Page 107 of Little Dove

“It was a shirt, Lazaro,” she huffs irritably. “It’s not like I wore his underwear or something. It was that or be naked.” I mutter under my breath and let her go long enough to start the shower. “Ah, what are you doing?” she asks.

“We’re going to have a shower,” I answer as I start to strip.

“Yeah, no,” she says with a firm shake of her head. “I know where that’s going to end up and it’s not happening. My vagina is so swollen that you won’t get in this time.”

I pause. “What?” The idea of her hurting sets me on edge.

She rolls her eyes. “It’s normal. Or at least, that’s what the girls told me. Now, the beard burns, that we’re going to work on. Because there is no way I am dealing with that all the time. I already have beard oil for you that will help.”

“I’ve hurt you?” I demand, feeling guilty and angry at myself. “Show me, Amara. Now.”

“Lazaro, calm down. It’s not a big deal.”

“I won’t ask again, Amara. Strip so I can see for myself.”

Amara stares at me, then huffs out an annoyed sigh before stripping out of her clothes. She points to the red patches on her thighs. “See? Nothing to worry about. I put a bit of cream on them this morning when I got out of the bath, and they’ve been fine.”

I drop to my knees, gently gripping her legs to pull them apart so I can look closer. Her skin is red and does look sore, though I can see the abrasions are already healing. “I don’t like knowing I’ve hurt you,dolcezza.” I lean forward, brushing my mouth over one of my marks with the barest of pressure. She gasps in surprise, and I immediately smell her arousal. I kiss the next one and then the rest, moving to her other thigh to give them all the same treatment. By the time I’m finished, her thighs are trembling, and she’s soaking wet. I look up at her with a smirk. “Are you alright,colombina?” I ask her innocently.

Her eyes are glazed before she blinks and looks down at me. “I know what you’re doing,” she admonishes, her voice husky with desire. “I can’t take you again.”

I’m quickly brought back down to earth at her admission. I gently nudge her knees further apart again, lifting my hand to tease over her mound and down between her legs. She hisses,jerking slightly, though I can’t tell if it’s from pain or because my fingers have moved over her clit. I can feel that she is swollen, and guilt swallows me. “I’m sorry,colombina,” I say again, looking up at her.

She shakes her head. “No, I loved what we did, it’s just a bit much with me being new at this. My mind and my body don’t agree right now,” she adds when I pull my hand away and suck her arousal off my fingers. “It’s so hot when you do that.”

I smile at her. “Well, then isn’t it good that I love the taste of you.” A thought occurs to me. “Get in the shower, Amara. I’m going to show you something that I wanted to try the other night when you were in the bath.” She hesitates, looking unsure. “I won’t be making love to you tonight,” I promise. “But we can do other things that will ease the ache inside you. Trust me.”

Those last two words seem to do the trick and she enters the shower without another word, watching me as the water beats down over her skin. “Good girl,” I praise. Then I walk to the closet where I put the toys I bought for her. Many of them are far beyond what she’s ready for, but eventually, I plan to use all of them as often as she’ll let me.

I pick the small vibrator and head back to the shower, but stop just outside when I see Amara leaning back against the shower wall, hand between her legs as she rubs at her clit, a blissful look on her face. Fuck, it’s fucking beautiful. I quickly strip out of the rest of my clothes and walk into the shower, setting the vibrator down on the bench.

Amara’s eyes jump open and her face flushes. She goes to move her hand, but I return her hand to where it was. “Don’t stop now,dolcezza,” I tell her. “Tell me what you need.”

Amara’s breathing is ragged as she pants, “I just…you made me so needy, and I just wanted to ease it a little bit, but it feels so good. I don’t want to stop.”

“Then don’t,” I say as I move to kneel in front of her. “It’s nothing to feel embarrassed about. The only thing I ask is that you don’t hide this from me. Never hide that you want me, Amara. Trust me. When we’re apart and you ache so badly that you need to get yourself off, I want you to think of me. Then, when I get home, I want you to reenact it so I can fulfill your every fantasy.”

“O-okay,” she gasps, her hand moving a little faster.

“That’s it. How does that feel, Amara?” I move my head to nuzzle at her thigh, careful to avoid any of the sore spots and not scratch her any further.

“Ooh,” she moans, her hand stopping. “When you do that it’s almost too much. It’s like my body doesn’t know what to do with the sensation.”

“Then let me show you.” I turn and grab the vibrator on the bench. “Trust me?”

She looks at the vibrator with wide eyes, before looking back at me. She nods. “I trust you.”.

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AMARA

Trusting him was a terrible idea.My entire body is on fire, suspended on the edge of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt. The man is the devil himself, and I want to curse him and beg him to keep going. How can you want both?

“Lazaro!” I cry, body bucking into his tongue that is thrusting inside of me, and the devil’s tool on my clit. The vibrator felt amazing at first, but now it feels like someone is holding me over a cliff, not letting me fall or pulling me back, leaving me suspended. “Please. Oh, God, please,” I beg, sobbing, my head grinding back into the wall and my body arching deeper into his mouth. My legs are over his shoulders, and I press my heels into his back, hoping to impart a little of the pain that’s swirling inside me.

He pulls his mouth away from me, then the vibe, and I nearly sob in relief. “You’re doing so well,colombina,” he praises. “You’re so close. Just a little more.” Then his tongue is back to tasting me, rimming around my entrance before gently thrustingback inside. He refuses to put his fingers inside me, insisting that it will be too rough and cause me unnecessary pain.

I don’t know what he thinks, but maybe he’s finally started to deprive himself of oxygen from being down there so long.

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