“Do you not like blood?” I ask. I try to rack my brain for him ever mentioning it when we were younger but come up empty. It’s the only thing I can think of for why he keeps just staring wide eyed at me though.
“Not on you.” He says quietly.
“I can bandage myself up. I should get out of here soon, before my father comes back.” I say looking worriedly back towards the front door.
“I told him I hadn’t seen you and to get off my property. He won’t be coming back.”
I look up at Campbell, trying to decide if that will really be enough to keep my father away. I can’t risk getting caught and being forced to go back to live in that prison with him.
“Let me bandage you up, princess.” He says as he drags a first aid kit out of a cabinet.
He sets it on the counter next to my hip, flipping the lid and digging through the kit. I watch his hands as they dig through the tubes and bandages, finally pulling out some Neosporin and band aids. Campbell’s hands look strong like I remember, with callouses on his fingers and palms. His hands look rough, but they’re gentle as they tend to my wounds. Old scars dot the back of his hands and wrists and I stare at them as he cleans me up.
As Campbell focuses on taking care of my cuts, I take his distraction to study him. He’s much like I remember. Tall, at least a foot taller than me and wide. He’s got more muscles than I’ve ever seen on anyone. His face is tanned and covered in a short beard which is new but I already love it on him. It makes him look even more like a man.
His eyes flick up to me and I take a moment to admire their color. He has blue eyes like me, but his are a dark navy blue with a cooper ring circling the pupil. We stare at each other for a minute and I watch as his thick tongue comes out and licks his full bottom lip. He leans into me and I hold my breath.
He’s going to kiss me again. I wonder what his beard will feel like. Will it hurt? Or tickle?
I lean in closer to him and I can feel his warm breath as it fans over my face. I look up into his eyes and see them focused on my lips. I lean closer to him trying to leverage myself up on the counter even more. He steps between my legs and I spread my thighs wide to accommodate his size. I wrap my legs around his waist and hiss as his jeans brush against a cut on my foot. Campbell pulls back immediately and he has my foot in his hands a minute later.
“Sorry, princess. I got distracted. Let me finish taking care of you.”
“It’s ok. I liked you getting distracted.” I admit shyly.
“Me too.” He says under his breath.
His finger brushes along my foot and the feeling tickles. I giggle as I try to pull my foot away from him. Campbell smiles up at me, grabbing my ankle tightly and bringing my foot back to him. He tickles my foot for a minute and I giggle and squirm on the countertop. My legs spread open wider as my dress scrunches up around my hips. Campbell smiles at me before he sees how I’m spread out in front of him.
His eyes darken as they lock between my legs. I can feel the tingles start at my center and I let my legs fall open wider. Campbell has been the only one to ever make me feel like this. I used to get tingles between my legs when we were younger and he would hold my hand or kiss me but this feels different. Maybe because there isn’t a fence separating us this time.
I know that I should cover up but I’m addicted to the way that Campbell is staring down at me. Campbell’s hands come down on my knees and he snaps my legs closed. The weight of his hands on my knees and the pressure from him pushing my legs together only causes the tingles in my center to increase. I moan as I try to scoot closer to him on the counter.
“That feels good.”
“Salem.” Campbell groans as his hands trace higher up my thighs.
My hands grip onto his shoulders as I try to work my hips closer to him. I lift one hand up and trail it along his beard.
“I like this.” I say as my fingers keep touching it. The wiry hairs tickle my palms and I smile as I rub it back and forth across my hands.
“It tickles.” I say with a laugh as I continue to rub it across my palms. “Will it tickle me everywhere?” I ask as I look up at him.
He groans long and low as he screws his eyes shut tight. His hands tighten on my legs and my dress rides up higher. I can feel the cold counter on my bare bottom and I moan at the different sensations. Campbell is making me so hot and I can feel as my wetness drips out of me to pool on the vanity beneath me.
“Do you want to find out, princess?” He asks huskily.
I nod and Campbell drops to his knees in front of me. He pulls my hips all the way to the edge of the counter before he leans forward and I can feel his hot breath as he takes a deep breath of me. I feel the scratchy hairs of his beard next as he leans closer and then, his warm wet tongue as it parts my delicate flesh.
He takes long, slow licks up my center as I lean back on the sink. I’ve been fantasizing about Campbell touching me like this for years but this is better than anything I could have imagined. I moan as he eats at me, gasping when he licks a special spot between my legs. It feels like he plugged me into a socket and he licks and sucks at the same spot over and over. My hips rock against his face and I can feel the hairs of his beard as they scrape along my sensitive flesh. He licks and sucks my pussy until the tingles get too big and I can’t hold them back anymore. I go off like a firework, collapsing back against the mirror and sink as he licks me until I come back down.
I close my eyes, trying to calm my heart and slow my breathing. I feel him as he stands and then lifts me into his arms. I rest my head against his shoulder and yawn as I feel him carry me out of the bathroom. My eyes get heavier and I close them, just for a minute, as he lays me down on a bed. I can smell Campbell’s scent all around me and I start to drift off as he pulls a blanket over me.
“Sleep, princess.” He whispers against my forehead.
Chapter Four
Campbell