always hit me in the gut, but I know what PTSD looks like.
“Babe, it ain’t pretty.”
“Nothing worth having ever is.”
I lean forward and capture his mouth again. I want him, that’s never been in question. I’ve wanted him from the moment I saw him sitting in the middle of the road with a broken wrist and those feelings have just gotten stronger the longer I’ve been with him.
“We don’t have to do this,” he tells me, drawing back a little so our mouths are scant inches from each other’s. I want to nip at his lip and pull him back.
“I don’t want you to see me as a victim.”
“Babe, I don’t. I’m pissed at the guy who did this to you. I want to dig him back up and kill him again for what he’s done.”
He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, his eyes soft.
“This isn’t how I saw this evening going,” I admit.
“Yeah?”
“Thought we’d be having hot rampant sex by now.”
He laughs. “Don’t want to rush shit, babe.”
“I want it.”
He dips his head to claim my mouth again. This kiss is slow, sensual and makes my toes curl into the carpet. He pushes me back on the couch, his weight coming down on top of me.
My thoughts splinter as he presses his hardness against my core. Heat fires through my pussy as he continues to rub against me while kissing me senseless. Every inch of my skin feels hot as he moves to my jeans, undoing them. I try to keep my mind focused on Shane, on what he’s doing to me. He’s not Hofstadter. He’s not someone who is going to hurt me. He’s a good man and if I say stop, I know he will.
He lifts off me and tugs my jeans down my legs, leaving me in my tee and panties.
“Okay?” he questions.
I nod. I feel in control, which is important.
“Any time you want to stop, say the word, yeah?”
“Don’t stop,” I tell him
He goes between my legs and I feel my panties being slid down. Bare to him, I feel exposed. My body feels shaky, and I’m not afraid to admit I’m scared, but he’s so gentle as he climbs back up me and kisses me. I melt beneath his mouth as a finger moves through my slit.
I gasp out a breath, my hips arching as he touches that sensitive nub. Fuck, I forgot how good this can be with someone dedicated to giving you pleasure. I forgot how good it can be when it’s freely given.
He slips a finger inside me, his eyes scanning mine. I whimper as he moves through my wetness, a second joins a moment later and my legs shift as he begins to slide them in and out of my pussy.
His tongue joins after a moment, licking around my clit as he finger-fucks me. I can feel my orgasm starting to build in my pelvis, can feel the familiar waves of pleasure starting to grow with each lick. His beard tickles the inside of my thigh as he continues to show me pleasure.
I fist my fingers in his hair as my thighs tremble, the wave building higher. My breath rips out of me in little pants and I moan his name as tingles start to race through my pussy.
I go over the edge of the cliff with a, “Fuck!”
Everything contracts down there and I squeeze my thighs around his head as he continues to fuck me with his fingers. I can barely draw in air as my body jerks and fireworks go off behind my eyes like the fourth of July.
He finally stops touching me and I whimper at the loss of his fingers as he pulls free of me. His beard is glistening with my juices as he straightens and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I reach for his belt, but he stops me.
“Small steps, babe.”
I nod, he’s right. I have to take this slowly.
“I don’t want to send you home with blue balls.”
“Let me worry about my balls.”
He moves so I’m lying against him, my back to his chest and pulls the blanket draped over the back of the couch over us both. I can feel his hardness through his jeans, poking my bare ass, but he doesn’t make a move to see to his own needs. Instead, his mouth explores my neck as we lie quietly.
“Thank you,” I tell him, tilting my neck to give him better exposure.
“For what?”
“Understanding.”
He kisses me. “I’ll always do