Chapter 19 #2
My teeth sink into her lip as I squeeze my fingers inside her shorts, move them down, and feel the sleek flesh between her folds.
She arches against me.
She’s like a firecracker.
Like a summer storm.
She allows me to finger her again, clenching around my touch, and rocking her hips, while I grow so hard that my erection juts out of my pants.
It’s now touching her leg, pulsing and stirring.
She lowers a hand to me and dares to break the kiss to see my reaction when she touches me.
I could come only by staring at her expression of awe when she wraps her fingers around me, breaks the bead of moisture at the tip, and smears it down my length.
She has me in her hand, while I slowly move my middle finger into her, reveling in how fine she feels inside. So warm and wet, so slightly clenching, waiting for me to enter her.
I’ll fuck her till she can’t walk straight.
I’m long overdue to have her.
She’s been a tease for too damn long, and although I’ve always pushed away the idea of her, I now know she is my woman.
My damnation.
I’d kill for her. And I would die for her.
“Let’s do this the right way,” I murmur, pulling her shorts down on one side.
She lifts her hips up, and I manage to tug at the other side before she shimmies out of them and tosses them to the side.
Her dress falls back in place, although her tits are on display.
I don’t even know where to begin. I want to eat her out, suck on her tits, and push my hard on into her until her eyes roll back in her head and she passes out from pain and pleasure.
“Let me see you,” I say, gently riding her skirt up and moving my fingers over the apex of her thighs.
She can’t stop shaking.
Our eyes meet as I softly stroke her pussy with the back of my knuckles, with my fingers.
With my middle finger inside her again.
Nothing holds her back. No bad memory, no traumatic event. She rocks herself against my touch, her nipples pointing to the sky.
“How many times have you done this, Lani?” I ask, and she stops and looks at me as if afraid that I’m about to reprimand her.
I pull my finger out and slowly circle her clit. Her lips part as my way of distracting her works.
“Alone?”
“Whichever way.”
“Many times alone. Thinking about you,” she says, pressing her shoulders into the pillow and meeting the movement of my fingers with the rocking of her hips.
“You were thinking about me in that way?” I ask teasingly.
“All the time. I masturbated the night of my birthday party. That’s why I was late.”
I look down, enjoying the sight of my touch on her pussy.
“Open your legs for me.”
She stops rocking her body and has slightly more difficulty doing so.
“What about with other people?” I ask, my erection resting on her tight as I look at the opening between her legs.
I can’t help myself and pump my cock a couple of times.
Her legs suddenly shut close.
I look up, my hand still wrapped around my cock.
“Open them, baby. How many times?”
She looks away, and then back at me, her lips sealed.
“Let’s do this now,” I suggest, positioning myself between her legs so the tip of my erection presses against her entrance.
“You’re not afraid, are you?” I ask, checking her face.
She’s still not looking at me. I cover her body with mine and wrap my arm around her neck.
I’m hardly in, yet I still feel the pulsing of her center.
“Talk to me, baby. How many people have you done this with?”
I grab her ass, and I knead her tits.
I run the tip of my tongue up her neck before I softly bite the skin below her ear.
She’s still quiet when I come to her and kiss her lips. Part her lips. Push my tongue into her mouth.
She must not have noticed that I also pushed a couple of inches in, yet her body has, jerking against me.
I hold her still.
“How many?” I ask against her mouth.
“Enough,” she lies, and I laugh against her hair, liking to tease her.
She’s mad that I don’t believe her.
How could I?
She’s stiff as if made of steel. Tense and frightened. I might be in for a big surprise.
Good thing that I’ve never bet against Leilani Gallo not being a virgin. I would’ve lost my shirt.
I still can’t believe that this might actually be true.
That despite all the men who had lurked in that house, liked to play sex games with her and spank her ass, made her take her clothes off to humiliate her, intimidate her, and scar her for life.
And also, all the opportunities she has had to sleep with some random man, she somehow miraculously remained untouched.
She surely didn’t look like a virgin that night when she rubbed herself against Maclean’s crotch.
Or when she took her clothes off so I could see her tempting body.
When she came around my fingers last night, although she’s been doing that bit for a while on her own.
But now that I’m about to connect with her in the most profound way known to man, she has lost her poise, and she is waiting for me to do it like I’m a death sentence.
