The Lies We Tell Ourselves

by ysar

"The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in denial of what we do, even what we think. We do this because we're afraid." The lie he told to protect her has had nine years to destroy her, and it's time to pick up the pieces.

14. Chapter 14

~2001~

What little control I have is broken, and I press into her hand, her fingers straining to wrap around my cock beneath the restrictive fabric of my jeans. I draw her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard against the lace as I reach down to undo my belt and ditch every piece of clothing I have on. She releases her hold to help push my boxers down, and I take advantage of the moment, standing quickly to shed them before pushing her thighs apart and running my tongue over the pretty lace that covers what I want most.

Her hips jerk up, pressing into my face, and I push them back down again, holding her still.

She nods, her eyes wide and her breaths coming in short pants as I raise up on my knees and hook my fingers under each side of her panties, pulling them down over her smooth thighs and finally tossing them aside.

I kiss up the insides of her thighs, stopping each time she bucks upward until she settles down again, and finally find myself right there, my face just inches away from that part of her I've only touched in rushed, dark sessions before. To have her here, splayed out before me, offering that sweet slick wetness my tongue craves…it's beyond heaven.

She's surprisingly strong for her size, her hips wresting free of my hold and pushing up against my face. Her hands are in my hair, trying to force me closer, needing more, needing me. I chuckle, and her whole body shudders, a small whimper escaping her lips. "Please…" she breathes, and I can't deny her.