I put my hands on her shoulders. She’s not a tiny woman by any means, but compared to me she is. I loosen my hold. “I’m not changing my mind, baby. I want this.”
She blinks up at me. “But you haven’t seen… I mean, I have more scars, Grayson. Scars you haven’t seen yet… I just don’t want you to be disgusted or anything.”
My hands go to her neck. She’s trying to look away from me, but I don't let her. “No… there’s absolutely nothing about you that will make me want to walk away. You’re beautiful, Hadley… inside and out. Give me one night to prove it to you.”
Her eyes widen. “I want to.”
I nod. “Then let go. I told you that you can trust me, and I meant it. It’s just me and you… that’s it.”
She nods hesitantly.
I put my hands on each side of her face and look into her eyes. “Me and you.”
She inhales sharply. Her hands go to my waist, and she pulls at the band of my shorts. I stop her, though, because I’m barely hanging on. “Lie down,” I tell her.
She sits on the edge of the bed and scoots back. It’s so dark, I wish I could see her clearly, but I also know that the darkness is probably one reason she’s opening up to me. I kick my shorts off, reach for her panties at her hips, and pull the soft material down her legs and drop them over the side of the bed. The scent of her desire fills my nostrils, and I push her knees apart, shoving my shoulders between her legs. I feather kisses along her belly and work my hand between us. I slide my finger through her swollen core, and already she’s hot and wet for me. Her hips lift, and I smile in the darkness. “Do you like that?”
She moans, and I find her swollen clit with my finger. She grasps the covers on the bed and clenches her hands. “Yes,” she groans.
“Right there?”
“Yes.”
I move down until my mouth is right where I want it to be, where she needs it most. My tongue delves into her folds, and her hips buck. I put an arm over her lower belly and hold her there. She’s filling every one of my senses, and I lick, suck, and taste her as if she’s the last thing I’ll ever have in my mouth. My hips flex, and I’m dry humping the edge of the bed underneath me. I don’t want to come, not like this, but I know I’m close.
“Come for me, Hadley.”
She groans, and I increase the pressure until she can’t take it anymore. Her body convulses around me, and I suckle her, tasting her sweet tang on my tongue. I don’t stop until she’s completely limp and her sweetness is coating my mouth and beard.
I climb up her body, kissing along the way, giving each of her breasts the attention they deserve.
When I move to her lips, I’m already fitted between her legs. Her knees are raised, and she’s cradling me. My cock is hard and rubbing against her swollen lips, seeking entrance.
“Look at me,” I tell her.
She opens her eyes and searches my face. “Last chance, Hadley. Once we do this, you’re mine.”
Her once hooded eyes widen, and she stares up at me. She doesn’t ask what that means, but I know she knows. She nods. “And you’re mine.”
I reach between us and grip my cock in my hand. I’m harder than I've ever been, and I know it’s all because of her. “And I’m yours.”
I line myself up and push into her, slowly at first, and when she adjusts to my size, I start to pulse in and out of her. She moves underneath me, and I’m close. “Can you come again?” I ask her.
She shakes her head side to side. I smile and kiss her lips. “Yes, you can.”
I sit up and lift her hips up onto my thighs. I thrust into her, deeper and deeper. “Oh God,” she mutters, and her whole fucking body trembles. Instead of slowing down, I keep pushing, hitting that spot that has her grunting and every muscle in her body pulled tight.
I put my hand between us and thumb her clit until she convulses and her body jerks. Her pussy spasms, milking me, and I grunt and release into her tight, hot cunt.
Just as my heart rate starts to level out, the lights flicker, and the glow of the overhead light fills the room. Hadley goes from laid back and relaxed to squealing and trying to get under the covers. She tries to push me aside, but I grab on to her and hold her to me. “No way, honey. None of that.”
She’s panting, and I know she’s freaking out. “No, Grayson, I can’t.”
I can’t let her go. I know if I do, we’ll never recover from it. So I start kissing her. I kiss her neck and shoulder and force her back on the bed. Her eyes are clenched tight, and I look at the scars along her shoulder and down to the tops of her breasts. Every one of them, I kiss, wishing I could heal her with just a touch. “You’re beautiful, Hadley. You are what dreams are made of. I love kissing you, touching you, feeling you tremble from my touch… I love… it all.” I barely catch myself from telling her I love her.
Her body starts to relax, and I continue to spend the rest of the night dispelling every belief she has about her scars. By morning, she’s going to be so satisfied she’s not going to even question how I truly feel about her.
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