“You don’t believe me?” she probes.
“How can I not believe you?” I reply, amused.
I lick my way up her neck, leaving open mouth kisses on her skin, playing with her hair, stroking her tits, pinching a nipple and making her cry in pain.
My hard-on throbs with pleasure as she sheaths me in her wet arousal, her core clenching softly.
I move deeper, and she quickly squeezes her thighs, crying in pain.
I lift my head and wait for her to open her eyes and look at me.
“How many, baby?” I ask quietly, already feeling the trickle of blood dripping over my hard flesh.
She looks at me with fear in her eyes, wincing in pain, still, when I lower my hand between us, sweep two fingers over her entrance, and lift them so she can see them.
The blood. Her blood. Dripping from my hand.
“It hurts like hell, doesn’t it?” I ask with a smile.
She nods without a word as she usually does when she’s overwhelmed and hides into herself.
I pull back a little to ease her pain.
She presses her hand on my arm to stop me.
“We can’t do it tonight,” I say. “It’s already too painful, and I haven’t even gotten in,” I say, hiding behind practical words to conceal my frantic train of thought.
The implications of this are way bigger than this blanket, the food we had for dinner, the image of a doormat volcano in the stillness of the night, or a woman’s deep desires.
If they wanted my head before––Gallo and Varela––they’d probably want to fry me first and then kill me just to quench their thirst for blood if they had ever gained any knowledge of this.
And then, I can’t think of how stupid the Gallos are.
Despite neglecting this woman and allowing so many bad things to happen to her, she somehow never knew a man in that sense of the word.
Despite her impure mind and words, rebellious behavior, although I now reconsider all that––it was all an act.
She truly didn’t deserve all that.
And she should’ve experienced this night differently. With more preparation. Not on the run.
Words can’t repair much right now, so I kiss her gently on her lips.
“Let’s go home.”
“I don’t want to go home. I want you to finish this.”
“I will finish this, just not now.”
“Finish it now. It will hurt more if I wait. Please.”
The more she talks, the more I feel the tension in my groin. There is nothing I want more now than to open her to my world.
She must think about what I’m thinking.
The clock is ticking for us.
A few more days for her to feel better before we try doing this again, and then the time is up. Every day matters. Every moment matters.
“You don’t want me?” she asks, torn and confused.
Smiling, I push back in a few inches, wrapping myself in her blood while I grab a fist of her hair and hover over her, indulging in how good she looks pinned under me.
“I wanted you that night when you rubbed yourself against my friend,” I say softly next to her ear, rocking my hips gently, not entering all the way, allowing her to get used to the sensation of wet friction and fullness.
“And I wanted you when you dropped your clothes for me in the bathroom. I wanted you when you came to me, and I sent you back. The first time you put your arms around me. I wanted you all the time. It was just that I knew I couldn’t have you.”
A spike of pleasure makes her close her eyes and quietly moan.
Her body follows my rhythm, moving against mine.
Her legs relax, and open for me wider before I cup her ass to hold her against me as I take my shot and shove my throbbing erection into her tight opening.
A sharp shrill pierces through the night, her hands pushing at me in a blind reaction as I enter her repeatedly, despite the pool of blood between us, watching how her writhing morphs into something else.
How her hands no longer punch but grab at my shoulders.
How her lips begin to tremble with a faint smile.
How her eyes finally open and look at me with the moonlight trapped inside her irises.
“It hurts badly,” she says, smiling as she experiences a man inside her for the first time. “Please don’t stop,” she says, feeling some pleasure on top of her pain.
Despite doing it now, she’ll feel pain for several days, but I don’t want to spoil it for her now.
We lock lips again, and the good sensations flowing from our kiss mask some of her anguish and the sharp ache between her legs.
I move faster and faster, although there’s nothing more I’d like to do now than to prolong this moment.
She’s covered in sweat, her breath ragged and shallow, when I hold her against me and move my fingers over her clit. A few strokes is all she needs.
Her thighs tense around me, the edge of her teeth making me feel the taste of blood on mine.
“Oh… This feels good,” she says, swept away in a trance, having no idea how good this will be in the future.
She rolls her hips harder, meeting mine, and that’s my clue. I push her hard over the edge and finally rail her, getting the high of my life as she convulses in my arms, and I flood her center with my load.