Page 44 of Saving Me
“Cum for me, baby.” His lips find my clit, and when he sucks hard, my orgasm slams into me with such force that I cry out his name as tears fill my eyes. My body pulses around his fingers as he continues to move deeper, sending sparks spiraling deep inside.
I finally go limp in his hands, breathing heavily as I slowly release my white knuckle grip on the sheets.
He places a soft kiss to my center before kissing along my stomach. I feel him hard against me, and I suddenly want to return the gift. I pull his head down to mine and crush my lips to his.
Moaning, he deepens the kiss, welcoming me in without hesitation. I taste myself on his tongue and suddenly feel pleased that it’s me he’s coated with. I push him onto his back so I’m straddling him.
“My turn,” I smile.
“You don’t owe me anything, Lyla. I’m okay with moving at your pace.”
“I want to.” I touch the buckle of his pants. “May I?”
“You don’t ever have to ask me permission. I’m forever yours to do with as you please.”
I quickly free him and get him out of his pants and boxer briefs. My eyes take him in, and like him, I want to memorize every detail I can.
He’s hard and swollen for me, and I watch, fascinated, as arousal leaks out of his tip. Knowing I’m doing this to him makes me even more desperate to please him.
His eyes are hooded as he watches me reach out to touch him. Velvet skin touches my hand as I circle his length. “God, Lyla. You have me so hard right now with the way you are looking at me.”
He moans when I slide my hand down before bringing it back up, swiping the tip, and catching his arousal with my finger. Curious about how he tastes, I touch my tongue before sucking it clean. Sweet and salty hit my taste buds, and I smile when I realize how much I enjoy it.
“Jesus,” he rasps out, watching my every move.
“I’m not very good at this,” I whisper. “So if you don’t cum it’s okay.”
Something flashes briefly in his eyes…anger…sadness, I can’t tell. “That’s not possible. I’m barely hanging on as it is, and you haven’t even started. Just having those beautiful lips around me is going to be my undoing. There is nothing you could do that wouldn’t feel fucking amazing.”
His words fill me with confidence as I lean forward and wrap my lips around him. A moan escapes him, and that’s all the encouragement I need to bring him deeper.
I quickly realize how different I feel from my experience in the past. I’m not repulsed or disgusted to the point of gagging and wanting to vomit. I’m…enjoying it. A deep need to please him has me unlocking a side of me I didn’t know I had.
I set a pace that has him gripping my hair. His breath becomes shallow as he guides me.
“That’s it, baby. You feel fucking incredible.” He moans when I relax my jaw further and bring him to the back of my throat. “Fuck, Lyla,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hair.
His words and sounds arouse me as I moan around his cock and suck harder.
“I’m going to cum, Lyla,” he rasps, giving me a warning in case I want to release him. I don’t let go, though, wanting to feelwhat it’s like to have his taste fill my throat. I want this. I want every part of him that he can give me.
I bring him deeper, letting him know I’m not going anywhere.
He lifts his hips with a shout as he releases into me. Warmth fills my throat as I greedily take it all. I make sure I don’t miss a drop before slowly pulling back. His arm is across his forehead, and his breaths are jagged.
“Come here,” he whispers, sitting up and pulling me up to him. He wraps his arms around me, and I feel his heart beating rapidly as I lay my head on his chest. He holds me tight until I finally hear the beat of his heart return to a normal rhythm.
“Why did you say you weren’t good at it?” His voice breaks the silence, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the past. “I need to know what happened if we are going to move forward. I can’t undo the damage he has caused you if I don’t know how deep it runs.”
“You’re not going to like it,” I whisper. Fear hits me that he will run after this, and I start to shiver against his chest. He pulls the covers over me and strokes my hair.
“You’re right. I’m not going to like it. In fact, I’m going to want to track the fucker down and beat the shit out of him. But nothing you tell me is going to change the way I feel about you. I’m not going anywhere, Lyla. We will work through this together, but I can’t be in the dark anymore. I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.”
“Promise me, you won’t hate me,” I say, barely able to get the words out.
“I could never hate you, but I will promise you if it will make you feel better. You can trust me,” he says softly.
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and tell my story aloud for the first time ever.
