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Shelby’s painand grief are tangible. I need to help her to let it go. I need her to feel it, and that means she needs to slow down.
“Breathe, baby. I’m here. It’s okay.”
I slide the tip of my cock between her thighs and just inside her pussy. She’s so tight—a build-up of pain and sadness, and it will only get worse if she doesn’t let go. She’s holding on to so much grief, and something tells me this is about more than the death of her beloved grandpa.
It's as if I can sense the empty places inside her, parts of herself that she’s kept under lock and key. She’s so scared of being hurt, of risking her heart. She believes that love always ends with pain. I need to show her its beauty.
As I inch inside her, I hear her breath catch. She’s pushing to take more, but I hold back. I kiss her neck and run my fingers up and down her body, moving slowly until, finally, I’m deep inside her.
“Now I want you to stay still and let me take care of you, okay, baby? Give control over to me. Trust me,” I mutter, gritting my teeth. Being inside her is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Like coming home.
She trembles, and she doesn’t say anything, but she nods.
I start to rock back and forth with her as slowly as possible. I caress her skin, kiss her neck and back, and run my fingers through her hair. Her body is calm, but her breathing is different.
I slide my fingers over her cheeks and see the tears starting. Just a couple. She’s not entirely letting go yet.
I move one hand between her legs and rub her clit. Lightly. I’m not taking her to a fast orgasm this time. I can feel her moving against me, but I keep it slow and controlled.
Little by little, I increase the pressure and pace.
I wish I could say this was solely for her pleasure, but I’d be lying. Being inside her, having her tight walls clamped around me, is the closest I’ve ever been to heaven. Watching her orgasm was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, but this is what I love. The sensation of skin against skin. The slow and gradual build-up. Hearing her moan and feeling her tremble as she barrels toward complete surrender. This is the ultimate. Nothing compares to this.
“You’re safe with me, Shelby,” I whisper into her ear. “No judgment, no expectations. Just a safe space to let go and feel whatever you need to feel right now.”
I thrust inside her as I nip at her neck.
“Tony, I can’t—” she whimpers.
“Yes, you can. You have to trust me. I’m not here to take from you. I’m here to give you permission to embrace everything going on inside you and know you’ll be safe. No matter how much it hurts, you have to let it go. Give it over to me.”
We move faster, and I increase the pressure on her clit. I can sense her body unlocking as her emotions gather momentum. The tears are flowing freely now, and her body heaves in a combination of pleasure and grief.
When her muscles tighten and her pussy clenches around my cock, I pick up the pace and whisper, “Let go, baby. Let it all go.”
Shelby’s body convulses, and she wails as she climaxes. My balls cinch up tight, and ecstasy envelops me as I release inside her with a guttural growl. She’s not done, though. Her orgasm goes on and on. I’m not even hard inside her anymore, but I feel the tremors that rack her curvy frame.
I pull my hand away from her clit, and her orgasm finally subsides, leaving her utterly spent.
I gather her up against me, holding her together as she sobs into my chest. My heart swells, and warmth spreads through me as I hold my precious woman in my arms.
Eventually, Shelby falls asleep, but I stay awake for a long time, stroking my hands through her hair and listening to her breathe.
* * *
I don’t sleep.I can’t. Instead, I hold Shelby as memories of my own grief move through me. It’s easier now but it doesn’t make the loss less acute.
Morning light begins to filter through the blind, and Shelby rolls over, still in my arms.
Her eyelids flutter open, and she takes me in for a moment before her eyes begin to well. “You know,” she states simply, and the look in my eyes must confirm it for her. “Who was it?”
“My little sister.” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It happened a while ago, but I pushed down all the pain.”
“I'm sorry,” she says, her hand pressing against my chest, her legs tangled with mine.
“It's okay.” A lock of her golden hair falls over her eyes, and I move it away with my fingers, tucking it behind her ear. “When I saw you, something clicked inside me. You literally stopped me in your tracks with this gorgeous body and these blue eyes. But then I saw your pain. I saw the haunted look in your eyes, and I recognized it because it was the same pain I saw in my eyes every time I looked in the mirror after Beckie died.”
Shelby cups my cheek. “How did it happen?”
