But not anymore.
I kissed him back.My body relaxed into his as we kissed, our tongues mingling with intensity. We both knew what was at stake if we didn’t do something.He needed the skin on skin contact just as much as I did.
I thought there’d be a pause when he saw me fully naked.I thought he’d stare at me, horrified, disgusted. But no, Desi bent down and kissed every single mark I had made this summer. And with each kiss, he gave me a different promise.
“I am devoted to you completely.”
“I’m going to give you the life you deserve.”
“I’m going to marry you.”
As he kissed my scars and wounds, his hands moved over me, finding my breasts. He cupped them and brushed his thumb over my nipples. They pebbled under his touch, and it felt so good.It had been quite long since I’d wanted to feel good like this.
Desi reached my feet and then came back up, finding my core. Looking up at me, he eyed me cautiously.I nodded, allowing him to touch me more.Gently, he slid my thighs apart. His tongue found my arousal and lapped at it slowly, testing the waters.
When I began to respond with moans, gasps, and tense movements, he slid a finger inside of me and began to move in and out, coaxing pleasure from me.
“Oh, Desi,” I moaned.
“Yeah? Come for me, baby.” He dove back in, focusing hard on my clit.
I gasped and exploded. My orgasm rolled over me. Warmth and good feelings flooded my body.I pulled his hips down, welcoming him inside me.
We made love with an intensity that only he and I could feel for each other. We cried as we rode the feelings, the pleasure, and finally, the tandem explosions of our love for each other.
Desi held me in his arms afterward, and finally, I made a promise I intended to keep, much like the ones he had made to me tonight.
“I won’t hurt myself anymore. As long as I have you.”
