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I close my eyes and allow him to erase what’s been done. This is my awakening. He is my future, and my past will fade over time, just like these scars.
Warm, soft lips replace his fingers, and as his gentle kisses spread over my skin, they tug an imaginary cord inside me. His hands tremble, sliding up my body to cup one of my breasts in his rough palm, and those kisses move in the opposite direction, lowering towards my panties.
Every part of me seems to be throbbing now. My nipples, my chest, my pulse, and the space between my legs seem to be the center of it all.
I moan loudly when I feel his lips touch me through my panties, not realizing how much I wanted to feel his mouth there until right this second. When I think about our kiss and the way his tongue devoured my mouth, I shiver with anticipation.
He lingers there a little longer, and when I open my eyes and look down, he’s staring up at me. I can’t stop the wriggle I make to feel more of him, and I have to remind myself to breathe when his fingertips lower over my skin and grip into the waist of my cotton underwear. He tugs them down my thighs to give his mouth full access, and he doesn’t break eye contact as he shifts one of my legs over his huge shoulder, wets his lips with his tongue, and then makes an agonizingly slow trail through my center with it.
He watches my reaction, his eyes scorching and setting my skin alight as I throb to feel more.
With his fingers digging intensely into my skin, he gives me what I need, kissing me and worshiping me with his tongue until I want to cry.
I tense when I feel something unfamiliar start to build inside me, but I don’t fight it because it already feels far beyond my control. It forces my hips to move to the rhythm of Screwy’s tongue and jerk against his mouth. Whatever's coming feels terrifying and heaven-sent at the same time, and I know I’ve reached the peak of it when my stomach jolts and the blood pulsing under my skin feels like it’s going to erupt.
My legs shake, and my lady parts hum with a sedated relief. Suddenly I understand why Screwy’s been so scared because I’m certain now that this, us, whatever it is… has to be forever.
I’ve spent days, nights, and hours craving it. I’ve dreamed about it, but nothing I imagined comes close to watching Lydia come undone. The way she tastes, the way her lips part as she moans out her pleasure like she’s ashamed of it.
I’m torn over what part of her I want to focus on the most.
I can't back out of this now. I’ve made this girl an unspoken promise. Who am I kidding? I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Not after I’ve come this far and can taste her on my tongue.
Maybe she’s right–maybe this is fate. I don’t believe that fate could be this kind to me, but I have to believe in something to justify what I’m about to do.
I shift up her body and appreciate how stunning she looks. The girl still hasn’t come back to earth after soaking my tongue, and I don’t think I’ve seen a sight as beautiful as her trembling beneath me, with a glisten in her blue eyes that’s both wild and bewildered.
“Thank you,” she whispers gratefully, the adorable smile on her face making the devil's eyes scorch into the back of my skull. I want to believe everything she says. I want to believe it more than I want to take my next breath. But I’m so scared I’ll fuck it up, and the thought of her being the one I hurt kills me.
She must know what I'm thinking because her hand reaches for my face again, her soft touch against my rough jaw, as she slowly nods her head to tell me she’s ready.
A sick sensation stirs in my gut, making my heart thud against my chest so hard I can hear it pumping in my head.
She deserves better, but she wants you, you gonna deny her that?
The devil whispers in my ear.
And my answer is no.
I’m done denying her. I’m done denying myself. I’m taking a shot at making her world a better place. The fact that I don’t deserve it will only make me work harder at it. It'll be my driving force to assure I don’t fail her.
I reach down and slide the sweats off my hips, my cock instantly falling onto the tiny mound of hair she has between her legs.
Jesus, that alone makes me want to come, and I have no idea how this is going to go.
Lydia glances down between us, her eyes widening when she sees me against her. She’s seen me before, she knows how big it is, but she still swallows fearfully before she reaches out her hand and takes me in her grip.
She feels like a warm glove on a freezing morning. Her quivering fingers exploring me as they run up and down my shaft and cause my balls to stiffen.
“You're much bigger than I…” She stops herself from speaking and looks back up at me, innocence bulging in her big blue eyes as her teeth grip her bottom lip. It looks like she’s going to change her mind about the whole thing.
“I really want to feel it inside me.”
That sentence and the need to be inside her makes me lower my head and growl like a fucking animal.
I’m not qualified for this. I’m rough, brutal, and always looking for the quickest way to get off.
What Lydia needs is patience and tenderness. I'm gonna have to take a crash course on it to make sure I get this right for her.
