“Don’t leave me, I don’t want to be alone...” I hate how much I need him right now, I hate that I want to cuddle up against him and that I want him to take care of me just like he promised he would. “Please, sir.”
He turns around and comes back with slow steps. His blond hair is messy and the bags under his eyes are darker than the previous days. He places a hand on my thigh and grabs the forkwith the other. He fills it before he lifts it to my mouth. “Open,” he says.
I do it without hesitation. I’ve never been taken care of before, never let anyone. And it feels unnatural accepting it nowafter twenty-four years. But I let go of all of it in thismoment, letting him feed me as he pleases.
“Good girl,” he says, and my body shivers, my thighs pressing together.
He looks different today, like I don’t recognize him, or perhaps it ishimthat I see for the first time. I analyze his face, the two small moles on his cheek, the way his eyelashes curl, and how one side of his lower lip has a small scar.
Maybe it's the emptiness inside me that makes me crave being close to him, or maybe it's the way he looks at me like I am not broken.
I don't want to think about Matheo right now. I don't want to feel that cold, hollow thing in my chest. And when Brian is this close, feeding me, touching me so gently, the hollowness shrinks just enough for me to breathe.
“How did you get that scar on your lip, sir?” I ask, curious as always.
“I fell when I was a kid, nothing special.”
“It’s unique, I have never seen it on anyone else.”
He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling, “Never? Onanyoneelse?” He runs his hand through his hair.
"Never, sir.”
He sets aside the plate and comes closer to me, spreading my legs and pressing his thumb against my clit with a light pressure. “What else on me have you never seen on anyone else?” He moves his thumb in a circular motion.
“I...” I try to focus but it feels so good when he touches me. “I have never seen the two moles on your cheek on anyone else. They look pretty, they give you character.”
He adds slightly more pressure, and a whimper leaves me instantly.
“I have never seen anyone with your eyes. They’re so green and one of them has a brown spot.”
He comes closer until his body is hovering over me, his hand cupping my pussy as he places a kiss on my cheek, then on my neck.
“Anything else?” He asks as he takes off his pants, a motion made so effortlessly I barely notice. He sits between my legs, forehead against mine as his tip lies against my wet lips.
“I have never seen anyone who holds himself so steadily and fair after everything he’s been through, despite how everyone sees him, watches him, haunts him with the ghost of someone else.”
I moan as he pushes two fingers inside me, his thumb still circling my clit.
“Do you mean that?” His voice almost breaks.
“Every word, sir.”
He takes out his fingers and taps his tip against my wet hole, and my eyes roll back.
“Is there anything else?” His eyes beg me to say one last thing.
I swallow, “I know you’re your own person and I hope my eyes will realize that soon enough. So I can learn you, see you for who you truly are,Brian.”
He pushes inside me as a tear runs down his cheek, placing his head beside mine. My eyes roll back and my nails dig through his skin as I hold his biceps tightly.
He moves slowly, in and out at a pace that makes everything else fall away. A motion more loving than harsh. His body shakes every time he pushes inside, his cock pulling back glisteningwith my juices.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come already,” he moans close to me, his hands on my hips as he rocks back and forth.
“You feel so good, sir,” I whimper.
“Oh, fuck!”
