from deep in his chest when he sucks on my clit.
It feels like an out-of-body experience, sensations tingling down to my toes. I can’t take another second of this.
“I’m close. Oh, God. Don’t stop.” I beg for something I already know he’ll give me.
His fingers curl inside me, and I almost fight the need. It’s too strong. Too much.
Yes…
His teeth nip and tug my clit, fingers still thrusting deeper as I moan and gasp and call out his name.
“Harder,” I plead. “Please, Michael, I need it harder.”
He groans under his breath, and his tongue dives into my pussy, his teeth lightly grazing over my clit.
I scream out a moan as the pain mingles with pleasure, my hands coming under to touch my beaded nipples, pinching them hard as he licks and sucks me.
His tongue gives me no reprieve, until the sensations grow so strong that tears line the rims of my eyes. It’s all too much. My body feels like it’s warring with itself.
He flattens his tongue and swipes once. Then again…and again…and…
“Yes!” My hands curl around the pillow, hips bucking wildly, feeling like I’m going to explode.
His strong hands keep me right on top of his face until my orgasm ravages out of me in wave after wave of ecstasy.
This man just gave me something I never even thought I was capable of having again. His tongue now lazily flicks my clit while my body jerks, coming down from the high.
When the throes of my release ebb, he presses a kiss to my pussy and then each of my inner thighs, and I grow hazy, my heart lurching.
I can barely move as he slides out from beneath me, his body now pressing over mine. He snakes his hand around my throat, those fingers pushing my head back until I meet his eyes from above.
“I was right all along…” He gives me a lopsided grin, tongue winding around his lips to lick the taste of me off his mouth. “You do taste sweet.”
It looks like he’s covered in me, and I try not to get embarrassed, but fail. My heart races and I can barely catch my breath.
His knuckles reach for my face, slowly sliding down my cheek. “Sleep well, my beautiful wife. And tomorrow, you can go back to pretending you didn’t just squirt all over my mouth.”
I did what?
I stare wide-eyed, unable to say a word.
He chuckles, sliding off me to fit himself behind my body, a palm on my stomach pulling me into him, holding me protectively. And I realize he didn’t even kiss me, and that he’s still very much hard.