“This man is. Do I scare you?”
“A little.”
“I don’t have to put it in you.”
“I want you to.”
“Are you on birth control? I don’t need any more unwanted children to my name.” He grimaced, the fresh wound becoming evident in his expression.
She nodded, her teeth working feverishly at her lip. “Since age sixteen. And how could I not want something you and I created?”
“You don’t know me.” He narrowed his eyes at her.
“I know, Adonis, that if I ever got to the place of having your seed grow inside me, it would be a miracle. A gift to be treasured.”
His eyes seemed to grow moist.
“But you’ve made it clear this isn’t a thing between us. It’s an encounter. Nothing more.” She placed both her feet on his thighs.
His warm hands fell into position on top of each foot. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m a Navy seaman. Leaving tomorrow. Let’s enjoy what pleasure we can while we can.”
“I understand. And I’m a girl from Kentucky trying to grow up and find her way. You’re helping me.”
His face seemed to grow tight, locking down. He took hold of his erection, idly stroking it. “You have a tight little pussy. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, changing topics. It almost seemed like he was engaged in a debate with himself.
“I really want you inside of me, Adonis.”
“Not yet.” He cocked his head, studying her, his body the most magnificent she’d ever seen.
She savored him, her eyes caressing every inch of his massive body.
“You’re going to make your lip bleed.”
She pressed her lips together. “Sorry. I’m…you’re amazing, Adonis. You’re beautiful. I’ve never seen a man like you. I’m overwhelmed.”
“Let me take care of you, little girl.” With that, he took each foot and placed it on the bed, lightly stroking her skin. His palms felt calloused, like he was used to working with tools, equipment, hard work in general. He kept stroking her feet, like petting a cat, watching her, his face somber. “I don’t think I can be inside you, Aphrodite.”
She started to bite her lip but caught herself. “Okay,” she whispered.
“Don’t misunderstand. I’d love to fuck you. But…” His gaze sliced to the right, then landed on her face. “I mean, I can deal with these wounds.” He lifted his scarred hands. “Shit happens all the time on the sub. But Stephanie went for the kill shot.” His erection flagged slightly.
“Let’s leave her out of it. I told you, I don’t like what she did to you.”
“Thanks. I don’t either. Let me make you feel good. At least let me do that.”
Small stabs of disappointment poked her heart, as well as her aching core. She longed to be filled by him. Feeling small and insecure, like an unknowing child instead of a grown woman, capable of pleasing a man like Adonis, she narrowed her eyes, letting her knees fall together, not feeling the least bit inspired to be merely serviced. She had a full on sharing of bodies in mind. But not wanting to push her luck with him, she simply said, “Okay.”
“Okay,” he answered. His hands slid slowly, sensuously along the inside of her thighs, coaxing them open. His full lips parted, his dawn blue eyes illuminated by the bedside lamp, he studied her face intently.
Tara could see wheels turn and decisions forming as his hands glided along her sensitive skin. Is he going to stop? Is he going to leave? What’s going on in that mind of yours, Adonis? She felt herself poised for either a landing or retreat, wondering if she should roll over, pull her dress on, thank him for his time, and tell him to leave. Or, she could say, “Go ahead and get some rest. I’ll sleep on my side, you sleep on yours.” She watched him, breath in her throat, anxious, waiting.
As he continued his ministrations, his glorious erection began to rise again, casting away any doubt of her sexual appeal.
At least he finds me attractive. Her hands, which had balled around clumps of bedding, slowly relaxed. She took a deep breath in and let it out.
His hands worked up her legs, palming her panties. He splayed his fingers along her belly, making sweeping circles, causing her to shiver. The circles widened, brushing lightly across her taut nipples. He pinched the rosy buds, causing them to pucker even more.
She inhaled sharply and arched into his touch. She and what’s his name never did stuff like this.
One of his hands slid along her neck, moving up and down in a slow caress. He pushed aside her hair, spreading it along the sheet, stroking it, petting it into submission. His other hand sought his erection, stroking it lazily. “You’re really beautiful,” he said, in a low tone.
“Thank you.”
“You’ve done a lot for me.”
“You’ve done a lot for me, too.”
“I won’t forget you.”
“You won’t forget me?” Suddenly choked up, she couldn’t respond to this statement. She’d never forget her Adonis. Her eyes pricked with tears and she blinked rapidly. I’m young and stupid and naïve. I shouldn’t be with him. I shouldn’t…
“Don’t,” he said tenderly. He brushed away her tears with this thumbs. “Please, don’t cry.”
“I’m sorry, I feel stupid lying here.”
“You’re anything but, Aphrodite.”
She wanted to scream, “My name is Tara! Call me by my real name! This isn’t a game anymore,” but the words lodged in her throat, unable to come out. Why, oh, why, did I invite him to sleep with me? He’s in love with his ex-girlfriend and I’m in love with…with nobody.
