Page 82 of Totally Shipped
I pull off my shirt and lay it on the sand. “Your bed awaits, m’lady.”
She gives a weak smile as she lies back on the ground.
Fuck, I would give anything to be laying her on a proper bed. One of those fancy memory foam things that cost thousands of dollars. And with a pure white comforter filled with goose-down
I pull Daisy into my arms, and she settles her head against my chest. It feels good, and the sensation of her hair on my bare skin sends shivers down my spine.
Pull it together, Malone, this isn’t about your horn. This is about Daisy.
I would do anything for this girl.
I would live without sex for the rest of our lives, if that’s what she wanted. I’d be grateful for just her head laying on my chest, and feel honored for the opportunity to merely hold her in my arms.
I love her. More than anything, I love her.
And I wish I knew the best way to help her out of this depressive state she’s in. I’ll do anything, anything at all that would help.
I move my body onto the side, and stroke her hair.
“Daisy?”
“Yes?”
“Do you trust me?” I look her in the eyes. She nods, but her eyes have tears in them. It hurts my heart.
Fuck.
“Can you talk to me, love? Tell me what’s wrong?”
After a long pause, where I decide I’ve fucking made her retreat even more, Daisy speaks.
“I don’t think I can, because I don’t understand myself. I love Thea, I love you all, but I feel almost dead inside. Like I can’t feel anything any more.”
“Oh, love. I wish I could help.”
There is another long pause, and then she puts up a hand to brush the hair out of my eyes. “Maybe there is something,” she says.
“Anything.”
“I-I wonder, maybe if you…touch me?”
My heart does one of those flip-flop maneuvers.
“Touch you, sweetheart? Make you feel good?”
Her eyes flit away for a second, then come back to me. “I’m afraid. I’m afraid I can’t feel good down there anymore. Everything hurt so bad.”
“Do you still hurt?”
“No. I think I’m healed; I stopped bleeding a while back.”
I hold her close and run my hand down her arm, softly. “I would love to touch you. I’ll touch you so gently. Can I do that? And you can tell me to stop at any time, but I would love to touch you, if you're open to it.”
Daisy bites her lip then nods. “Yes,” she whispers. “Just yes.”
I thread our fingers, then move forward, my mouth gently pressing onto hers. It feels like a thousand years since I’ve had these sweet lips on mine. Almost in spite of herself she’s kissing me back, gently at first, then more and more fiercely.
The faint moan in her throat goes straight to my cock.
