Page 100 of The Grief We Hold

“What does that entail?”

“Wait and see.” She doesn’t argue when I strip her and lead her so she’s lying on the mattress. Raven yawns again, and her body tenses then relaxes.

I strip my clothes, then kneel on the foot of the bed and reach for her feet. They’re tiny in comparison to my own, the skin on them so soft. Firmly, I massage one, then the other, digging my thumbs into her soles, before gently biting down on her big toe.

She giggles quietly, putting her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.

“You’re so cute when you laugh, Blue.” I place her feet down on the bed. “Now, open your legs for me.”

Lazily, she does as I ask, and I see her pretty pussy. My cock stiffens, but this isn’t about me tonight, and to be honest, a bit of deprivation might do him good.

“Touch yourself for me,” I instruct. “I want you to show me what feels good.”

“What?” she asks, her eyes wide.

“You heard me, sweetheart.”

Tentatively, she slides one hand across her ribs, down the plane of her stomach, until her finger hovers over her clit. “Like this?”

“Gorgeous body and pussy like yours, you can’t do it wrong.”

Her cheeks are a cute pink, her mouth is open a little. This is a woman who’s been touch starved. I’m happy to touch herwhenever she wants, but she needs to see it’s okay to touch herself in front of me too.

She slides her middle finger over her clit and dips it just inside her cunt, scooping up some of the natural lubrication that glistens in the lamplight. I’m transfixed by the small circles she makes over her clit.

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. Just show me what feels good. It’s a fucking treat to watch you pleasure yourself.” She has no idea just how much.

“You’re sure?”

“Most definitely.” Desire chomps at restraint. Like a horse being held back when it wants to gallop.

Her movements become bigger. Her finger slides inside to the second knuckle then back out again over her clit. She speeds up and slows down. Her back arches. But it’s when she moves her finger toward her lips my restraint fails me. When she places it in her mouth, I dive forward and put my lips on her.

It’s messy, untamed, and wild. I lick her, suck her, and place kisses along the seam of her groin. I use fingers. First one, then a second.

She bucks beneath me, and I place my hand to her neck, holding her gently but firmly in place. When she comes, it’s explosive. A hard bark she can’t keep in, a series of shudders that rattle through her body. And a taste on my tongue I can’t get enough of.

I ease her down gently, small kisses, soft licks, one last deep inhale of the scent of her. When I crawl up the bed to kiss her, her eyes are droopy with sleep.

“That was amazing,” she says. Her words are a little slurry.

“Yeah.” And now I know she will touch herself for me, I want to see how much farther she’ll go. Maybe pick up a vibrator, if she’s game.

I drag the covers over us both and settle in next to her.

“Are we not going to…?” she asks.

“Fuck?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

I press a kiss to the top of her head. “No. You need sleep, precious girl. You’ve been everything I needed today.”

She places a warm kiss to my pec. “It’s because you’re easy to give everything to.”

And I replay those words over and over until I fall asleep.

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