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I would promise her the world if she wanted me to.
Kaitlyn lifts her body up a few inches and then grabs my member. She directs it to her entrance and then slowly sinks down onto me. My eyes roll back into my head as I adjust to the feeling of her on top of me. I’m forced to bite my lip and grab onto a pillow to keep from reaching out and grabbing her.
She waits when she’s taken me all the way into her, sitting comfortably on my lap once more. When I open my eyes, I see her staring at me. Kaitlyn places her hands on my chest for stability and slowly starts to swivel her hips.
It is a testament to my self-control that I don’t grab her and crush my hips against her to soothe my aching needs. This is Kaitlyn’s game; I’m just playing by her rules.
The more comfortable she gets, the more she moves. She lifts her body and slowly slides back down on my cock. I may have dreamt about this moment and imagined how it would go, but the reality is so much better. She is tighter than I could have guessed, strangling me with her pussy. Her wetness is like a slip-and-slide and she controls the situation by gliding up and down on me until she’s panting for breath.
“Hands,” Kaitlyn moans after a few minutes, “here.” She gestures me toward her hips and I am quick to reach out and hold her.
Touching her adds another level to the experience. It isn’t enough that she’s riding me like a racehorse, but to feel and help her body move just right makes it even better.
I deviate from her hips only once. It’s to reach toward her center and position my thumb over her clit. It’s a tense moment when she realizes that I’m touching her without her command, but then she surrenders to the feelings.
Kaitlyn tosses her head back and her brown locks tumble behind her. With one hand on the couch and the other holding onto my arm, she takes her pleasure from my body. I rub her clit with the pad of my thumb until she’s breathing heavily and begging me not to stop.
When she comes, I shower her with praise. She’s a good girl, a tight girl, a girl that makes me want to bury myself inside of her and coat her walls with my cum.
In all my life, I’ve never felt luckier than when I burst inside of her. This fragile, vulnerable woman entrusted me with her body. There is truly nothing more that I could ask for.
12
KAITLYN
We woke Frankie. She comes out of the bedroom with her head cocked. When she arrives at the edge of the couch to see Mitchell and me in a heap of bodies on the couch, she starts looking around for her place. She’s used to lying beside me or making room for herself if I didn’t leave her any, but with Mitchell here, too, she can’t seem to find a place to lay. With a few whimpers, she draws us from our post-coital glow and we’re forced to right ourselves and give her attention.
I grab the blanket from the ground and wrap it around my shoulders once more. I’m not ashamed of my body, I’m just cold after I have sex. “At least she waited until we were finished,” I announce with a lopsided grin.
Mitchell looks around for another blanket before settling on just grabbing his sweats and pulling them on, sans underwear. “She’s a very good girl,” he pets her on the head as she finds a spot between us on the couch.
She’s warming up to Mitchell. She wasn’t too sure of him that first night he was here, but with his presence becoming more of a staple in her household, Frankie is getting used to him. Snuggled between the two of us, she gets pets from us both. Mitchell scratches her ears while I run my hand up and down her back.
“How do you feel?” Mitchell asks after a few minutes.
Honestly, I’m not sure. While we were having sex, I was keenly aware of the memories I was trying to erase. I thought that being with Mitchell and having him there to treat me with respect and consent would change what happened to me. I’d feel less like a victim and more like a woman who was taking control of her life.
But in actuality, I just feel a little lighter and a little more empty. “Is it weird that that didn’t help as much as I thought it would? I don’t regret what happened,” I rush to explain when I see the look of horror on his face, “I just thought it would change things. I thought that I’d feel better.”
Mitchell stops petting Frankie to reach over to me. He rests his comforting hand on my thigh and gives me a half-hearted smile. “To be honest, I didn’t think that was going to help very much. I hoped that it would have provided the comfort you needed and I was willing to do whatever it took to be that comfort, but sex isn’t a cure-all. Nothing is, I think.”
I frown at him for a minute, taking in his ruggedly handsome features. Mitchell Jennings is a good guy. He’s a police officer who’s done more than save me from a couple of robbers. He makes me feel safe and secure, something that I didn’t know I needed until that safety and security were threatened. “So how do I heal?” I ask quietly, my voice barely breaking a whisper.
His hand tightens on my leg reassuringly. “I think it’s a combination of things. It’s talking about what happened to you with someone who can help you through it. It’s facing the things that now scare you. It’s sharing those moments with people who love you. It’s finding things that bring you happiness again. And it’s time. Most of all, it’s time. Because even if you went out today, told your friends and family, found a therapist, and then went skydiving, you wouldn’t wake up tomorrow feeling better. Healing doesn’t happen overnight, Kaitlyn.”
I always thought the answer was time, I just thought it was the only answer. I’ve healed from grief over time. I’ve healed from the loss of things and people. I didn’t think that I’d need to heal from this.
“It’s easy to get lost inside yourself when everything you know is threatened,” Mitchell says after a few quiet minutes pass. “You feel like a turtle and it seems easier to duck into your shell and pretend all the bad and horrible things don’t matter. For some people that works, but for others, it takes more than that. It takes support from all kinds of sources.”
The dam that’s been holding back all my emotions feels like it’s cracking. Pain rushes in like a tidal wave threatening to overtake me. “I don’t know if I can tell my friends and family.” I can barely look at Mitchell when I say that. “What if my friends think less of me?”
Mitchell scoots Frankie off the couch. As she’s forced to the floor, she looks back at us with an unmistakable annoyance on her furry features. But Mitchell wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his body, holding me with his big strong arms and making me feel safe once more. “They wouldn’t think less of you. Bad things happen to people every day. All you did was take your dog out for a walk like you’ve done a thousand times before. It isn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything to deserve this.”
“I left my door unlocked,” I whisper. “I didn’t bring pepper spray or anything. I talked to those guys instead of turning around and calling the cops.”
He doesn’t let me go or tell me that I made a mistake. “If I could tell you the number of times I’ve been called to someone’s house because they left their car unlocked with the keys inside and someone stole it. People aren’t to blame for being victims, Kaitlyn, but there are ways to protect yourself against some crimes. What happened to you was foreseeable.” Being in his arms makes me feel like all the trouble and horror outside my apartment won’t ever touch.
“You could have locked your door, sure, but you were only going to be outside for five minutes. You didn’t take a weapon because you’re at home in a relatively safe neighborhood. There was almost no reason for you to need to be afraid of going for a quick walk with your dog. And sure, you could have turned around and called the cops instead of talking to those guys, but just as easily, you could have called them out and they could have run away in fear. You did all that was expected of you.”
