We rolled and laughed. I tried to get him back, but he would get me just in the right spot and send me into a fit of giggles, thwarting my attempts to give it back to him.
Dryerson landed on top of me. Our breaths heavy. Our hair wild. The smiles still playing on our lips, then falling to something more serious.
His hands came up to each side of my face, pulling the hair away from it. My heart thundered in my chest as I looked into his intense eyes. They were filled with so many things. Some of which scared me. But I knew what I wanted. What I needed. Only he could get the nightmares to release me.
As his lips came down on mine, I opened to him without any pullback. I was all in this time. Something about our discussion and the night we had tonight just all rolled into a beautiful package. It was an opportunity. A memory that I didn’t want to slip away. I wanted to grab it with both hands and never let it go.
Being selfish, I took it. Or, technically, he took my mouth over. He knew exactly what he liked, and I gave him everything. The thing was he didn’t just take—he gave. With every touch, caress, and movement, he made me feel special. Beautiful. Worthy.
For that moment in time my brain shut off, and I enjoyed being with Dryerson.
He pulled me closer to him and wrapping me tightly in his arms. My hands feathered through his hair, holding him to me. The man could kiss, and he was not in a rush. It was as if his lips could be on mine for eternity, and that would be enough for him.
Our tongues danced in a beautiful rhythm. My body was warm against his, my breasts straining. I could feel my nipples pebble and rub against him. Wetness flooded my core.
It was as if he knew, which he always seemed to do. His hand slowly moved down my back to cup my behind. He maneuvered us to the side, my thigh up and resting on his, opening me up to him.
His hand slipped between us and lifted my shirt, exposing just a sliver of my skin. I’d fallen asleep in a long-sleeved shirt and pants, but my shoes were gone. My scars were always there, and I tensed at his touch on my skin.
The shower was different. I was sick and needed help. This was … was … different. Intimate. He caught the panic building inside me.
“Every part of you is perfect in my eyes. Every mark on your body tells me how strong and determined you are. If you need me to kiss every single mark on your body to let you know how I feel about them, I will.”
Tears pricked my eyes. Why did he have to be so darn nice? He melted me with his words, and my body relaxed again.
It didn’t mean that my issues with my scars were over. It just meant that I was trusting this man to take care of me, and I really needed him to know that. Know that I was instilling faith in him. It was so important that he didn’t abuse that or we’d be done—as in never see him again done.
Quietly I whispered, “I’m trusting you, Dryerson. Please know how hard that is for me to do, but I’m giving it to you.”
I felt a tear roll down my face, and he swiped it away with his thumb.
“I’m honored you gave that to me. You can always trust me.”
With tears still leaking from my eyes, I lifted up and kissed him. Not the timid, unsure Katie who’d been around these past few months, but Katie, the fierce woman I was our first time.
I let the old me have at it. I wanted to feel like me again, not the woman with the war paint always trying to put on an act. Not the damaged woman who just wanted to climb inside a box and hide.
Dryerson didn’t waste a moment of my invitation by rubbing himself against my core. It was through clothes, but that didn’t take away the feeling of pleasure at the touch.
His hand moved up my back, under my shirt deeper, and I stiffened once again. Mentally I counted, then eased once more. He felt it because he lifted up and said, “Thank you for trusting me.”
At those words, I pushed him to his back, sat up, and took off my shirt. For some reason it felt important for me to do it this time. For me to be the one in control of showing him my body.
He sat with his head propped on his hand and watched every move I made. I could actually see the fire dancing in his eyes as he took me in and ripped off my thin lace bra.
I was strong. I could do this. I could trust him.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, flipping me to my back. He began at my neck and kissed every single scar that he saw on his journey. I felt the wetness in my eyes, but it was also between my legs, and at this moment, I could only concentrate on one thing or another.
As his lips kissed, his hand moved along my skin, lighting my body on fire. His hand slipped beneath my pants. It took him merely a second to find the exact spot I needed.
I gasped and arched my back off the bed, taking in every sensation. The orgasm came over me instantly, and his lips came down on mine to silence me.
Remy. Remember Remy!
Lights flashed behind my eyelids as the electric current kept zapping me. The entire time he did not stop, not even once drawing out the currents.
When my body finally gave up and went back to the mattress, his kisses turned sweet as he lifted and said, “Nothin’ more beautiful than watchin’ you come.”
A blush tinged my cheeks.
Shaking it off, I asked, “Are you going to take off your clothes, or do I have to do that too?”
He chuckled as I wiggled out of my pants and kicked off my underwear. I could trust him with what he’d see. And I wasn’t going to let what happened to me ruin this moment.
Yes, I had been violated. Yes, I still thought about it … a lot.
But this here, being with a man I trusted, I knew he’d never hurt me like that. It was what gave me the courage to move down the bed and pull off his jeans.
I figured he kept his pants on instead of going down to his boxers for me.
His hard length was straining in those boxers, and it gave me a sense of power that I could turn this big, strong beautiful man on like that.
That I was in control of my body, and he took it as an honor that I was able to give it to him.
He stripped off his shirt as my hands grazed up his legs. The hair on them tingled my fingers.
Getting to the boxers, I looked up and saw he was biting his lip.
“Wild Kat,” he warned.
My nose grazed up one side of his boxers, coming in contact with his rock solid shaft, then moved to the other side.
His hands gripped the sheets, and I knew I was testing his patience, but with each second he trusted himself with me, I gave that back to him.
Through the fabric I ran my lips along him, taking a moment to give the tip a long kiss. His hips bucked, and a smile tilted my lips. He wanted me, and that was a powerful thing.
Slowly, I drew down the boxers, and his penis stood at attention. Wrapping my hand around him, it barely went all the way around him. The man had girth, that was for sure. The first time we were together, I didn’t think he’d fit, but now I knew he did. We’d fit perfectly.
Leaning down, I licked up one side and down the other.
“Fuck me. If you don’t do something quick with my cock, I’m gonna implode,” he growled, his length twitching.
“Nah, you’ll be just fine.” A giggle escaped me at seeing the torment in his eyes. I loved playing with him.
“I’m tryin’ to let you do what you gotta do, but just know my patience is thread bare at the moment.” His warning was sweet, and I swallowed his shaft down my throat, giving a little swallow for the fun of it.