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“Good,” I growl, the caveman in me coming out. I look down at her pussy lips and spread them apart with my fingers, my dick growing harder at seeing her laid out naked, on my bed.
Letting him see all of my scars is a big deal. No, that’s not right, it’s a huge deal. Apart from the first time he saw them, and the doctor who treated them, no one has seen them up until now, I never thought I’d want anyone to see them but showing Corey; it felt right.
I expect him to look at them and be disgusted and I’m okay with that because when I looked at them it’s how I used to feel. That is, until the last few weeks.
I’d made so many changes that when I looked down at them now all I saw was strength. I’ve been through hell and back, mentally and physically, but I can see the light to the other side now and it’s getting brighter and brighter by the day.
Part of the reason for that light is Corey. I want to be better, more confident, not just for myself but for him too. I want him to want me, scars and all. I want him to look at me like the world starts and ends with us because that’s how I feel when I look at him.
I didn’t plan to do this, show him my scars, but it felt like the right time and I knew that if I didn’t do it right now then I probably never would. So when I pulled my t-shirt up, I expected him to look at me like I was a monster... but he didn’t.
His eyes showed me so many things but none of them were disgust. When his hands touched my bare skin, I nearly combusted right then and there.
Opening my eyes now, I watch as he looks at me, laid on the bed, butt naked. I’m never naked, I haven’t been since that day. Even when I shower, I can’t bear to touch my scars, the phantom pain that I feel when I run my hands over them is sometimes so real that it brings me to tears.
My head swims with so many thoughts, wondering what he’s thinking, what he thinks of my scars, whether he’ll still want me. I don’t know why I’m so worried because when he dips his head and runs his tongue over my hip and trails a path to my pussy, I realize that he doesn’t even see the scars.
He just sees me.
I close my eyes and throw my head back as he parts my lips and sucks on the bud between them, causing my hips to buck off the bed. His moan vibrates through me and tingles starts to spread between my thighs, I start to panic, trying to push his head away, my fingers weaving into his hair.
“No,” he growls and looks up at me, his eyes hooded and burning with fire. His keeps his eyes glued to mine as he bends down and licks me slowly again. I can’t take my eyes off him as he holds me still and continues his show.
His rough hand trails up and over my hip, over my stomach then up to the underneath of my breast. His fingers dig into my back as his thumb rubs my nipple and it sends me over the edge. I squeeze my eyes shut as my hips lift off the bed, shouting out his name.
I feel him move onto the bed properly and hover over me but I don’t open my eyes, I keep them closed riding the wave of my orgasm.
“I’m going to make sure you’re ready for me,” he whispers in my ear and all I can manage is a nod as his hand trails a path down and I feel the tip of his finger dipping inside me.
I freeze at the intrusion and my whole body tenses. “Relax, baby, I won’t hurt you,” he says, bringing his other hand back up to my breast and rolling my nipple between his fingers.
I try to relax, breathing through my nose as he pushes his finger deeper. I gasp a
s he pushes all the way in and starts to slowly pull out and then back in again. He does this a few times before he pulls away slightly.
My eyes spring open as I hear the sound of his zipper in the otherwise silent room.
I take him all in now, how chiseled his body is and my eyes trail down his pecs and his abs then over that perfect v and down to his swollen dick.
“Will that even fit?” I squeak at the size of the thing.
“Yeah, baby.” He smirks, coming to lean back over me and opening my legs wider. “Breath through it, okay? It’ll only hurt this first time.” I smile and wait for him. “Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” he says, all of a sudden serious.
“Yeah,” I say, breathless at the feel of the head of his dick against my opening.
He pushes inside of me slowly and stops when he’s half way there. I take a deep breath and try to focus on anything but the pinching sensation.
“You’re so tight,” Corey grits out between clenched teeth. “You doing good, baby?”
“Yeah,” I say on a release of breath.
He lifts his hand to my face, his fingers weaving through my hair as he lowers his face and brings his lips down to mine. I open up for him when he swipes his tongue along my bottom lip, I get so caught up in the kiss that I don’t realize he’s pushing inside of me even more until he breaks through my barrier and I squeal.
“Fuck!” I shout, squeezing my eyes tight and digging my nails into his biceps. “Holy... fucking... shit,” I gasp.
“Stay still,” he warns, his own body tense. “Fuck, I’m trying to go slow but you’re so fucking tight.”
I start to feel bad that I must be causing him discomfort but he must see it on my face because he cups the side of my head and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m gonna move now, okay?”
