Page 51 of Justice for Radar

It was nice, everyone very accepting, the women of the club sweet, kind, and outgoing and they were really wonderful and supportive – making certain I was feeling comfortable at every turn.

It was a fun filled day, but toward afternoon, Radar took my hand and with a meaningful look declared we were out. Making excuses that I had final packing to do, and we had to be up super early in the morning.

While he wasn’t wrong about the early morning part I had never and would never fully unpack to need torepack. I kept everything in my small suitcase, opening it up and putting everything away and the like, back and forth as I went. It kept me from losing anything for one, and two, I always felt afraid, and I always wanted to keep everything at the ready should I have to run.

Which was silly, really, when you thought about it – but it made me feel better and neither Billy, nor Radar, honestly seemed to notice so it wasn’t harming anyone or anything… except maybe me, but what did that honestly matter in the long run?

We went back to his place, and he led me from the garage to his bedroom with a gentle hand.

We showered together, his hands slicking over my skin, soapy and with gentle pressure, washing the salt of the gulf and the sunscreen from my skin, standing close and whispering in my ear about how he was going to taste me. It sent shivers of anticipation down my spine, and I was eager to find out just what he had in store for me.

He led me to the bedroom after drying me thoroughly and laid me down on the bed, climbing up after me and settling between my legs, low, kissing and nuzzling along my inner thigh. I pressed knuckles to my lips and gripped the sheet below me with the other, breath stilling in my lungs as I watched him with breathless anticipation.

Desire swirled through me, every kiss, every touch of his lips injecting it into my veins like a drug. One that I couldn’t get enough of; instantly addicted was I to his touch.

I didn’t know how I would make it through being separated from him, or how we would manage, but I wanted to try – so badly did I want to try, because Radar wassafe. He was so solid and warm, so caring and steadfast, and everything about him was so… so... unflappable and –oh, my God.

His tongue touched me in the most intimate of places and I felt myself falling back to the soft cloud of his bed, my back arching as he teased my pussy lips with his tongue and brought all the blood rushing from my head to my cunt.

I felt my fingers tangle in the sheet at my hip as my other hand tangled in the dark, slightly coarse crop of his hair pulling his mouth against me harder as he sucked at my clit.

My voice spilled from my lips in an inarticulate cry that rang back at me from the ceiling as I writhed against his mouth, panting, losing myself to the sensations he wrought between my thighs.

He plunged his tongue inside me and suckled me, tasting me, and making satisfied noises as if I were ambrosia of the gods, and I felt soelevatedin that moment. So wickedly powerful that I could bring such a solid and unwavering man to his proverbial knees before me to pleasure me so thoroughly.

I bit my bottom lip, and both loved and hated how my moans sounded like I was whining, begging for just that little bit more, and oh how he didnotdisappoint!

He slipped a finger inside of me and I felt my body spasm, sending a pleasant shock wave through my system as he thrust it lazily in and out of me, feeling around inside of me as though learning his new territory.

My hips jerked, and a frisson of some new and intense sensation went through me, causing my nipples to tighten and tingle, and a warmth to flood me in a way that I’d never experienced before. He chuckled darkly from between my legs, and I gasped at the sound. So primal, so predatory, so… utterly delicious in a way that called to me to indulge in so much more of it.

I gasped and he pressed a hand just above my pubic bone and swiped with his finger inside once more andholy shit!I struggled and he denied me, his hand and arm atop me pressing me and that spot down, his mouth latching over my clit and his finger inside of me edging me with such a fierce intensity that I felt as though I’d just been swept away in a hurricane.

I cried out and struggled anew, the sensations so strong, too strong, coming on so very fast it frightened me when with a slight hum against my clit it was as if the entire world went supernova, flash bulbs going off at the edges of my vision, my body shaking and spasming uncontrollably as a warm fluid sensation, as though the entirety of my insides had suddenly melted and gushed forth out of my pussy took me by force and I could do nothing… nothing but lie there quivering and shaking at his mercy, gasping and voice high and frightened, full of shock asked him – “What was that?”

He chuckled and slipped his finger out of me, chuckling and rising like some leviathan out of the deep, wiping his chin with his hand as he looked imperiously down at me.

“That was the best orgasm of your life, I would reckon,” he said. “Hasn’t anyone ever made you squirt before?”

I blinked up at him stunned and stupid.

“Do what now?”

He smirked down at me and collapsed over me, looking me deep in the eyes.

“First time for everything, I guess,” he whispered huskily, and I dragged his mouth to mine.

No more talking. I just wanted him inside of me.

He leaned over me, and I raised one leg over his hip as he reached for the nightstand drawer. He rubbed himself against me, teasing, tantalizing, and I moaned into his kiss as he finally fished a condom out of the drawer.

He kneeled up, unbothered by the mess of the sheets we’d made and made himself ready to take me. God that was so hot, watching him. I reached for him when he came back to me, and when he slid inside of me, I arched into him dying to feel as much of him as I could over and inside me.

He glided through my wetness, my want of him, need of him, coating the insides of my thighs as he kissed me fiercely, driving up into me, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as I held onto him through every desperate and possessive thrust…

You would think that would frighten me; the possessive part, but it didn’t. There was nothing malignant about this, unlike with my husband. No, this was something pure. A light that I so desperately needed to chase back all of the shadows and dark behind me and holy Christ did Radar make meshine.

I cried out, trembling finely in his arms and he smiled so beautifully down at me and encouraged me.

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