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11
MITCHELL
Ishould tell her no. I should push her away gently and remind her that healing doesn’t happen like this. She can’t use me to make herself feel better.
But I’m loathe to say those words when she has her body pressed against mine. I let her move around how she likes, enjoying the taste of her lips on mine, until she has one knee on either side of my waist. The blanket is draped over the two of us as she grinds her pelvis into mine. I can’t stop from getting rock hard as I feel her through my sweatpants.
It’s hard to be a good man when a sexy woman is on top of you. I try to grip her hips and keep my hands firmly in one place, but every thrust of her body against mine makes my willpower crumble a little more.
“Kaitlyn,” I break the kiss, gasping for air and a tendril of sanity. “Kaitlyn, we shouldn’t do this.” But the words sound hollow even to my own ears.
She kisses her way down my neck, hands tugging at the shirt I pulled on just a few minutes ago. “Don’t think about it,” Kaitlyn moans with her lips against the base of my collarbone. “Just feel.”
I feel dirty, but God, she’s so delicious on top of me. Her hands slip under my shirt and feel my abs as she leaves an imprint of her teeth on my neck. I’ve never had a hickey before, but something tells me that’s about to change.
I allow my hands to slip just once, dragging up from her hips to the curves of her torso. She feels silky smooth beneath my grasp and I feel myself losing control. “We should talk about this,” I groan, “I don’t want you to regret this later.”
Her lips leave my skin as she tilts her head up to look at me. “I need you to touch me like you mean it, Mitchell. I need your hands to erase the memories of them. They held me and kissed me and touched me like I was their property. I need you to remind me of what it feels like when someone touches you to give you pleasure.” There’s a waver in her tone. She was afraid to say those words. Afraid that I’d say no or that I wouldn’t want to be with a woman so freshly broken.
And in truth, that’s what I want to tell her. That she doesn’t have to do this because she’s lonely. Or because she needs someone to make her feel better. We can wait until she’s recovered and she feels safe in her skin again.
But I’d be denying her a small comfort and I can’t do that. The way Kaitlyn looks at me is like I hung the moon. She stares at me as if I’m the only person in the world that could possibly understand her and make her feel better. And though I think she needs to talk to someone who can help her through this, if I can make her burden just a little easier to bear, then so be it.
I lean forward to press my lips to hers and savor the last remnants of her chapstick. It tastes vaguely tropical, like coconuts and pineapple on the beach. “I’ll do whatever you want me to, Kaitlyn,” I whisper to her.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Somehow it stabilizes her. When I see her baby blues again, they look stronger. “Love me,” Kaitlyn demands. “Just love me.”
She melts back into my body, lips once again exploring my neck. Her fingers explore the crevices of my abdominal muscles before searching higher. Kaitlyn touches me with no rhyme or reason, she just kneads and caresses as she pleases.
I slip my hands under the t-shirt she wears and feel goosebumps on her skin, but she is warm to the touch. Her feverish body makes me come alive. I stop thinking about baseball and my work partner in order to keep from getting hard. As she writhes on top of me, I let my dick poke her stomach.
“Impressive,” she says with a smile and a moan. Her hips collide with mine and I groan at the contact. “Can I touch it?”
My heart palpitates in my chest as she stretches backward. The blanket around her shoulders drops behind her. “You can do whatever you want.”
She reaches for the hemline of her shirt and pulls it over her head. As she drops it to the floor beside us, she shivers as the cool air in the room washes over her. Kaitlyn’s nipples are erect and her dark locks tumble down the front of her chest like a waterfall. “Do you think I’m pretty?”
I reach up to place my hand on her stomach feeling the soft skin beneath my fingertips. “You’re beautiful, Kaitlyn.”
She lets her fingers trail down the center of my shirt. “I want to be in control, okay?” She says after a few quiet seconds.
I would never take that from her. I know she needs this. That she’s taking back the power she feels those boys stole from her. “Okay.”
Kaitlyn gestures for me to sit up. Though she’s on my lap, I follow her command. She grabs my shirt and fumbles with it to get it off me. It isn’t as smooth a motion as taking off hers, but after a little wiggling, she gets it over my head and discards it on the back of the couch. “You’re pretty, too,” Kaitlyn announces as she looks down at me.
“I prefer handsome,” I tell her with a half-joking smile, “but I guess I can settle forpretty, too.”
The smile on her face doesn’t quite reach her eyes, but it doesn’t matter. Kaitlyn knows what she wants. She wrestles with the sweatpants I wear and even with me helpfully moving about, it’s a struggle to get them off. Our efforts are consumed by anxious giggles, but they bring much-needed levity to the situation.
We’re left on the couch in our underwear. Kaitlyn still bears bruises from the robbers. Her arms are coated in various colors as they go through the stages of bruising. Some parts are already turning yellow because they were barely touched. Others are still dark shades of purple and blue. “I’m still pretty, right?” Kaitlyn asks when she notices me staring.
I reach forward to grab her hand and bring it to my lips. I skate across each of her knuckles with the faintest kiss. “You are gorgeous, Kaitlyn. Don’t ever doubt that.”
For a second, tears appear in her eyes, but she reaches up to wipe them away. This time when she smiles, it’s a little truer to her nature. I see the light in her eyes and a sparkle of happiness.
We maneuver our bodies until we get rid of our underwear. The blanket is now slumped on the floor with the rest of our clothes, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
“I don’t want you to touch me until I say so.” Kaitlyn makes herself comfortable once more as she straddles my waist again. This time, I feel the press of her wet folds against my hardened cock. “I just want to feel you inside of me.”
