Page 63 of Exit Strategy

“What made you look so sad just then.”

I sighed and closed the gap between us and nestled myself against him. He obliged me and put his arms around me, rubbing my back through the robe.

“I feel guilty sometimes,” I confessed. “I feel like I’ve ruined your life, and… and even though I give you this, I’m so… sobrokenthat it’s not good for you. That…” I hesitated, forcing the words out was so hard.

“Oh, no, Love. I like this very much and with you I’m not wanting for anything.”

I peeked up and his smile was both genuine and kind with no hint of amusement at my expense.

“Really?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” he said and tipped my chin with a crooked finger, raising it so he could claim my lips again.

I didn’t think. I just gave myself over to the sensations of him, the feel of him under my hands, in my arms, pressed tight against my body. How his lips moved over mine, gentle but possessive, urgently insistent, as though he would prove with his powerful body the sincerity of his words.

Boldly, he pulled the sash of my robe and I let it fall open. I was never shy about my body. It was impossible to be after how it’d been coveted, after how many others had seen it. Except now… now I wanted only Kurt to see it. Especially when he treated it and me so well.

He delved his hand beneath the thick cloth draping me, palming my waist. His hand curved around my body, fingers against my back and I loved that, that I could feel so delicate against him and yet so safe.

He guided me to the bed, and spun me around, so my back was to it.

“Is it alright if we take this off completely?” he asked. “Or might you be cold?”

I stuttered a bit of a laugh.

“Hard to be cold with you here to keep me warm,” I murmured, and he gave me a slow smile.

“I’ll keep you warm alright,” he promised. I let the robe fall to the floor. He sat me on the edge of the bed and went to his knees in front of me. “Lie back,” he ordered gently.

I did, but it took a while to take my eyes from him. He pulled me down, so that my butt rested just at the edge of the comforter, maybe even a little over, and hooking my knees over his powerful shoulders, he gazed up my body and flicked his tongue out to taste me.

I groaned and let my head fall back, closing my eyes, reveling in the feel of his lips and tongue over my most intimate parts. I don’t know why I couldn’t watch him go down on me. I was always so self-conscious, I guess. For some reason, watching made me blush and oh, how Ihatedto blush. Especially considering it was something that I had been prized for in New Eden.

I put a hand against my mouth and tried not to writhe against the fine bedding as he licked and sucked at my pussy lips gently, his tongue probing at my clit, sending fire racing through my nerve endings.

Sparkling light flitted through me like fireflies over the grass. I gasped, the gasp turning into a surprised “ungh!” as he slid one thick finger up inside me, but only one. He knew what I liked, paid attention. Even though I had never told him that was how I preferred it, he knew. He always justknew.

He teased the pad of his finger in a come-hither motion and whatever that place was inside me, that magic spot, he knew just how to find it, slipping in my wetness, gliding carefully and sweetly over it, raising that sweet blush of sensation from its sleeping state and encouraging it to lift me, levitate me, float me carefully out into the ether of that place that was neither here nor there before grounding me here with him with the use of his tongue against my clit.

The soft sweetness of what his finger did inside me was suddenly accompanied by a rich and decadent zing of purpose, and that purpose was to make me come, shaking, quaking, until I smacked my fingers against the forearm that he used to pin my bucking hips to the bed and even then, he didn’t let up. He teased the orgasm into a lengthier thing until I tapped frantically on the edge of panic, afraid I would lose myself completely and all that good feeling would turn against me and twist into something akin to pain.

He gave a little self-satisfied chuckle and rose from between my legs to stand, and the way he rose, the way he smoothly gained his feet, it reminded me of a leviathan rising from the deep. A wise dragon, capable of great violence, but wise enough to know when it was needed. The way he stood looking down at me, pleased while I lay nerveless and panting from his ministrations left me aroused all the more.

He took his time disrobing, letting me catch my breath as he carefully unfastened the snaps at his wrists and the few I hadn’t gotten to, seeing as they were below the waistband and belt of his jeans and had been out of my reach. Watching him shrug out of that shirt, pulling it from the denim capturing it at his waist… I didn’t think there was anything hotter.

The something hotter came when he slid his jeans and underwear off, his cock springing free to stand smooth and perfect against his stomach, his length and girth both decent, just this side of too much to take for me and oh, how I wanted to take it. How I wanted him over me, inside me, and oh, how I needed him to feel as good as he made me feel… always.

“Up you go,” he said, voice husky, guiding me into motion as I sat up and pushed myself back onto the bed to give him the room that he needed to join me.

He let me be bold and made me feel emboldened, so I reached between us, stroking his hard length that was scorching hot and velvety smooth against my palm. I used the slickness at the head of his cock to act as lube as I stroked him. He closed his eyes, jaw working as he lost himself in the sensation of my hand working him, even as he finished his climb and I parted my thighs, lying back so that he might settle between them.

He settled over me, and rather than it being overwhelming or intimidating, it was wonderful. I felt safe and protected, and certainly cherished as his gaze roved my face, looking for any signs of discomfort or unease.

Though my hair was braided, he still took a moment to smooth some of the stray, ever-present frizz in a halo around my face away, cradling my cheek as he looked over my face… dare I even think it? Dare I dream it? …lovingly.

“Oh, Callie girl, you are a sight,” he murmured, and I smiled faintly.

I had been prized for my looks since forever. I was used to being complimented on them regularly but unlike all those people, I felt like Kurt really saw me. All of me. Not just the pretty face I’d won the genetic lottery of beauty standards with, but past that, further than that. When Kurt looked into my eyes, I could swear he saw my very soul.

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