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When she moves off me, I whimper and try to put her back, but she leans down, taking my cock in her mouth until it can’t go any further, then she takes me a little more.
“Sweet…mother fucking…fuck…Millie!” words fail me, I can’t take it, I will take it but this feeling is, “Millie!”
She holds the base on my cock firm and starts pumping while she sucks me and swipes her tongue over the sensitive top. My hips want to move but I hold them firmly in place, I don’t want to hurt her.
“Millie,” I say again, and she moves, taking me out of her mouth, curling her tongue on the top as she does.
“Is that how you like it?” she says, teasing me. I want her to put it back in. I want to fuck her, I want it all.
“Yes,” and with those words, she takes me again, the tension rising in me until I’m about to come.
“Millie, I’m going to come,” I say, trying to pull back, but she holds me steady, taking me further. I come in her mouth, she swallows it all, sucking me dry. I have nothing, no words, just pure happiness.
She takes my hand and leads me up to the bedroom. I have a feeling today and tonight are going to be long.
A few hours later, we both lay on her bedroom floor, completely exhausted and elated at the same time. Our bodies glisten with sweat, but neither of us wants to move. And I’m not sure I can.
I trace the line of the scar on her leg that’s wrapped around my waist while she’s pressed into my side, her head resting on my shoulder.
“What’s wrong? You just got all tense. What were you thinking about?” she says as I trace the scar again and she sighs.
“Oh…” she says, sitting up slightly and leaning on her elbow.
“I’m sorry, I know, but it still makes me so angry. I promise I will find him and make him pay for what he did to you Millie, you just need to tell me more.”
“No,” she cuts me off, moving out of my grasp and standing up.
“Jack, he is a huge part of my past that I desperately want to forget. If I tell you more about him, you will just drag it all back to life. I have enough scars already, I don’t need anymore.”
She walks off into the bathroom, tears in her eyes. Sitting up, I immediately regret where my mind went; I forget she has to live with what he did every day. Sitting on the end of the bed, I hear Millie turn the shower water on. Putting my head in my hands, I wonder why I keep doing this, making progress, then fucking it up.
I need to show her how much I love her, not by fucking her, but loving every inch of her, removing all the bad memories around her scars.
Standing up, I walk over to the bathroom; leaning in the doorway, I watch as she stands under the water with her eyes closed, her hands hanging down by her sides.
When I open the shower door, she opens her eyes and turns her back to me. I suppose I deserve that. I come to stand behind her, sliding my hand around her waist and holding her against me. When I reach for the shower gel and sponge, she sighs and leans back into me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper into her ear.
The soap slides down her skin as I gently clean her, taking care to reach every part of her body. Taking in each and every scar she has, like I do every time I see her naked. I need her to see herself the way I see her, her beauty.
“Can I show you something?” I ask her when I’m finished. She nods and I turn the shower off, then I lead her back to the bed and lay her down. I gently climb over her naked body, fighting the urge to sink deep into her.
“What did you want to show me, or have you got a little distracted?” She laughs and fidgets underneath me when I kiss her.
“I’m always distracted by you Millie,” I say, kissing her softly.
“But I do have something that I want to show you.”
Millie
“Then show me, because this feels a little like you’re distracted. What are you doing?”
His finger and lips trace my skin and it feels wonderful as the tingles spread over my skin.
“Look at me Millie,” and when I do, there is something so different about the way he is looking at me, the way he’s kissing my skin. There is no hunger in his eyes, no lust, just… love.
“Jack, I don’t understand.” My eyes fill with tears as I watch him move around my body, tracing each and every mark on my skin.
