Page 63 of Shattered Dreams

He held my breasts one in each hand, massaging them, peppering kisses all over them before sucking on a nipple. The coarse hair from his beard tickling and scratching my skin. With each pull from his mouth, tiny shockwaves ran through my body, right to my toes.

“Your breasts taste so good.” He groaned before moving to the other one. “I could suck on them all night, but I have other plans.”

I’m so confused. He likes my breasts?

Moving his kisses lower, he kissed my stomach, and I cringed.

I’m so glad the lights are off so he can’t see my stretch marks and scars. Ugh, I hate my belly. It’s so fat. So jiggly.

His hands were tender as they massaged my body, and I felt his tongue licking me.

“What are you doing?” I hissed at him.

“Mm, I’m showing your body the respect it deserves. Every mark, scar, and line deserve to be noticed and loved.” He nipped around my belly button.

He has to be crazy.

Tears filled my eyes. “Richard. Stop.” I gasped as I fought the sob that tried to break loose. “You don’t …” I took a deep breath. “Have to lie to me. I’ll have sex with you, anyway.”

He sat up and looked at me. I could see the anger in his narrowed eyes.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He reached over and turned on the lamp.

“No!” I hissed again, trying to get my hands free of the nightshirt. “Shut that off.”

“I’ll do no such thing.” He pushed his pants down his hips, positioned himself between my thighs and thrusts up into me hard. “Does this feel like I don’t want you?”

I cried out as my back arched up and I felt his hand hold my hands above my head.

“Does this?” He thrusted into me again. “Feel like I don’t desire you?”

“Rich …” I gasped again, trying to catch my breath.

“If this is what you need.” He pulled back and pumped in hard again. “Just a good.” He pulled out and slammed in. “Hard.” Again. “Fuck.” And again. “I can do that.”

He pulled out slowly letting me feel his full length, and then he angled his hips hitting me just right, so I gasped again. “Or you can clear your mind.” He continued with slow movements. “And let me make love with you the way I have been dreaming about since you left.”

“Richie.” Was all I got out before he pulled all the way out, kissing me.

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