Page 77 of Axton

He started to move his fingers inside me then pull almost out before he pushed back in and teased my inner walls. My grip on him tightened even more and I felt a vibration in my throat when I began moaning. His moves sped up and the tingle inside my abdomen began to grow more intense.

He lifted his head, and his eyes met mine. I never felt so vulnerable and at someone’s mercy. He was breathing heavy and watching me as if something big was about to happen. His fingers sped up and I kept my eyes locked onto his. “Don’t fight what’s about to happen to you, Belle. It’s about to start because I can feel you tighten. Do not look away from me, I want to watch as your world completely changes. Here it comes.” He warned me just as I could feel my muscles down there contract and suddenly explode.

“Michael!” It was so intense it was almost painful.

“You’re coming so fucking hard, Belle. Jesus Christ!”

He started moving his fingers faster and faster as my soul danced as it left my body, letting a feeling between falling and ecstasy take over every square inch of my body. His breaths were coming harder and faster, moans and whimpers were coming from him as I discovered a completely new side to myself.

“You’re soaked, Belle! My hand is so fucking wet.”

The intensity began to calm, and his lips landed on mine as he slowly brought me back to earth with softer and slower strokes inside me. I felt his body jerk and he was pressing something hard against my hip. I hadn’t noticed his muscles were tensed up until they relaxed. He chuckled against my lips. “That was a new one for me. Belle, I just came in my pants just from watching you orgasm. Holy shit that was hot.”

Axton

I leaned against the shower wall as the hot water trailed over my skin. My eyes shut and replayed the moment she came on my fingers. Jesus that was the hottest thing I ever seen in mylife. I’ve had numerous different kinds of sex, and none of them topped that moment in the kitchen with Belle. I never in my life spontaneously came just by visual pleasure. I knew I was hard again and looked down to see my cock already stiff as stone. How in the hell would I ever fit inside her without splitting her in two? She was so damn tight that I could barely fit two fingers inside her. I had no doubt whatsoever that she would tear, and I never wanted to hurt that angel.

When I let go of her so I could get myself cleaned up, she could barely stand. It was as if she was drunk with satisfaction and the lazy look on her face was priceless. I had seen that look before, but never after an orgasm from a good fingering.

I knew it wouldn’t be long, and Belle would be crawling into my bed, and I had no clue how I was going to discipline myself after what I just witnessed.

I grabbed my soap and washcloth to start cleaning up and memories of our last few days swam through my mind. Her smile, the way her nose would crinkle when she laughed, the concern in her eyes when she thought I was upset, and the tears I caught her wiping away when I told her about my dad. She didn’t know it, but every kiss, every laugh, every smile, and every new stride she made in front of my eyes was her taking care of me. She was very quickly healing parts of me I didn’t even realize were broken. Every time she squeezed my hand, rested her head on my shoulder, every question she asked, and every kiss on my cheek somehow brought a clearer picture of my life to me.

I ran away. That’s what I did when I handed Natalie’s body over to the medical examiner. I turned away from the biggest responsibility of my life and put it behind me. If Creed would have approached me about that lawsuit before I met Belle, I would have shoved him out of my way and grabbed my go bag and ran toward Faye for a few weeks. I might have facedNatalie’s death every day of my life, but that was personal, and I’ve never spoken of her to anyone. Kayla knew better than to talk about her, and that’s why I was surprised I mentioned Natalie when I was telling Belle my family story. Instead of running away, I talked to Creed. I told him every detail from taking care of Natalie the way I did Kayla, to watching her get into Will’s car on that Valentines Day afternoon. I described the rest of what happened from her climbing on top of me and not stopping when I asked. He listened and even wiped a few tears away as I cried while explaining what life was like after that night.

Fourteen years ago…

I fell back asleep, but when I woke Natalie was gone. My chest ached when I realized it wasn’t a dream, or for lack of a better word, nightmare. I never wanted her that way. That wasn’t my goal with her, I had nothing but the purest thoughts of her until it happened. I laid in bed and curled back up in my covers and fought my emotions. Sex wasn’t what I needed from Natalie that night. Obviously, it was something I dreamed of someday, but it wasn’t what I needed.

What I needed was for someone to take care of me for once. I needed to be held and told that I’m loved. Someone that I could laugh with and would be there to catch me if I fell. I needed a partner, someone to make the life I was living a little less cruel.

My father killed me, I may have been brought back to life, but the man who gave me life took it away from me. Then I had to fight like hell to live, then another fight came when I had to recover all alone as an eight-year-old boy whose mother didn’t even come to the rehabilitation center to visit. I saw other patient’s families come and go. They praised them and held them when they cried. I had nobody and it was so scary. Ilearned at such a tender age that I only had myself to provide comfort and nobody to ease my pain. I was nine years old when I came home from the rehabilitation facility. I celebrated my birthday alone surrounded by strangers. Not even my nurses realized it was my birthday. The social workers said my mother did nothing wrong, and she had parental rights. The threat was removed from our home, so I was safe to return without any child safety or support plan. I was no longer a child in need of services. Mom didn’t show up at the rehab with balloons and a smile, ready to welcome me home. She showed up, put me in the car, and drove away. The whole ride home she talked about her new boyfriend and how good he was with Kayla. That night, she got drunk because the guy dumped her. She got so drunk that she made me read out loud to her the letters my dad wrote her from jail. After being alone for months, recovering from a brain injury, I was forced to read the words of the man that put me in that coma. He expressed his regrets, but his main regret was ever having a son. He said if I were never born, he would have left for basic training sooner, but he didn’t want to leave my mom while she was pregnant. He would have had a military career and would have left that mountainside behind instead of serving time in prison. That night, my mom made me hold her while she cried for the man that literally killed her son in his anger filled attempt to kill her.

