Page 63 of Bad for You

Die.

He’s still fingering me as he circles my nipple with his tongue before cupping my breast and doing things with his mouth that have my body trembling, about ready to explode.

Everything is heightened.

I can’t control a thing…and the submission, there is a freedom in it. There is liberation in letting go.

Lenny kisses from breast to breast before planting kisses down the middle of my chest. He removes his fingers as those kisses lead farther down.

Over my stomach.

My hips.

Before he circles my belly button with his tongue.

He is soon on his knees before me, peering up, now the one to surrender to me.

The moonlight from the kitchen window is the only light we have, but in the glimmer, it’s easier to hide.

He places his fingers into the waistband of my bottoms and slowly takes them off.

I’m standing naked in front of the boy I’ve loved since I was a child, and nothing has ever felt more right.

However, I stand corrected when he places a single kiss over my sex.

His stubble is coarse, but the sting intensifies my craving, a craving I need fulfilled right now before I explode.

He begins kissing my sex like he did my mouth, slipping his tongue in and out and sucking and licking. On instinct, I grip his hair and use it as reins to move him where I need him to be. He goes willingly, appearing to like it when I take control.

As he is fucking me with his tongue, he slips in a finger and fucks me with both. I’ve never felt so full.

I want to let go, but a part of me is afraid, and I know that has to do with my past.

Feelings of shame suddenly overcome me as they once did because my innocence was robbed and replaced with depravity, which forever taints something that should be paved with feelings of joy.

I try to block it out, refusing to allow those men to ruin me any more than they already have.

I grind on his face, my bashfulness long gone, but I can’t find my release.

I pull on his hair, shoving his face deeper and deeper between my legs, and I can feel the tears approaching.

My high soon fades because all I can hear is that fucking nursery rhyme.

Ring around the rosie…

Anger triumphs and eats my happiness whole.

Am I to be forever broken?

I attempt to push him away, but something happens, something happens to my heart…

“Siamo solo noi. Sempre e solo noi.”

Lenny’s words of comfort, of him telling me it’s only us, it’ll only ever just be us, has the wrath subsiding and giving way to a warmth I want to embrace forever.

“Tu ed io…siamo destinati. Sei mio.Say it,” he orders, demanding I tell him who I belong to.

He sucks over my clit, making my knees buckle because I’ve never felt this before.

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