Page 13 of Her Older Protector

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, and push her gently toward the bed. She falls back into the mattress with a giggle and I roll on top of her, burying her lips with a wild kiss while she winds her arms and legs around my body.

I kiss down her neck and down to her tempting breasts, sucking a nipple into my mouth to gently tongue and bite the delicate bud while my fingers pinch and pluck the other side. I switch sides, lavishing each side with kisses and teasing touches, until her breath comes in short pants and she arches against me.

“What next, baby?” I ask as I release her nipple with a final soft kiss. “You’re in charge.”

“I want you to—” she bites her lips, embarrassed to say it out loud.

I kiss the soft flesh under her breasts. “What is it, Leah? Do you want me to eat that soft pussy again?”

“I want you in my mouth, too,” she says. “At the same time.”

I nearly come on the spot at her timid suggestion, and roll to my back to let her position her curvy little body on top of mine. Her fingers circle my cock and her tongue just touches my fat, weeping crown as I lick the seam of her pussy in one hard, hungry swipe. I moan at her flavor and go back for more, sucking her little clit into my mouth as the sensations of her hot mouth on my dick threaten to overwhelm me. She moans around my length as I squeeze the generous cheeks of her ass, grinding her harder against me so I can get as deep into her luscious center as I can.

“It’s so good,” she pants. “I’m about to come.”

I hum my approval as I slide my tongue into her wet channel and work her clit with my thumb. She cries out and clamps her thighs around my head as she comes, and I fucking love it. I tongue-fuck her the whole time, loving the feel of her soft weight against me, her hot mouth on my cock, her unique flavor and the little sounds she makes.

She laughs as I roll her off of me, turning quickly to bring us face-to-face again. I capture her mouth in a lingering kiss. I could stay like this forever, I think. Naked with the love of my life in my arms.

“I want more,” she says. “I want you inside me.”

I brush another soft kiss against her lips. “Are you sure?” I ask. “I don’t want to rush you into anything.”

Her fingers give my sensitive balls a quick, exploring stroke, and I gasp with the sudden sensation.

“Believe me,” she returns. “I’m sure.”

No disagreements from me. I reach over to my nightstand and grab a little foil packet from the top drawer, ripping it open and rolling it over my cock while she watches, wide-eyed and breathing hard from her arousal. I pull her close into the curve of my body, her back to my front, and just let my cock rub gently between her thighs. No penetration, just the slick glide of her most intimate flesh against my hardness. I slide a hand underneath her to cup a generous breast while my other hand reaches around to lift her shapely thigh and position my cock at her entrance.

“Are you ready?” I ask, dropping a kiss on the curve of her shoulder.

She turns and snares my mouth in a quick, biting kiss. “Now,” she demands.

I chuckle and surge forward in one smooth stroke, sliding all the way inside her hungry body as she gasps from the sudden invasion. I give her just a second to adjust to my size as I strum her clit with my callused fingers, until she gasps and moves against me, eager for what else I can give her.

In my bed, in my arms, I feel like I can surround her with the comfort and safety that she’s been missing for so long. She twines an arm around my neck and arches against me as I play with her nipples and clit, hissing her pleasure while she takes everything I can give her.

“You feel so good,” she murmurs as she pushes back against my thrusts. “I love—”

She cuts herself off, but I know what she’s about to say. They’re the same words branded on my heart, the words that I’ll wait to say until I know she’s ready to say them back. I’m not worried. Until we do say them, I’ll spend every day demonstrating that her safety, her freedom and her heart are all safe with me.

“Come for me,” I rasp out as my thrusts quick and turn jerky. “Come now.”

I pinch her clit and she comes with a shriek, contracting and fluttering against me as I fall over the edge behind her.

I withdraw from her quickly to dispose of the condom, then climb back into the bed to pull her close, scattering kisses everywhere I can reach. She’s dreamy and drowsy, and it fills me with satisfaction to know that I’m the one who put that sleepy smile on her face.

“What are you thinking about?” I finally ask. “Can I do anything for you?”

“I just want you,” she said, placing a hand against my cheek. “You’re my choice.”

Epilogue

Leah

(Six months later)

“Great job, Emma,” I say as I look over my mentee’s shoulder. Her painting is dark and troubling, but it’s hers—her feelings, her fears and off in one corner, where the dark colors recede and light streams through the clouds, I see her hopes for the future. “It’s a beautiful painting.”

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