I laid in that bed as long as I could and thought about Natalie. I thought she loved me, but the fact that she left my bed told a different story. Why was it so hard to love me, but so easy to accept my love? Maybe she thought I didn’t need any comfort or stability because I was always giving it to her and Kayla. She saw me as strong and resilient because I worked so hard every damn day.

It was time to get ready for work, so once again I put my needs and emotions aside, and got out of bed. That was when I heard Natalie’s voice outside my window. It was still dark and wasn’t even daylight out yet, but there she was getting into a car with Will again. That was when the anger, hurt, and betrayal kicked in and that only grew over the next few weeks. Natalie stopped coming to school. I looked for her every day, but for weeks there was no sign of her. When I did see her, it was usually in town while I was at work. She didn’t look like the same Natalie I knew. She wore baggy clothes, and the one time I did get close enough to see her eyes, she looked dead inside.

One day when I was working my shift at Walmart, Linda Sue showed up and demanded to know where Natalie was because she owed her some money. When I told her I hadn’t seen her that day, she called me a liar and caused a scene. She was going to cost me my job, so I handed her the only money I had in my pocket just to get her to leave.

I should have seen the red flags when Kayla asked me about Natalie one day. She said she saw her stop in next door, and she looked swollen, in her face and that tidbit of information made me sick. I knew because of my mother that alcohol could make you look swollen, but I also knew because of other people on the mountainside that drugs did the same. It was all I could come up with as to why Natalie wasn’t in school, and her appearance changed so much. Her parents obviously didn’t care or probably didn’t notice.

At that point I was just barely holding it together. I had no time for Kayla or friends because I was trying to work as much as possible to save some money since mom had been home a little more. I knew that wouldn’t last and I’d either be scrounging for bail money, or something else would happen like the furnace breaking down. Every night I prayed for Natalie to please comehome while I was off work so I could find out what the hell was happening with her. I knew by the way she took me that night that she had more experience than I ever suspected. Up until then I thought she was a virgin just like me, and it was hard to accept that Natalie had a side to her that I never knew.

Present day…

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my waist. The mirror was foggy, so I wiped the steam away and leaned against the counter as my image looked back at me. The man in the mirror looked older than his thirty one years. His eyes held so many memories, more bad than good. They saw hunger, torture, death, war, abuse, and most of all the image of lost innocence and the greatest sin a human could commit. I also wondered if there was a little more life coming into them as he reflected upon the good things those eyes saw. He saw the sister he dedicated himself into raising become a thriving and beautiful woman, his best friend’s dreams came to life as Creed’s Lake grew, watched his best friends fall in love, saw a little girl finally get the family she deserved, and then they saw Belle. A smile rose on that face as he realized what was lost was slowly coming back to life. It didn’t happen in an instant. It began happening when Creed showed us the deed to the lake after he bought it. Then the first contract came, the support of our government, and all those great things led to Belle.

I had the power to take a few years away from that image in front of me. To start fresh with just a little more of a mature look than the boy who gave all his hope away the day he named that dead baby girl that was not his daughter. I reached into my shaving kit and pulled out a pair of scissors. It was time to face the kid I was and take my life back.

When I stepped out of that bathroom, I was cursing myself for using after shave and not lotion. Holy shit that still burned. Belle was right, my skin was dry under that beard. I walked to my dresser but paused when I felt eyes on me. When I turned around, there were two deep gasps in the room. Belle was standing by the balcony door with her hand over her mouth and huge eyes as she pointed at me. I almost fell to my knees when I saw what she was wearing, which was a tiny little satin gown that barely covered much of anything.

Her eyes left my dimples then trailed down over my chest and landed on the tent my cock created out of my towel. It was an instant hard on the second I saw her. Those eyes darted back up to mine then dropped down to my towel again making her eyes grow even more, then I saw her swallow hard. Suddenly she turned away from me and I chuckled, but then my eyes took in a new view. That gown had an open back that came pretty damn close to letting me see the top of her ass. My hands clenched as my eyes trailed down the soft skin of her back, then to the top of her exposed thighs, and damn those legs were long. I wanted nothing more in the world at that moment than to sink my cock deep inside that tight as hell pussy. I quickly grabbed some boxer briefs, because I was going to need them for what I was about to do to that girl. I proved that much in my jeans earlier. After putting them on, I stepped behind her and lightly trailed my fingers from the soft skin of her shoulders down both of her arms as my lips kissed her neck.

“You’re beautiful, Michael. You look so young.” She whispered as she shivered in reaction to my touch.

I whispered into her ear as my hands ended up on her shoulders again. “You’re early, does this mean you want another small taste of what I could offer as a spiritual husband?” My darling little angel was trying to tempt me into sleeping with her.

She swallowed hard again. “Yes.” She breathed out.

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