“Tell me again.”
“I want to.”
“Want to what?” He asks me, with a completely serious expression, inhaling. I hold my ground.
“Axe, I want to think about only your hands on me. Erase all the others that have touched me. I want to fuck you, not because I’m trying to not feel, but because I want to feel. Because I know that it’s safe to feel with you.” I whisper to him as his eyes come back up, locking with mine.
“Ella, I’m not safe.” He looks at me as I say something and he shakes his head, telling me to let him finish. “You need to know what you’re talking about right now. I’m not sure I know how to be gentle.” I can’t help but laugh out as I look back at him.
“I’m not asking you to be gentle. I’ve got a lot of fucked up shit in my head and gentle will not silence them. I trust you and I know you won’t hurt me.”
“Are you sure about that?” He asks me, cocking his eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“And what if you’re wrong?” He asks me, and I somewhat swallow because I have been so wrong about people before.
“I know, I’m not.” I tell him, and he cocks his head. “And if you do accidentally. So fucking what? I know you, and I know that whatever you do you have no intentions of actually hurting me.”
“You actually trust me?” He asks me, shocked.
“With my life.” The corner of his lips pull up before he grabs a hold of my thighs and pulls me into him. His mouth claiming mine. I wrap my legs around his body and then we’re moving. I can feel his hands grip onto my ass as he holds me in place. Feeling the cautious movements of him climbing the stairs. The door opens behind me as he smiles at me, and I bite onto his lip, hard.
Growling at me, he tosses onto the bed before he crawls in over top of me. Caging me to the bed as he hovers above me. Tilting his head and he runs kisses up my neck and it causes shivers to run through my body.
Feeling his fingers touch my stomach underneath my shirt. Lifting it over my head, he reaches down for the waistband of his pants I am wearing, pulling them off.
Reaching down as he hovers over top of me, placing all of his weight on one arm, while his hand trails up the inside of my thigh.
My heart pulses in my ears, and my breathing quickens. Reaching down and finding the waistband on his own sweats before I’m sliding them down his legs. Reaching down and grasping him over his boxers. I can feel the girth and it causes my brain to shout,oh my god.
“No, you don’t.” He smirks up to me before he lowers his head, kissing back down my neck, across my chest, and down my torso. He moves, taking one nipple into his mouth as he palms the other, causing me to moan out. “Babydoll,” he whispers out as he lets my nipple slip out of his mouth between his teeth. “You want to erase anyone else. I can do that. I’ll make you forget anything else, but you’re going to feel.”
His head lowers as I feel him run the tip of his tongue down my stomach, circling my belly button. He doesn’t stop but flicks his tongue against my clit, almost causing me to come undone. My abs constrict and I reach my hand into his hair. Smirking up to me, he says, “Don’t hold back. Ella, you don’t get to fuck me until you cum.” I’m sure my eyes widen, and he moves up my body before he presses a kiss to me again and then smirks. “Tell me if anything is too much.” I nod my head again. “Tell me if you want to stop.”
“You would stop?” I ask him, shocked.
“Of course.” He quickly moves back down and flicks his tongue against my clit again. Slowly, he runs his tongue along me, and I feel my eyes roll back into my head. Feeling him press a finger inside, I catch his eyes looking up at me. Running his tongue in circles along me as he slips another finger inside. Looking up to me he smirks, again. “You know, Ella. You’ve been fucking with my head for months now.” He shakes his head as if he’s slightly embarrassed to admit it.
“What? How so?” I whimper out between moans as his tongue laps at me again.
“Ever since you were touching yourself to me…” my eyes widen, I knew he knew, based on how he reacted afterwards, which actually may explain why he didn’t pull away right away. “When we were in that closet. Fuck, Babydoll.” he growls against my clit, causing a gasp out of me. “All I could think about was how your hands that were on my chest were earlier inside of yourself.”
Not being able to focus on anything else, feeling the pressure building inside of me before I feel his fingers press against my inner walls and I lose control. He moves up to me and I can’t take my eyes off of his movements as he licks his lips and smirks again. Matching his smirk, I reach over and hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and tug them down.
“El— “
“Stop, you’re in your head. Axe, I’ve wanted this for 2 years. I don’t care if you think you’re going to hurt me. You can’t hurt me anymore than I already have been. I’m not expecting to make love. I’m not sure that I can. It has always weirded me out.” He smirks. “So, fuck me like you mean it.” Then he just shakes his head. “No, what?” But he doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans into me and kisses me again. He moves to the side, and I hear the drawer in the nightstand open before he kneels between my legs, and I watch him roll a condom over the length of himself.
Leaning back into me, a serious expression comes over his face before he says, “Are you sure?”
Slowly, nodding my head, telling him I am. “Are you sure?” and I look back up at him.
“Babydoll, you’re worth getting murdered over.” My heart swells as I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him back down to me until our lips are pressed together again.
Pushing into me, I gasp out as my hands grip at his back, holding on. A slight laugh tickles across my ear as he laughs at my sounds. “Stop trying to stroke my ego.” He laughs again.
“I wish I was.” I can feel him stretching me more the further he pushes inside of me. He’s slow as he enters, like he’s allowing me to get accustomed to how it feels first. Like he’s worried about hurting me. When I feel his hips against mine, he stops and stills before he leans back and looks me in the eye. I can feel my eyes grow angry as he looks confused. I punch him in the chest, and he looks at me even more confused. “I’m not fucking glass Axe; I will not break.” I watch as the fire courses through his eyes and then he pulls out of me, pumping his hips back to me quickly and I gasp out.
