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“Don’t move,” I tell her, rubbing my hands together to make sure they’re warm. “Just try to relax.”
Twenty-Five
Anna
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Iclose my eyes, not sure what’s going to happen. I know I should feel tense but I don’t. The way he’s talking to me is calming.
The bath helped. I’ve always found them relaxing.
I don’t understand why I feel all right. I’m naked, laid on my front. He’s naked, stood behind me.
I’ve seen him naked. My body heated up at the sight of him walking into the bedroom like that. It’s like I’m drunk when I haven’t touched a drop. My anxiety is here but dulled. My nerves are deadened. Maybe it was the near death experience just now. I’ve no adrenaline left.
What I do have is a bubbling warmth deep inside me. That warmth turned into fire when I saw him naked. Tattoos. Muscles. Huge cock. The first one I’ve ever seen in person. Is it wrong that my first thought when I saw it was that I wanted to put it in my mouth? What does that say about me?
I hear him moving behind me. The mattress sags as he climbs onto it, straddling the backs of my thighs. His cock is sitting between my buttocks, resting there like it belongs. It’s throbbing and I can feel the heat of it. He’s erect. I can tell.
He shifts slightly, the shaft moving up and my body responding. I feel my pussy getting wet at the thought of that inside me. Is that what he’s going to do to help me sleep?
Do I want him to?
Part of me wants to tell him to get lost, to leave me alone. He’s basically kidnapped me. He’s a criminal. A killer. Less than an hour ago, he pushed a man out of a helicopter.
Makes me want him more.
There must be something wrong with me. I’m not going to get into it though because right now, I don’t want to think about how wrong this is. I only want him to stay where he is.
I feel safe with him here. I know I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t trust him, but I do. Somehow, I know he was telling the truth when he said he’d protect me. I know he would never hurt me. It might be a foolish thought, but I can’t shake it. I am safe around him. I am protected. I am looked after, maybe for the first time since mom was alive.
His hands are sliding over my shoulder blades, massaging the tight muscles that run up into each side of my neck. I let out a moan as they start to loosen off. “You’re good at this,” I tell him.
“Getting sleepy yet?” he asks.
I’ve never felt more awake, so I say nothing.
With each motion of his hands, his cock shifts on my ass. He’s working his fingers lower down my back, his hips moving too. The tip of his cock glides inch by inch down the valley of my buttocks.
It stops right between my thighs.
I try to push my legs apart to ease the ache that’s growing inside me. My clit feels more sensitive than it’s ever been. The touch of the fabric on the bedstead is making me shudder, and all Marco has done is rub my back.
His hands are on my hips, massaging the muscles there. That presses me further into the mattress and I find myself grinding slightly in place, trying to help the throbbing coming from my clit.
He notices, his breathing changing behind me, growing heavier. With one knee, he pushes my legs apart. Now he’s between them, massaging my thighs.
Can he see how wet I am?
His fingers come close to my pussy, but he doesn’t touch it. Instead, he touches everywhere else. He even massages my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, leaving no part of me unseen.
“You look beautiful,” he says as he slides his hands back toward my legs.
“Thank you,” I say, feeling awkward. “I don’t know if I’m meant to talk during this kind of thing. I’ve never done it before.”
“You do whatever you want to do,” he replies. “As long as it feels good. Turn over for me.”
He stands up. I roll onto my back, staring at the huge cock jutting toward me from between his legs. It’s rock hard and there’s a glistening drip at the very tip. Again, I get the urge to take it into my mouth.
