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Holy fuck! I've never had sex like that. Being with Lisa is better than any fantasy I've had—better than any man I've ever been with. It is earth-shattering, soul deep, never-want-it-to-end, amazing.
I relax against her. One of her hands is still wrapped around my hair, while her other is drawing lazy circles over my stomach. She pulls my head to the side and trails kisses along the column of my neck. I squirm out of her hold, gripping my hair to shake her free. It's not that I didn't thoroughly enjoy the way she fucked me, but I want to kiss her and can't do that in my current position.
She lets go and takes a step back, her dick leaving me, causing an instant, empty feeling. I turn and reach for her, but she's a few steps away now, her eyes cast down to the deck below. I walk toward her, but she holds out a hand to stop me.
"What's wrong?" I ask. Something happened that I missed, and it makes me uneasy.
"I'm sorry," she whispers. "I didn't mean to hurt you." Say what now?
"You didn't hurt me. I turned so I could kiss you."
She says nothing, so I approach hesitantly. First, I lay my hand on her arm. She doesn't move. Then I use the other to lift het face to mine. Her eyes close.
"Talk to me," I plead. She shakes her head. My breath hitches as I fight the emotions tumbling through me. I hate seeing her upset. I want to ease all her worries. The gentle wind at my back makes goosebumps break out over my skin. "Lisa, please." A single tear leaves the corner of her eye, causing my own to follow. She's scaring me. Does she regret what we did? "Talk to me."
"I..." I wrap my arms around her, our naked bodies pressed together. I need to feel her against me. She returns my embrace, her strong arms encasing me in a tight hold as she trembles slightly. "I was too rough with you," she continues. "I didn't want to cause you pain." She thinks she hurt me.
"You didn't," I say against her skin. "I loved everything you did. You made me feel so good. Please, don't be upset. You did nothing wrong."
She leans down to bury her face in my hair and neck, her warm breath caressing my skin as she speaks. "I told you I was fucked up. I can't even do this right."
"You were perfect."
She shakes her head and moves us back to the chair, pulling me with her as she sits. I try to look her in the eyes, but she won't let me. She's back in the crook of my neck, hugging me tightly.
"I told you I like pleasure with pain. It's fucked up, Nini. I'm sorry. I was hurting you this time instead of myself."
I lightly rake my nails through her hair. "I loved every moment of it. I wouldn't lie about that. If you were truly hurting me, I would have told you."
"Are you sure I didn't hurt you?" Her voice cracks while she talks. I'm getting angry but not at her. It's at Everett for doing this to her. Fucking asshole. But I rein it in. I don't want Lisa to mistake my anger.
I keep my tone gentle, reassuring. "Positive. Look at me, Lisa."
She pulls back and I see so much hurt in her eyes. Hurt over the possibility of harming me. Hurt at thinking she shouldn't be the way she is. I cup her cheek in my hand and rub my thumb over her skin. "You are everything I want and you gave me so much pleasure. You felt so good inside me. So right. Always be yourself with me. I don't want you any other way. You are perfect to me."
She shakes her head. "No, I'm fucking broken, Nini. I'm a damn mess. I wish I weren't. I want to be what you need, but I don't think I can be."
"You already are."
I kiss her gently, without rush. I try to show her with my lips and hands how much I cherish this time with her. How I'm not judging her, or thinking any differently of her, after everything we just experienced. She's mine. Every broken piece.
She returns my kiss, but it's with none of the same heat we just had. She's unsure, and no matter how much I try to coax her, she's not as responsive. Still naked, I stand and collect my clothes. She doesn't move but watches me intently. I grab her clothes then reach for her hand. To my surprise, she takes it. We go through the house toward the bedrooms. I have no idea whose is whose until I find one with laptops stacked up on a desk. This is hers. Has to be. I deposit our clothes on the floor near the bed then lead her into the attached bathroom. I don't want to lose our connection, and I'm afraid she's slipping through my fingers. I can't let her retreat, or feel as if she did something wrong, when she didn't even come close to doing so.
She doesn't release my hand but holds onto me as I turn the shower on and get the water warm. I leave the light off in the bathroom since the blinds are still raised over the window. The last remaining rays of the sun are dipping down and giving us enough light to see one another.
The bathroom is huge, with a shower big enough for four. I've seriously never seen anything like it. The walls of the shower are large grey tile, while the floor is made from varying shades of black and grey pebbles. There are two rain showerheads and others that spray from the walls. I only turn on the top. I don't need all that crazy shit to enjoy this time with her. I want to focus on her, not the fancy shower.
Stepping inside, I tug her behind me. She comes without question, for which I'm grateful. The shower is well-stocked with shampoo, conditioner, body wash, a bar of soap, and a razor. I forgo the washcloth and shower pouf and squirt a small amount of body wash in my hands. I lather it up and proceed to wash the wide expanse of Lisa's back. Her muscles tense under my touch, but I continue. I wash down her rock-hard ass, up every ridge of her abs and to her chest. She doesn't smile, doesn't hint at any emotion, but she also doesn't take her eyes off me. I wash down each arm, paying special attention to her fingers. I love her hands. Just remembering the ways they drove me wild causes me to press my legs together. Then I drop to my knees before her.
