I got as close to him as I could, scooting on my knees right up to the couch. I touched the tip of his cock lightly with my fingers. It was so smooth. I didn’t expect the skin of it to feel like that. I stroked his cock downwards from the tip, and used my other hand to stroke his balls. I held the sac in my hand, and this was a surprise too—I could actually feel his balls in there, firm and rounded like eggs.
He leaned forward, put his hands into the top of my corset, and lifted my breasts out, so they were on display above the corset. He brushed my nipples with his thumbs, and lightly pulled and tweaked them. Hot electric wires of desire went from his hands on my breasts straight to my core.
I looked him in the eye, leaned forward, and kissed the very tip of his cock.
“Julia, you don’t have to do that.”
“Have to? Are you kidding? I’ve been fantasizing about doing this for years!”
He gasped at that, and his cock gave a jerk, almost like it had heard me too. He leaned back on the couch and gestured to me to do what I wanted.
I took just the head in my mouth, with Nick watching me the whole time. It felt so smooth, and I swirled my tongue around and around the tip. I looked at it again, and saw a tiny slit there, and then put my mouth back and used my tongue to rub that slit. Nick closed his eyes and just slightly pushed his hips towards me, urging me to do more. I slid my mouth down his shaft, stretching my lips wide around his girth. Another part of my body was eagerly anticipating doing the same thing; I could feel it. The space between my legs felt softer, more open, and it was buzzing with desire.
I pushed Nick’s cock as far back in my mouth as I could get it. He sat up then and stroked my hair, and then he started to gently move his cock in and out of my mouth. This sent a zing of sensation straight to my pussy. I tightened my lips on him and let him push himself into my mouth. I tried to relax my throat to take it deeper. I gagged a little bit, a couple of times, but I didn’t care. I just wanted more and more of him.
“I have to stop,” he said, pulling his cock away from me. “I want to wait to be inside you.”
I wanted him badly, but I have to say that I was pretty nervous. His cock seemed enormous—I could hardly get my hand around it. How could it go in me? And also, I didn’t want him to see my back and its scars. Time to turn the lights out.
I started to go to the lamp, and he said, “What are you doing?”
“I’m shy. I want the lights off.”
“Oh no, I have to see you. I’ve been dreaming of how you look forever.”
“But….” I could hardly say it. I whispered, “I still have scars from the surgery.”
“Oh Julia, I don’t care about that.”
“No, they’re really bad. Please, let me—”
He grabbed me around the waist and held me to him. ‘My love. I don’t. Care. About your scars.” He held me tightly with one arm and with the other he undid the snaps at the front of the corset. He took it off, and then pulled my panties down. He was so strong, I couldn’t move. Then he lowered me to the couch, face down. I tried to turn, to get away, but he held me still and said, “No. Stay.”
I lay there trembling, my back and buttocks with their ugly scars fully exposed to his view. I felt like crying because he didn’t say anything. Then I felt his breath on my back. While holding me down tightly, he started to kiss the long scar on my back, beginning at the top, and showering kisses on it all the way down. He said, between kisses, “I don’t love some dream of perfection.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “The whole you.” Kiss. “Your strength and courage.” Kiss. “Your sense of adventure.” Kiss. “Your enormous kind heart.” Kiss. “You’re a beauty, Julia, and I love looking at you.” Kiss. “But that’s just the packaging.”
By this point, his mouth had reached the very lowest spot on my back. His hands went to my ass, one on each side. There were scars there too, and he kissed them all. Then his hands began a deep kneading motion that pulled my pussy up and down along with it, and pushed the front of my mound into the surface of the couch. He pushed my legs apart and then lowered his face to the center of me. I arched my back towards him instinctively, almost as if I couldn’t help it. I felt his mouth on my folds. His tongue snaked between my lower lips and I knew he must be tasting me.
After a minute, he turned me over. He looked into my eyes and gave me the warmest smile. My legs were spread wide enough for him to lie in between, and he took one of my legs and draped it over the back of the couch. I was totally open to him. Then he lowered his face to my core, this time from the front. His hands pulled my folds apart. He gave me some long slow licks, and I could feel myself opening. Then his tongue found my clit, and he stayed on it, using his tongue to rub, rub, rub, until I stopped thinking about anything but that sensation. I know I was making sounds; I know I was arching and pushing into him, but that was all secondary to what he was doing to me. I felt the increasing tension and rising pleasure, and knew that my orgasm would not be long in coming.
Then he lifted his head and I wanted to cry out in frustration.
Nick shifted over me, bringing his body up so his face was even with mine. He kissed me and I could taste my own arousal on his face. He was breathing fast as he positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance. He looked into my eyes and I felt the depth of this moment. He pushed against me, but didn’t enter. I spread my legs wider to welcome him. I felt that we were crossing a border together, going to a place I’d never been. He pushed his cock more firmly, and it stretched me a bit but not enough. He pulled back and then pushed ahead a little more. He was shaking with the effort it took to hold back.
“Please!” I said. “I need you.”
He looked right into my eyes as he pushed hard, all the way into me in one thrust. The pain was like a line of white fire all the way in. I gasped from the pain and he paused, but kept himself deeply inside of me. I panted, trying to get used to the mingled pleasure and pain, and gradually Nick started to move. His motion sent waves of pleasure through me, radiating outward from my center. He shifted a bit, and placed his hand on my mound, with his thumb firmly on my clit. Then he started to move again, and this time, with his deep thrusts combined with the pressure on my clit, I rode the waves of pleasure, my pain eclipsed by this intense feeling.
It didn’t take long for me to climb to that peak of pleasure again. I had been so close before and now I was flying. I heard myself cry out, and then the waves of sensation crashed over my head and my orgasm burst through me in a rush. Nick watched my face as I came, and then he pushed one more time, ending in the deepest possible place. I felt him spasming against me as he drowned in his own orgasm.
We held each other. Nick stayed inside me, our bodies joined in simple closeness. I became aware of the sounds around us, the crickets chirping, our gradually slowing breathing. The lamplight played softly over the lines of his face. I realized that all the hurt and anger that I’d stored up over the last three years was gone, drained away by the firm certainty of Nick’s love for me. For the first time since that day at the lake, that long-ago day of the accident, I looked at the future and it looked like a place where I wanted to go. I knew that soon we would get up from this cozy spot and step out into our future, together at last.
The End