Page 42 of Justice for Radar

He slid his hand from my side and dipped it below the waistband of my satin sleep shorts and the lace panties beneath, his fingers questing for and finding my pussy, gently stroking me until a gasp left my throat and a whimper left my lips for his.

He stroked me with his fingers, gently; teasing my pussy lips lightly, splitting them to slick a finger in the gathering wetness there. He tilted his hand to apply a little extra pressure to the top of my sex and my clit and I moaned, bucking my hips against his hand, begging without words for more.

He obliged me, plunging a finger up inside me, rocking his hand firmly against me until I panted, writhing for him and against his hand to get things just right. My body coming alive, my hunger to reach that pinnacle and to take that plunge suddenlyravenousas he stoked my desire with his mouth on mine.

I wrapped my arms around him and held to him tightly as though he were an anchor, tethering me to the earth, even as he brought me higher and higher with his hand. I closed my eyes, moaning and whimpering into his mouth – he swallowed each one as though it were a piece of candy or better yet, the sustenance he craved. He perched me on that razor fine edge and kept me there for what felt like forever, my body responding to his touch like it had to no others.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered roughly in my ear. “That’s my good girl.” He captured my earlobe with his teeth, and I cried out, slapping my hands over my mouth as I arched. It felt like my body crashed into him and the bed as though I had fallen from a great height while simultaneously it felt as though I was still falling.

I whimpered and moaned from beneath my hands as he kept playing with my pussy, his touch lightening and slowing by degrees as he let me recover, my legs twitching unbidden whenever his fingers swished over my highly sensitive clit. Finally, he withdrew his hand from my shorts, cradling me with his other arm as he rose at my side to look down at me and suck his fingers clean.

Oh, God…

“There you go,” he whispered encouragingly. “That’s my girl.”

I lay a broken shattered mess on his sheets as he smiled serenely above me, a slight smirk on his generous lips as he ran his free hand over my body and the satin of my sleep set.

He looked down the length of me, and all I could see etched and written in his expression was a softly glowing pride. He looked as though I was a work of art, instead of this ragged, tired, broken woman and I felt suffused with a glimmer of elevated confidence at that look. Like if he saw it, then it must be true, and I sealed that look away in my memory to cherish.

“You’re okay,” he murmured, stroking my cheek, and thumbing the tear at the corner of my eye away. He raised his thumb to his mouth and sucked it clean and I closed my eyes and turned into him, huddling against his chest as tears of overwhelming gratitude fell and I know, I know… he probably thought I wasso weird!But I couldn’t help it.

I thought Billy had been sweet, and kind, but my time with him had also felt so cold and clinical as compared to this.

Radar, cuddled me close and kissed the top of my head, wrapping me up tightly in his arms.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he murmured. “I’ve got you, babe.”

I think I honestly cried myself to sleep in the circle of his arms and yes, I did feel so damn guilty about it but… but I would make it up to him, if he let me.

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Radar…

I think she was just emotionally exhausted, and even though I was hard to the point of pain, I got it. I really did. I mean, of everything I knew about her I had to ask myself, rather rhetorically,just how much was one woman supposed to take?

The answer was apparently,a lot, especially where Jussy was concerned – but I had seen it all before. I mean, her situation was bad, but comparing it to the next woman? A woman like Faith… well, it was an apples and oranges comparison.

The two did have one thing in common, though. As broken and fucked up as they liked to think they were, these two women had a common iron core. It made me wish for more time. More time to put them in one another’s orbit.

I sighed, and held her close, settling in for some sleep.

God, it felt good to have her like this. Close, secreted away against my chest… and the fact that she trusted me as a refuge from the world that had beat her down so thoroughly? Man, that was something. Made me feel like the biggest man, you know?

I slept like the dead that night, with her tucked against me, and in the morning, I happened to be the one to wake first, or so I thought. When I looked down at her, she was looking up at me with those wide and beautiful eyes of hers, her expression calculating and holding an edge of sorrow. I smiled down at her, and holding onto her stretched as best I could.

“Morning,” I said softly, and she gave a tremulous smile.

“Good morning,” she whispered cautiously, and I dipped my head, silently asking permission.

She eagerly met my lips with her own and we kissed slowly, with farm more consideration than the passion we’d done it with before.

“You aren’t mad at me?” she asked against my lips. I jerked my head back and searched her face.

“No, why?” I asked.

She winced, her face scrunching and I chuckled. “Because I didn’t get any?” I asked softly and she nodded. I shook my head.

“Naw, I’m not mad about that. That’s not what you needed,” I said.

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