“Oh god…”
“Yes, perfect,” he moaned. “Use me to get yourself off.”
I had no idea what any of this meant butdear lord, this felt good. The soft spikes werevibratingagainst me as I rocked back and forth, using my wetness to slide along his length.
“Does it feel good?” he asked, his hold on my hips accentuating the unfamiliar pleasure.
“Yes.”
My muscles started to feel weird—tense. My whole body struggled to move as the warmth started to spread in my lower stomach.
“Do you needmoreTamara?” he asked.
“No?” I lied. I had no idea what I needed. I just couldn’t move at the same pace I did until now and the simmering warmth was slowly retreating. Was I losing it? Was there something wrong with me?
“No lies, Tamara,” he scolded, breath labored. “Tell me what you need.”
“Yes. I don’t know.Something.”
That was all the truth I could give. I hadno ideawhat was going on. No idea how to get the damn butterflies to let go and erupt in my belly. Why my legs were suddenly too tense to help me find out what awaited me once the tight feelingsnapped.
One of his hands let go of my hip and cupped my breast through the soft shirt. My nipple washardand the feeling of his finger caressing it softly over the fabric pulled a whole new lot of sensation to me. He squeezed and shifted his hips, thrusting to meet the motion of mine.
Once, twice and that was it.
My back arched and I cried out, fingers clasped on his chest, nails digging into his flesh and muscle. I could feel myself clench around nothing, the sensitive spot pulsing against his still vibrating length.
He let out a similar but deeper sound and I looked down just as thick, white-ish ropes of liquid erupted from his tip and painted his naked chest.
Oh god.
Our eyes met again. What just happened?
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
“I…Yes. I think so. I don’t know what—how?”
He sighed, using one of the blankets to wipe his chest. “I…I cannot believe you havenever—really? Never?”
Blood rushed to my cheeks. I was terribly inexperienced…But in my defense, I had been raised and sheltered by crazy people, only to besoldto a psychopath.
I shook my head, face down in embarrassment. Truth. I could tell the truth. “I…I was beingsavedfor a man. A bad man. I escaped before he could…”
My throat closed up again. Filbur threw the dirty cover away and pulled me to him, making me lie back on his chest. He caressed my back over the shirt. My sides. My thighs, arms and hair.
“I am sorry,” he simply said. “Is this…why you joined the program? Why you came here?”
Would he take it bad? Would it, somehow, make him angry?
I hoped not.
“Yes. I needed to escape. I…The doctor who told me about it and mentioned I was compatible said I would be safe here. That your people were…kind.”
He pushed my head away just enough to look at my face. “You are safe.”
“I know.”
“But you are still scared.”