The day’s activities—from Justin standing her up, to going down on Adonis, to calling Justin and having Adonis plunge a dildo into her, to this moment—crashed around her, creating an onslaught of emotion. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I can’t do this. My name is Tara and your name is Zack and we’re strangers. I’ve never done anything like this in my life. I’m heading home tomorrow and breaking up with my boring boyfriend and telling my parents I don’t want to be bought and…and…and…”
“How do you know what my name is?”
“On the b-b-bus. The driver said your name when your wallet had been recovered, remember? I’m the stupid girl who remembers all the stupid shit about you.”
Adonis lifted her to sitting and pulled her into his lap. “Shhh, Tara, shhh.”
Hearing him use her real name felt comforting. She pressed her wet face into his neck, feeling like a complete idiot, humiliated by her sudden outburst.
“Let it out, baby.” He made circles on her back. He pushed her hair away from her face.
“I feel so dumb. This isn’t what you wanted, I know. I got overwhelmed. Not what I expected when I left the house this morning. I’m out of my league with you.”
“Is that what you think?” he asked, gently. “Because I was thinking the same thing. You’re too good for me.”
She pulled away from him, wiping her face on the bedspread. “Hardly. I might look all innocent, but it lets me get away with bigger trouble…or, my friends at least. This is the first time I’ve been the one to get into trouble. I’ve been missing all the fun.”
A small sneaky smile crossed her face. “My friends back home used my innocent looks to keep from getting into hotter water. Like, I’d be the one telling the police man, ‘He didn’t mean to do it, sir. I’ll make sure he appears in court.’ Or ‘I’ll make sure she pours every last drop out, sir,’
“They might still get in trouble but the police guys usually soften after I speak and give a reprimand instead of a ticket. Or a ticket, instead of jail time. Justin – he rolls with a wild bunch back home. And no one ever suspects me of wrong doing when the cops show up. That’s sort of why we had to move. He got in big trouble in Kentucky.”
“You’re shitting me.” Adonis almost looked betrayed. “So you are a sassy brat.”
“Yeah, if my parents only knew. That’s what’s been rolling through my head when you kept looking at me like
I’m Snow White or something. I’m not Snow White. I just look like her. You’ve made me see…” She shook her head and bit her lip again, her face beginning to burn.
“Tell me.”
“I feel like I’ve been exploiting the situation. Using my parents’ money and Justin’s job to keep from growing up. Justin’s okay. He needs someone else, same as me. We seemed to fall in together after high school, not knowing what else to do. And my parents are only trying to help. They probably thought sending me to college would keep me out of worse trouble. I’m only taking art classes, though. Nothing I can hang a career on. I’ve got to assume control of my life. I need to be the boss of me. That’s what you’ve shown me.”
“Huh,” he said looking thoughtful. “I kind of wanted you to be a perfect angel.”
“You’re sort of right. I don’t drink much. I never do drugs. I’ve never cheated on Justin. Well, until today. I don’t know how I’m going to explain that one, but I have no regrets. None. I don’t lie, except by omission sometimes. I can still be a partial angel, can’t I?”
“Maybe. I guess I needed this to be a fantasy. Maybe I used you to help stop the bleeding of my heart.”
“And maybe I used you to help me see I need to change. You’ve done a great job, by the way.”
“Have I?” He chewed the inside of his cheek.
“Let’s stop using each other. Or else use each other consensually, the term you seem to love. I’m ready if you are.”
His eyebrows rose. “Well, this changes things, Aphrodite.”
“How so?”
“I might not need to be so careful with you.” He kissed her wet cheek.
“I wish you wouldn’t. I might be inexperienced, but I won’t break. I like what you’ve shown me. I’m going into this…this non-thing with my eyes open. I know, with you, there will be no tomorrow, no forever, only a few fantastic memories. I’m okay with that. It will probably take me a long time to get over you, to stop thinking about you, but I’m okay with that, too. I plan on using the memories to take me to the next level of my life.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously.”
“But you’re so young.”
“Stop it.” She rolled her eyes. “Let’s have some Kentucky flavored fun.”
Adonis’s eyes appeared to light with tinder, turning blazing blue like a fire opal, as if she’d flipped the switch to his ignition. His manhood, which had softened during her tearful meltdown, began to rise, jabbing into her leg. He moved her from his lap, guiding her onto her back against the pillow, spreading her legs wide. “I’m going to give you all I’ve got, baby. No holds barred. No more dicking the dog.”
“Doing what? Are you calling me a dog?”
“Hardly, goddess. More Navy talk. I’m done wasting time.” He knelt between her thighs and lowered his head to her nipple, sucking and nibbling.
She laughed, arching into his mouth, feeling freer than she’d ever felt. “Oh, yes, Adonis. That feels great.” She ran her palms over the top of his head, her skin making a rasping noise as it brushed along the coarse texture of his short, short hair. She gasped at the sensations he evoked in her aching breasts. Her hands explored his strong neck and shoulders, massaging, stroking.
He ran his stubbly beard along her tender skin, moving down her body, hands caressing, lips planting soft kisses as he explored. Hooking her panties with his fingers, he rose to stand on the mattress, guiding her legs in the air so he could sweep the wispy bits free, tossing them to the floor.
