Flying Free (MAC Security 2.50)

“I can’t believe...” she fumes, standing up and pacing on the floor in front of me. “I don’t know how many times I have to say the same thing over and over again.”

“Baby-”

“Don’t baby me!” She swings her head to me and I hold my hands up in the air. “I’m not that person, Corey!”

“I know-”

“You obviously don’t!” she says, ripping her jacket off her shoulders and wrapping her hands around the bottom of her t-shirt, starting to lift it up. “I’m not afraid of how I look anymore, not with you.”

I grit my teeth as she lifts up her t-shirt, my eyes moving over all of the scars, scars that I know fill her back, but I can only see the ones that stretch around to her hip and onto her stomach.

“These marks? They turned me into a different person, Corey, but I got over that. If you can’t accept me as me, the me that I am now, then this...” She waves her hand between us again. “It’s not even worth it.”

She stands there, her hands on her hips and her fingers grazing the longest scar that stretches to around to her hip. I focus on the scars for a couple of seconds, the white puckered skin that has faded over time but will never fade completely, before my eyes drift up to her chest.

“Baby...” I say, standing up and stalking towards her. I run the pad of my pointer finger against one of the scars and watch as goosebumps rise on her skin. “I love how you are now. You’re perfect.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she scoffs.

“I would.” I follow the trail of my finger with my eyes as it makes a path to her breasts and I stretch my palm across her torso, rubbing my thumb along the underneath of her breast and up to her puckered nipple.

“Corey,” she moans.

I step closer, entranced by her beautiful but blemished body and move my hand around her back and down to her ass. Squeezing it as I pull her against me, letting her feel every hard inch of me.

She gasps when the tips of my fingers touch her pussy and I can’t help but close my eyes at the sound and feel of her.

“It’s so worth it.” I pull back, looking her in the eyes and showing her how much she affects me. “I’m gonna show you just how worth it this is.”

She closes her eyes and leans her head back basking in the way I’m touching her.

She flinches as my fingers feather up her back and over all of the scars. I grab the clasp on her bra and undo it, freeing her breasts and stepping back to appreciate them.

Grabbing my t-shirt at the back of my neck, I pull it off in one fluid movement and step closer, having to grit my teeth as her nipples touch my bare chest.

I never thought such a simple thing like our chests touching could cause me to react like this, I take a breath and close my eyes trying to stop myself from throwing her onto the bed and taking her here and now, like I really want to.

Slamming my lips back down onto hers, I spin us around and push her back down onto the bed, only this time I don’t lean over her but instead I pull the zip down on her jeans and take them off, ridding her of her panties and jeans in one move.

Her hands fly to her pussy, covering herself and I shake my head, wrapping my hand around her wrist and pulling it away.

“Don’t hide from me, Ava... ever,” I tell her in a firm voice, keeping my eyes connected to hers, making sure she knows how serious I am.

“O... okay.” She looks away and then turns back. “I... I’ve just never... erm... done this.” She puffs out her cheeks.

“You’re a virgin?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

I look at her like she’s grown two heads. How the hell can she still be a virgin? Not that it bothers me but Jesus, she’s at college with a bunch of horny ass guys and not once has she done anything?

“So you’re telling me that no one has ever touched this pussy?” I run a finger up her slit and her juices coat it. Fuck me, she’s wet.

“Ahhh.... no, no one apart from-”

“No,” I growl, shaking my head. “Has anyone touched this pussy that you’ve wanted to?” I ask, pressing the pad of my thumb to her clit, grinning wide when she moans.

“N-n-no.”