Page 55 of Once Bitten

“Fuck, Kara.” He groaned.

I looked up at him, his eyes glazing over as he sucked the breath through his teeth and my lips slid over the head of his thick manhood. His fingers tangled in my hair as he gently pushed down on the back of my head, urging me on.

“Kara, baby, God...you drive me crazy.” He grunted as I squeezed his shaft and sucked on him my other hand coming up to cup his balls. He hissed, and the blood pounded in my ears as I reveled in my power over him.

He arched, pushing himself deeper into my mouth, groaning again as my lips wrapped themselves tight around his thickness. I could tell he was already close and it was making me drunk with want for him.

I’d never felt so alive as I did with Finn, he turned me on so much I didn’t even think twice about him fucking me in a park in Paris, or sucking him off against the wall outside his own hotel as the moon shone above us. All I knew is that I loved feeling so free, giving into my body’s desires.

“Sweet Kara, your mouth feels so good, baby, so fucking sexy. I want you so bad.” He moaned, his hand fisting my hair as he started to thrust faster against my mouth with his hips. I held my mouth still, keeping my fist tight around him, feeling him harden as he got closer to his climax.

I wanted to make him come, I wanted him to climax from my touch, my mouth. I started to stroke him faster, my lips catching on the rim of his cockhead as his thrusts shortened and went faster and faster. Finally, he grunted and stiffened, emptying himself in my mouth, as I squeezed his shaft, and sucked on the tip, extending his climax as much as possible.

He collapsed against the wall, his hands still tangled in my hair.

I sat back on my heels and looked up at him, his eyes closed, head resting on the wall behind him. He looked so sexy, I wanted him more in that moment than I thought it possible to want anything.

I felt his hands move, untangling from my hair and I reached for them. He pulled me to my feet and slid his arms around my waist, pulling me in against him, burying his face in my hair. I melted against him, my head falling onto his shoulder, breathing in his scent.

“I forgive you, Finn.” I whispered.

I don’t know why I picked that moment, I didn’t even know I‘d felt that way, until then.

But I couldn’t let this week go by without him knowing, what had happened, was now behind us, and in my mind, the Finn that left me broken that night, was not the Finn I knew now. I didn’t know if it wouldn’t mean anything to him, but it meant everything to me. I wasn’t broken any more. He had healed me.

His arms squeezed tighter around me and I heard him exhale, the weight lifted off him.

I don’t remember how long we stood there that night, but when we finally left to go up to our rooms, we were different people.