Page 38 of Bound by Wreckage
Knowing her past, this is a lot coming from her. “Promise you’re safe with me.”
She nods as I flip her onto her back. The bed gives a bouncewith the action, a pillow flying off to the floor. Checking her face, there’s no sign of fear, only desire and lust.
“I’m takin’ off your shirt,” I say, waiting for her to nod; when she does it goes to the floor. My heart constricts. The marks and bruises are still there, and it takes everything inside of me to push down the anger of anyone putting their hands on her.
Gathering myself,my hands roam down her body, softly and slowly as I watch her intently, looking for any cues that she’s scared. When she gives me none, my hands continue and I wrap my lips around her pert baby pink nipple, sucking it deep and using my tongue to flick it.
She moans, and her hands come to my chest, then moves down. She tears off my shirt, and the tips of her fingers graze my flesh. Somethinginside of me twists and stretches, forming into a feeling I never thought I’d feel.
“Panties,” I growl, unable to hide my need for her. She nods and ever so slowly, I pull the fabric down her thighs, kissing her skin as I do making sure to get behind the knee, calves with her beautiful butterflies, her ankles and feet.
Her legs are slightly parted, and her chest is heaving up anddown. “You okay?”
She licks her lips, my already hard cock now completely tenting my shorts, the fun of going commando. “Yeah. Please touch me,” she practically pleads.
I kiss up her thighs, my eyes on her the entire time, and move to the V where I smell her arousal. Her body trembles and I watch for fear, but it doesn’t come. She’s nervous, and who could blame her.
Reachingout my tongue, the first taste of her sends my head reeling and my heart thudding. Her hiccups and the fact she can’t keep her body still only urge me on.
Using tongue, lips, and teeth, I devour her pussy to the point she’s thrusting her hips up into my mouth.
Her body tenses as she screams out her release and I continue to lick her, taking in her orgasm. Her hand on my shouldersqueezes me hard, no doubt leaving fingernail marks. Never wanted a woman to leave a mark on me; Carsyn though, feels right.
When her eyes finally flutter open, she stares at me like I hung the fucking moon.
“You want more, Carsyn.” Her eyes widen as her breaths are still uneven.
“Yes.”
I tear off my shorts and grab a condom from my wallet, sheathing myself on the wayback to the bed.
“Are you going to fit?” she asks, and I smirk.
“Yeah, gorgeous.” Her smile is sexy as hell as I loom over top of her. “You want me to stop at any time, tell me.”
Her hands squeeze my ass hard. “Guess that means you’re ready.”
“Yes.”
As I slide in, inch by inch, my focus never strays away from her face. She watches me intently, only closing hereyes momentarily, gasping then reopening. Her legs come up and circle my hips, her arms around my neck squeeze. My cock is to the hilt, so deep inside of her I can feel her everywhere.
She wraps around me like she was made to be right where she is.
Sweat drips down my forehead as I strain to keep myself in check. My muscles bunch wanting so badly to move, but knowing to be gentle.
“Nox, please,” she whispers, starting to wiggle beneath me.
My elbows go to the sides of her head, my mouth only inches from hers. Instead of words that I feel, which shouldn’t, my lips find hers and I begin thrusting.
“Oh God!” she screams out, her nails biting into my skin. It’s not a scream of passion, it’s one of fear. I stop immediately and pull up and out, giving herroom. Her eyes are wild searching back and forth.
“Talk to me, Carsyn.”
Her breaths begin to even out. “Sorry.”
My head shakes. “No reason for that. Get on top and ride me.”
Her eyes come back to me and the moment she clears them, she shifts and gets on top. I slip back into her warm heat, my hands going to her ass and helping with her movements. Her gaze never leavesmine, not for one second as the rhythm and pace quickens.
Noises from her lips are sexy as hell and when her hips begin to lose the pace we were at, she comes hard and fast. She raises her body, her pert tits staring at me as I thrust up one, two, three times and spill myself inside.
This.
What the hell was this?
This wasn’t sex or fucking. This was something completelydifferent.
This connection is so much bigger than anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s a gift, one that will forever be imprinted on me, making everything else in my life insignificant.
Now how the fuck am I supposed to leave her?
