Page 21 of Blissful Vixen

After a while, it became overly cold, and we went back to the car to warm up.

At home, we cuddled in bed, talking into the late-night hours. I slept well until I heard a thump. I opened my eyes to see Hardison having a nightmare. He tossed his head side to side, and when he threw his arms, one caught me on the side of my face, and the other hit the headboard. Stunned, I tried to get my bearing, but pain ricocheted from one side to the other. There was no way that the violent throbbing in my cheek wouldn’t bruise.

“Don’t! Aah!” He grabbed for his face and began wiping at it harshly. His erratic behavior was enough to pull me from my thoughts and back into the present.

“Hardison.” I touched his arm, hoping to calm him. But he shoved me off, sending me butt-first to the floor.

“Ouch! Fuck. Hardison!” I shouted as he flailed about.

The movement stopped, and silence weighed stiffly in the room. Then, heavy panting as if he couldn’t breathe. I scrambled to my feet to see him awake but struggling to calm down. I turned on the bedside lamp quickly.

“Breathe, baby.” I placed my hand on the side of his face bringing his eyes to mine. “In… Out…”

Panicked eyes asked for help.

I straddled his lap and leaned above him, not adding pressure to his chest. “With me.” I put his hand on my chest above my heart, held it there, and put my free one on his. “In… Out…” I continued breathing while looking into his eyes.

He mimicked me until he relaxed into breathing normally. I didn’t stop there, making him continue until his body released the tension holding him so rigidly.

Hardison sat up quickly, pulling my mouth to his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, glad that he was better.

“That’s the fastest I’ve ever come down from an anxiety attack. How’d you do that?”

I shrugged. “I redirected your focus to me.”

“Thank you.” He closed his eyes tightly and pulled me even more into him. “You feel so damn good all over me. Inside and out.” He breathed. “Just feeling you on me settles me. Nightmares be damn, you might just be the remedy, Queen.”

I felt him hardening beneath me. My satin gown barely covered my thighs, exposing me to his shaft pressing against me. The vulnerability he was showing me at this moment and how much he needed me made my physical response to him happen faster. More intense.

“What in the world?” Hardison put his hand between us, and when his fingers caressed my sobbing sex, I gasped in return. “You’re dripping on me…” He used the mushroom end of his dick to stroke through my folds. “Yeah…” He entered me inch by inch while nodding. “Hell, yeah…”

I gasped as he filled me so fully, it burned. “Hardison…”

I didn’t know what I needed from him because he’d confused the hell out of me. Why was this position so good?

“Whatever you want, Queen. Fuck.”

We sat still with him deeply seated inside me while I quivered around him.

I rolled my hips, needing the friction of him moving in and out of me. I whimpered when my clit was stimulated by the joining of us completely. Riding Hardison, I held onto his shoulders while he kissed my breasts.

“I’m not going to last long, Queen. Feels too good to hold out. Come with me. You’re so wet, shit!”

Raising, I rocked harder into him, fucking him so good that I watched as the control drained from his body into mine. When he was a sputtering fool, spent and completely wrecked. I slowed my movements until he slipped free. He collapsed back onto the bed, pulling me onto his chest. I stayed there antsy, aroused, but trying to let him rest.

“Bring me that greedy thang, baby. Let me clean her up.” His fingers teased my folds until I moved to straddle his face. “Move like you were on my dick. Give me goodness.”

I did, and I hoped he forgave me later for how hard I rode his mouth. He sucked my clit while I bucked, tongued me down, and had me ride his tongue. Multiple orgasms later, I collapsed on top of him. With leverage, he held me in place while he fingered me. I pulled his hardening erection to my mouth, sucking him as he finger fucked my pussy as if he owned it.

“King…” I moaned around him inside my mouth. “Please!”

“I said whatever, baby.” He pulled me back to his mouth, where he licked me until I came again.

Unable to have my mouth reach his dick anymore from the way he held me on his face, I stroked him until he came on my hands. I should have been good. But I wanted to be filled. And like I’d said it, he inserted his fingers, stuffing me full of him and desire. Aiming for my g-spot, he tapped it, twisted his fingers, and stroked me deliciously. And he didn’t stop until he squeezed every orgasmic drop from me.

“Now let me hold you, Queen,” he mumbled.

Slowly, I moved into position—Sore from the good sex and my tussle with him during his nightmare. I’d address it when we woke up in the morning. He owed me a soothing bath and a conversation about the demons that terrorized him.

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