My very being.
But we were diving in, testing the waters of our relationship.
"Then I think," he confirmed my train of thought, those fingers gliding closer to my center and brushing the very edge of the hem of my shorts. "that perhaps you should return the favor."
I blinked up at him, feeling disoriented by the sudden shift. I'd expected him to touch me, wanted him to touch me even if I still felt uncertain about my readiness for it. "What?"
"I want to watch you touch yourself. I want to know that you're thinking of me when you make yourself come."
His free hand reached out, grasping mine in his and bringing it down between my thighs. It laid against my core, touching through the thin fabric of my shorts and adding to the warmth there. Even with as warm as I felt all over, my pussy felt like it was on fire already, just from Lino's words and the way he tormented me without really touching me. "I—I don't know," I stuttered, because in all honesty touching myself in front of someone wasn't an experience I'd had before.
He teased the hem of my shorts, gliding the fabric to the side so that his fingers brushed against my bare skin. I already knew I hadn't worn underwear beneath the shorts with the intent of tormenting him, so I knew how obscene I must have looked with my legs spread and pussy open to his eyes. But even with that, even though he must have known from the way he held the shorts to the side, his eyes never left mine. He never so much as glanced down while he waited for my consent. "Let me see how wet I made you, Little Dove," he whispered, leaning forward to touch his lips to mine softly for a moment. I looked down at myself, biting my lip and nodding finally. Then I slid my hand from my thigh to my center, jolting the moment my fingers touched my over-sensitized skin.
Two fingers skirted over my clit in a slow, hesitant circle. When I finally braved looking back up into Lino's face, his eyes were still on my face, still watching and waiting. "Aren't you going to watch?" I asked with more bravery than I felt in that moment, always testing and pushing back. That was the summary of our relationship, a constant push and pull of teasing, torment, affection, love, and testing boundaries.
With a groan, his eyes left mine, gliding down my body until they rested on my hand at my pussy. I knew it must have been hard to see, with his hand holding my shorts to the side and my own fingers blocking part of me from view, so I shifted my hips, tilting them up and spread my legs wider as I put more weight into the back of my stool. "Fuck," Lino groaned, emboldening me. My pace on my clit increased, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Not yet," he ordered. "Finger yourself."
I bit my lip but slid my hand down to slip a finger inside my entrance, my hips rolling with the need to come. "Please," I begged him, seeking the approval I didn't need.
But I wanted it.
Lino offered safety. A place where I could give up my control and know that I'd always be safe. He was everything I needed to feel cared for, because I knew he would always read my cues, always interpret what my body language meant before I was even conscious of what I'd done or that I had hesitations.
He was home.
"Another," he ordered gruffly. "Tell me what you're imagining."
"Your hands," I gasped. "Your fingers, stretching me. Making me feel so full."
"What else?" he rasped as I slid the second finger in, pumping them in and out of myself quickly.
"Your mouth," I whispered.
"Where is my mouth, Little Dove?" he growled. My free hand came up in answer, clutching my breast and pinching my nipple through the fabric of my shirt. He grinned, looking at me in consideration for a brief moment before he tugged my tank top down so that the mound of flesh was free to the air and pebbled from the sudden cold. His fingers touched it a moment later, making me gasp and arch my back into the touch. With a hiss, he leaned forward, and warmth enveloped my nipple as he sucked it into his mouth harshly, giving me exactly the harsh treatment that I needed.
"Lino, please," I begged again, the thought of his fingers inside me bringing me right to the edge.
"Fucking come," he ordered, and I slipped my fingers free to brush against my clit so hard I detonated in a blinding light. When I opened my eyes, it was to find Lino staring down at me, a blissful smile on his face. "Hello, beautiful," he murmured, kissing me while I chuckled. Releasing my shorts to cover me, he took my hand from between my thighs and shocked me when he sucked the two fingers, I'd had inside me into his mouth. He moaned around them, and I sighed happily. When he stretched out a hand to tuck my boob away, he leaned forward and kissed it one last time first, making me giggle and shove him away. "I need to jerk off again," he grunted, but freed my knees and turned me to my soup. He snatched the bowl, dumping the soup out in favor of grabbing hot stuff from the pot and then he kissed my cheek before darting off to go shower.
I smiled into my soup, because I'd wanted to touch him.
Wanted to feel him between my hands, but Lino seemed determined to take his time with me. To respect the boundaries that had been set long before we got together even if his natural inclination was to test them.
It only made me want to respect his good intentions, so I let him go.
I even cleaned up the dishes when I was done eating.
All domestic and shit.
???
I eyed him warily as I slid into the bathroom next to him later that night. I wasn’t afraid in the slightest that he would push me sexually, not when he’d shown so much restraint when he had me half-stripped in the kitchen, but I knew he wouldn’t appreciate the conversation I intended for us to have.
He snatched his toothbrush out of the holder, squeezing toothpaste onto it and shoving it in his mouth. “Lino,” I sighed.
“No, Samara,” he grunted, refusing to meet my eyes in the mirror.
“You’re being ridiculous!” I argued. “The bruises are gone!” I lifted my head up, giving him a display as I turned my head from side to side. Nothing remained, no physical trace of Connor’s abuse on my throat.