With steady hands, I wash her from her toes all the way up to her hips. I then move to her now hard dick. God, I want her again, but I'm going to take it slow, and it's going to be about her. I start at the base and wash her to the tip. The water from the shower beats down over us, rinsing the soap away. I begin to stroke her, my other hand on her thigh. It flexes beneath my palm, the only indication she's enjoying what I'm doing. I glance up and find her eyes trained on me. I hold them as I lean forward and take her into my mouth. Her reaction is instant. Her eyes shut, and her hand lands on the back of my head. She's not pushing me but holding me gently. I close my eyes as well and concentrate on taking her to the back of my throat, while my hand strokes the remaining length I'm unable to take. Drops of pre-cum hit my tongue. I pull back and swirl it around her tip, collecting every bit. She moans, her other hand pressing to my head as well.
I begin to work her fast as I provide suction as well. It's a matter of moments before she stills my head, not letting me continue as she tries to hold off her impending release. Both of my hands wrap around to the backs of her thighs to pull her toward me. I want her to set the pace. I want her to fuck me the way she wants.
She starts slow, and I know it's because she's trying to be gentle with me. I help along the way, pushing and pulling by using my hands on her thighs. Her thrusts increase. She's moving fast, but I take as much of her as I can. Luckily, she's not choking me. She knows when to stop and pull back before pushing in again. Then she removes herself completely from my lips. She strokes herself as I open my mouth, wanting her on my tongue. I look up at her and she's so gone with lust. She's fucking gorgeous as she pumps her dick. Drops from the shower hit my face, then, it's more than water hitting me. She's coming, and I can't help but reach down and rub myself.
Her hand braces on the wall as I lick my lips and swallow what she gives me. She looks down again and traces her finger along my face. She notices where my hand is and drops to the floor so we're level. Thankfully, the pebbles are smooth beneath my knees.
She nudges aside my hand from between my thighs. "Stand up, Nini," she says with a deep, husky voice.
I brace my hands on her shoulders to lift myself up. Suddenly, I feel very exposed in front of her, like she's looking at my every flaw. I'm slender but still have curves. I'm not stick thin like the other women she's been with. Out on the deck, none of this bothered me. It was only us, and it was fast and rough. But this is different. I wrap my hands over my stomach to try to cover myself, but Lisa brushes them away.
"Never hide," she says as she feathers her lips over my lower stomach. "You're so beautiful," she murmurs.
Lisa kisses lower until she's on the very spot I want her most. She parts me and sweeps her tongue over my clit, causing me to cry out at the sensation and hold on to her for fear of falling over.
Her hands cup my ass to hold me in place as she shows me attention like I've never had before. Sure, men have gone down on me, but it's never felt this good. Never been done with so much care.
One of her hands moves from my hip so she can enter me: one finger, then two. She starts pushing them in and out while her tongue continues to drive me wild. My orgasm rushes through me with a force I can't contain. I tremble against her, cries of pleasure leaving my lips. She doesn't let up. She keeps me riding the wave until I finally pull her head away, unable to take it any longer.
The sun has almost fully set, the room bathed in darkness. My eyes have adjusted, still able to see Lisa on the pebbled floor before me.
She stands and immediately finds my mouth. Our tongues touch, mingling our tastes. A barrage of emotions hit me. Tears prick my eyes, and I try my best to hide them, hoping the shower helps. When I open them to look at Lisa, our foreheads now resting on one another, I see the same things play across her face: trust that neither of us thought possible, adoration, lust, and something I'm not even close to being ready to admit to—love. Lisa has come into my life again as fast as a storm rolls in, but as the storm eventually leaves, I'm holding on for dear life in hopes of never being left behind.
She takes the body wash in her hand and cleans me from my neck to my toes. Nothing is sexual about it this time. It's her caring for me. Showing me she's not just in this for sex. We each wash our hair then rinse off.
We step out of the shower and dry off. There's silence between us, but it's not awkward. Then I realize all my clothes are in a bag in her truck. I have nothing in her bedroom except what I had on before, so I hold the towel to myself, not sure what to do. Lisa notices, of course. She leaves the room and comes back in with one of her t-shirts. I place it over my head, holding it to my nose to inhale the scent so unique to her. She pauses putting her shorts on to watch me. God, I'm such an idiot. I didn't even try to be subtle with that. I hide my face in my hands in embarrassment.
Her fingers pull them away. "I like what you just did. Every time I bury my face in your hair or neck, I let your scent wrap around me. You have no idea what you do to me, Nini."
Looking up into her eyes, I say, "I have a pretty good one."