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He watched her swallow nervously and lean forward again, brushing her lips against his one more time. When she relaxed enough, she closed her eyes and took his mouth harder. Her tongue darted out, teasing its way past his lips but pulling back again instantly, and then entering again. At the same time could feel her rubbing her slit along the length of his cock, warming the fabric of his boxer briefs.
She skimmed her lips across his cheek and nuzzled him between his jaw and his throat, her devious tongue teasing him. She worked her way down to his shoulder and lower still, pausing to swirl said tongue around his left nipple. He smiled. Truly devious. Then he stilled as she moved her knees down to straddle his thighs, her belly pressing against his erection and she placed another feather light kiss….directly on one of his scars.
Chris stilled. No woman had ever kissed his scars. Or even really touched him there, not like this. But this woman, she wasn’t looking away or staring or touching in some kind of twisted dare she’d made with herself to see if she could do it. She was kissing and licking and making love to him with her mouth. All of him. Her lips were over his hip now, and she placed both hands at his shoulders and began slowly trailing her fingers down the length of his torso telling him that both sides were of equal importance to her. His throat was tight and his eyes stung and all he could get out was, “Hayley” that sounded desperate, even to him.
“Shhh,” was her only reply.
Her fingertips came to rest on the elastic of his underwear and she peeled them down, exposing him. He watched in fascination as she slowly dragged her tongue up the long, smooth shaft and swirled around the head to taste the pre-come that was glistening there. The same attention and focus that she’d used on his scars was now directed at his cock and she was making love to it with such a single minded intensity that he had to clench his fists under the pillow to keep from reaching out to her.
She stopped suddenly and he groaned in disappointment. “Slick,” he gasped. “You can’t just stop. Use your hand if you want. God. Just-”
“I want to feel it,” she whispered, and his words died in his throat, such was his surprise.
He stared at her for a long moment and didn’t miss the fact that Hayley looked like she was just as surprised as he was by this declaration. He finally nodded. “Condoms. In the drawer.”
She leaned over him, opening the drawer and plucking out a metallic square. She settled back down on his thighs, tearing at the foil. He saw her hands were shaking and he wasn’t going to pretend that it was because she wanted him so badly. She fumbled the first attempt and he briefly considered helping her but nixed the idea and allowed her to take a deep breath, gathering herself, and try again.
This time it worked and he watched her take another deep breath and rise up on her knees, positioning herself over him. One trembling hand took hold of his shaft and brought up the tip so it barely touched her. It was then Chris noticed that she must have taken off her panties before she’d even woken him and the thought that it was her bare slit rubbing over him when he had been stirred from sleeping made him even harder. Hayley had herself over him, placed the head at her entrance and almost as though she was worried her courage would falter, she shoved herself down on him with a strained mewl escaping her throat.
“Fucking sweet Christ!” Chris shouted at his hips involuntarily bucked up underneath her. She was so tight he thought he was going to explode before they even got started. He struggled mightily to bring his body back under control, clenching his thighs to keep from thrusting up into her again. She was out of breath on top of him, balancing herself on top of him with her hands on his stomach. Her features were tight with pain and something he feared was close to revulsion and her eyes were squeezed shut.
“Hayley, look at me,” he demanded but she didn’t open her eyes. “Hayley, open your eyes.”
He watched a tear slide down her cheek and his heart squeezed. He pulled his hands out from the pillow and partially sat up, propping himself up on his elbow. “Hayley,” he said again in a soft, gentle voice. She finally opened her eyes.
“It’s okay,” she told him.
“Are you sure?” he insisted.
She nodded.
“Come here, Hayley,” he ordered. She focused her gaze on him. “Get closer to me,” he demanded again. “Kiss me.”
She leaned forward, keeping him seated inside her and placed her hands on either side of his head. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. Chris, keeping his palms flat on the bed, began moving slowly inside her. She made a soft noise in her throat. He worked in and out of her, building a slow rhythm. He both felt and heard her breathing coming faster with each stroke but he didn’t want to assume that it was from pleasure. It culminated in a cracked sob that violently shook her whole body.
