25
Skye
Iwake up in Kevin’s arms. The feelings from last night swirl around me like a tornado, threatening to rip me in half. I take a deep breath. Having gotten so much off my chest, I feel better. I wrote things I’ve never told a soul—things I forced myself to forget—but once those words were on paper, I couldn’t help but ask myself who it was written about. It couldn’t be me. It had to be someone else.
Kevin made sure I knew it was me. He forced me to recognize that pain as my own. I had to own the hurt embedded in my heart and recognize the ache coursing through the broken parts of me. I hate the therapist for making me confront it, but I love Kevin for not shying away once I unpacked the fuck ton of trauma into his living room.
I look up at him. His eyes are closed, but his lips are parted. I rub my hand down his chest, getting caught up in his sweat-soaked shirt. Instead of startling awake, he yawns and draws me closer.
“What do you want?” he asks with a voice still heavy with sleep.
“Pull me from the current,” I whisper.
With those words, he leans over me and kisses me. He crawls between my legs and licks me until I come. His tongue is a life preserver, and it keeps me from sinking beneath the surface. He doesn't stop until I tremble, shudder, and forget I was drowning in the first place.
Kevin wipes his face with his hand before kissing me. My body shivers from the orgasm receding into my muscles’ memories. I can feel his hard cock against me, and it makes me shiver. His hand moves to my face and rubs my cheek.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers before kissing me again.
The feeling is mutual. I crave him. He’s like a drug, and I can’t get enough. I always want more. I want him to show me the world when it comes to my body—to feel and make him feel everything.
“Can I put my mouth on you?” I ask with a nervous smile.
He sits on his knees, rubbing his hands down my stomach on his way up, balancing them on my thighs.
“You don’t have to do that,” he says as he rubs my legs.
“I know I don’t have to.” I sit up on my elbows and flutter my eyes at him. “I want to.”
“Don’t think you have to do something like that as repayment. I just want to make you feel good.”
I shiver at his words—a familiar sentence that preceded an unwanted touch. I take a deep breath, dropping my head back and exhaling, trying to remind myself where I am. I’m in Kevin’s home, in his bed, with him between my legs. No one else matters.
“I told you, I want to,” I say a bit too harshly.
He raises his hands in feigned defeat and lies down beside me. His eyes are such a rich, deep brown, I get lost in them. I trace a finger along his full lips. My gaze lowers, hovering over the curves of his chest and stomach. He’s soft but strong. I let myself wander further down. The length of him stands in excitement because of me. It curves slightly upward toward his belly. His girth is overwhelming to look at, let alone put inside my mouth.
“I want to,” I remind him.
I climb onto my knees and lean over his lap. My fingers rub along the velvet skin as I take my time with him. I trace his length with my fingertips. He looks at me with a cocked eyebrow.
“I don’t know what to do,” I whisper as I draw my mouth closer to him. My cheeks flush with heat.
Kevin reaches down and wraps my hand around the base. I can tell he’s thinking of how to say what to do in a way that won’t trigger me. He can’t dance around my triggers.
“I don’t know what to say to you,” he says with a nervous bite of his lip.
“Then show me.”
He hesitates for a moment before snaking his hand around the back of my neck and grabbing some of my hair. He gently guides me to him until the head touches my lips and I can feel the bead of his excitement against them.
“Open,” he says with an excited groan.
I part my lips and allow him inside me. I feel him on my tongue as my mouth stretches around him. I taste the salt of his pre-cum for a moment, but then I can only taste the soap he uses. He groans as if my mouth is enough to electrify him, and he drops his head back. His hand weaves through my hair and guides me lower, but my hand climbs to the point where I can’t take more of him. My spit coats him. He’s smooth and silky in my mouth as I move on him. He moans, raising his hips to push himself further inside me. I pull away and look up at him.
“I can’t take any more of you.”
“It’s okay. Come here and straddle my chest,” he says.
Nervousness and excitement engulf me as I climb over him. He rubs his powerful hands along my ass and between my legs. His cock still shines with my saliva, and I realize now what he wants.
His hands loop around my thighs and pull me toward his mouth. I drop my chest, my breasts rubbing along the soft hairs of his lower belly. I take him into my mouth again, finding it easier to follow the curve of his cock. His hot breath blankets the warmth between my legs, and I shiver. He moans, silencing his sounds by burying himself into me. His tongue teases me again, but in a new way. The more he devours me, the faster I move along him, letting moans slip out whenever I can. His fingers dig into the scar tissue as he grips my hips.
“You’re perfect, Skye. So fucking beautiful.” The words pour from him in a rush, as if he can’t wait to dive back into me.
Heat rises into my gut, my muscles tensing. I struggle to keep my lips loose, and I worry I may bite him. I’m not able to keep his cock inside my mouth as my orgasm begins to wash over me. As my body tenses, I stroke him with a firm grip instead.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper.
“I know.” He pulls away long enough to tell me this before his tongue goes back to work.
I grip his thigh as the orgasm creeps over me, spreading its wings within my belly and making me shudder against him.
“I want to be inside you so fucking bad.” He growls against my flesh, giving me a final long lick and sending me into a full body spasm.
I climb off and kiss him. I don’t give him a chance to wipe my taste away. With passionate kisses, he pushes me onto my back and climbs over me. Warmth radiates with every beat of my heart.
Surging inside me with a deep stroke, he reads only my body language and doesn’t ask for permission. I gasp as he stretches me. His mouth finds mine and stifles my sounds. He drives his hips forward, the hairs of his pelvis rubbing against me. I wrap my arms around him and dig my nails into his back as he thrusts. There’s a hint of pain, but it’s a raindrop inside a bucket of pleasure. Kevin groans into the arch of my neck, biting my shoulder.
“I’m going to come,” he whispers before biting down again.
I drop my head to the side and let him bite harder. I wrap my legs around him and pull him into me. His thrusts become deep and slow, and he’s at the very end of what I can take. The warmth of his come fills me.
I place my arms around his neck and pull him into me. I feel love in this moment, and I want to tell him. It warms me from the inside out. The words catch in my throat as he leans on his elbow and brushes the sweaty hair from my face. He looks like he wants to say something too, but maybe he’s just as stuck as I am.
“I would do anything for you,” he whispers before kissing me. He falls beside me with heavy breaths and pulls me into him. “I’m sorry I was a bit rough there.” His arm wraps around me, his fingertips tracing my breast.
“You need to stop worrying about hurting me.” I sit up on my elbow, pushing his arm lower so it lands on my waist instead.
“But—”
“But nothing. I told you, if I want something to stop, I’ll tell you to stop.” I put my finger over his mouth to quiet his rebuttal. “I don’t want it to stop. I want you to fuck me as if you didn’t know about my past.”
“Be careful what you ask for.” He growls as he kisses me.
He’s probably right. He’s so strong. Do I really know what I’m asking for? He holds back so much during sex, a clear hesitation with every thrust. What if I can’t handle it?
“Skye?” His words pull me from my insecurity and fear. “About our letters. Why don’t we go camping? We can build a fire and say goodbye to them.”
“Camping?” I cock my eyebrow at him. “I’ve never been camping.”
“Well, it’s actually a small cabin up north in the Adirondacks. Not actual camping.”
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