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And she is scarred. She hides her past, but it’s there.
She thinks no one notices. Puts up a brave face to mask her pain and insecurities.
What’s worse? She wears this brave mask to hide her gratitude whenever I compliment or praise her. When I bring up our relationship.
I’ve noticed her suppressed small smiles, her blinking eyes that ward off emotional tears.
I don’t want her to hold back. I want to embrace her because I see her. I see her better than the most thorough MRI scan, only requiring a single glance to pull up a scan of what’s going through that beautiful head of hers.
This gentle—and not at all fragile as I first thought—woman has faced life head-on. My bet is she did it on her own. Meeting her father has verified the asshole hasn’t been there for her.
Why? Where’s her mother in all of this? Does she have other family members other than them? And most importantly, what other burdens can I help her carry?
I’ll find out. Immediately.
The water temperature has lowered by now. The bubbles have simmered into small islands scattered around the tub.
Prue’s pink nipples are two hard little pebbles floating outside the water. The sight of them fucks with my head, derails my train of thought.
I dunk the sponge in the water, letting it soak. I hover it over her breasts, one then the other, watching as room-temperature droplets trickle down her nipples.
Prue—my Prue—shivers. Her body doesn’t quiver in fear but in pleasure. She’s high on long minutes sheathed by hot water, being stroked and revered, engulfed by the scent of lavender.
When they pass, she rests her head on the edge of the tub, tilting her head to look at me and smiling.
“It will be about me.” Her hand wraps around my wrist, and my cock, the hungry fucker, starts hardening. “BecauseIwant you here.”
I can’t argue with her there.
“Okay.” I drop the sponge and stand.
Prue’s gaze instantly zones in on my swelling erection. Her jaw slacks, her breaths becoming shallow, making me harder with each of her inhales and exhales.
“I’m not fucking you,” I say to both her and myself. “I’m joining you in there, I’m hugging you, and I’mlisteningto you. Are we clear?”
Her throat works to swallow around what must be her arousal. My balls tighten in response to her. My dick painfully throbs.
“Are we clear?” One step forward, and my noticeable erection rests on her mouth. “No. Sex.”
I’m testing her. Taunting her. I’m a giver and at the same time a selfish prick when it comes to Prue. Unlike her, taking care of me even when I’m cold and demanding.
Her lips purse together, and she trails soft kisses along the head. She swipes her tongue below it, tasting the underside of my cock.
My resolve cracks. I delve my fingers into her thick, wet hair, watching her open up as I thrust her head onto my dick.
Closer, closer, closer. She’s almost there, giving me her warmth, her wet, greedy mouth that sucks me so well, and…
“No.” I slide my hand down, tugging on her hair and wrenching her away from me. “No fucking. No sucking me.”
“But I…” Prue bats her eyelashes at me, a little trick she learned yesterday to drive me insane. “Please.”
Degrading words sit on the tip of my tongue. Something along the lines ofYou horny slut, want me to feed you my cum?Saying it and watching her unravel while I do will undoubtedly have me losing my mind again.
It’ll lead to more mindless fucking, to hours of pounding into her.
It’ll end up with us parting ways to go to work on Monday when I still know nothing about her. With me not loving her as I should.
No.