The tip of his erection released pre-cum against her calf, creating a heavenly sensation of smooth, gliding flesh on flesh. He kissed the arch of one foot, and nibbled the other foot, making her giggle and jerk away from the tickling sensation. His lips made a tender trail along her ankles and calves. He nibbled and licked the inside of her knees until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Tara swooned from the touch, from the feel of his mouth, from the everything of the gorgeous man looming above her. As his hands slid down her legs, watching him settle on his knees before her, as if she were an altar, joy erupted in her heart. She let out another laugh. “Oh, God, Adonis, you’re making me feel incredible.”
He gave her a sexy grin, and placed his palms on her inner thighs. He looked intently at her sex, as if it was serious work before him and he intended to do his very best job, ever. Drops of fluid glistened from the end of his shaft, poised between his thighs.
Remembering what he tasted like, she wanted to lick it, savoring the salty droplets.
“Love the wax job, baby. Silky smooth. Easy access.” His thumbs slid up and down her pink silk, making her gasp.
Yeah, I was going to surprise Justin. She watched him swallow, shifting his jaw side to side, wondering what the heck he was thinking.
His head lowered, as if in slow motion. His tongue extended and he licked her lower lips in one fluid motion.
She inhaled sharply, gasping at the utter pleasure. “Oh, my God.”
He gave her a wicked grin, before dipping his head and drawing his tongue along her again. When he got to her clit, he lapped at it delicately, like a kitten lapping cream.
“Sweet, Adonis,” she cried. “Oh, dear God.” Her hands gripped his head. She felt one finger, maybe two, perhaps three slip inside her and she thought she might die from pleasure. His hand slid in and out of her as his tongue danced along her pussy and clit.
Torturous sensation flooded her, making her dizzy. She felt agonizingly aroused, as if she’d never get enough of the man and his wicked, relentless tongue or driving fingers. Insane with desire, her fingernails dug into his scalp. “Adonis,” she panted. “Oh, God,” she cried.
Some weird moan erupted from her mouth as she sailed over the edge into orgasm, unlike anything she’d felt before. She panted. She writhed. She bucked against him, wild with pleasure. Finally, the anguished sensation became unbearable. She cried, “I can’t take it anymore, stop, stop.”
He pulled back his head, gently withdrew his fingers and sucked them into his mouth, an extremely satisfied smile on his face. When he removed his fingers, he gripped his erection and fisted it a few times.
“Nuh uh. No way, Adonis. That’s mine. It goes inside me. I earned the right to all of you. Your lips, your dick, everything. Tonight, you’re mine.”
He chuckled before giving her a crisp salute. “Yes, ma’am.” His arm disappeared over the edge of the bed and she heard the rasp of a zipper and the rustle of clothes as he rooted through his gym bag. His hand came back holding a strip of condoms.
He ripped one free and tore it open with his teeth.
Her small hand curled around his large one, stopping him. “Don’t,” she said, her eyes dark with desire. “I want to feel you. I’ve earned the right,” she said again, her eyes fierce with determination.
A sharp inhale of breath and a curse followed. “You don’t…I don’t…”
“Please, Adonis. Give me this much.”
He studied her, some sort of battle waging inside. “Skin on skin,” he said, as if weighing his options. “It’s been a while.”
“I’m on birth control. I won’t get pregnant. I want to feel you,” she repeated. “All of you, every inch.”
He blew out a long sigh, as if a decision had been made. “Fuck me. I’m a dead man with you.” His eyes stirred something darkly dangerous in her.
“Oh, no, Adonis, you’re very much alive.” She wanted to fall, for one night, to fall and fall and fall into the heart of Adonis.
“You’re cute, baby. An angel with the heart of the devil herself.” Grinning seductively, he placed himself on his back, next to her. “Climb on. You’re in command of the movements. Do what makes you scream. I’m yours for the taking.”
She straddled him, her body all floaty and seductively satisfied in a way she never dreamed possible. Gripping his shaft, she ran it up and down her ultra-sensitive pussy. “Shit. Crap. So sensitive.” She stilled, releasing him, dropping her head to gaze at
him poised between her legs.
“Like that? I do. I’m going to remember this moment for a long time.” His hand clutched her hips as he grinned at her. “Take your time. Do what feels good, baby. I’m here for you.” He placed two fingers between her legs and gently stroked her throbbing clit, bumping against his pulsing heat.
“You devil. You’re going to make me come again.”
The most beautiful smile crossed his face as if her words gave him supreme satisfaction. “I like making you come. You’re like a flower, opening to me. It’s the most goddamned beautiful experience I’ve ever had.” His opalescent gaze tangled with hers.
“Really?” She flushed with joy.
“I kid you not, Aphrodite. You’re like my absolution.”
“And you’re my inspiration.”
His eyelids lowered to a seductive half-mast and he began taunting her with his fingers. “I lay my offering at your…” A mischievous grin appeared. “Pussy.”
She positioned his huge head at her opening and sunk onto him a mere fraction of an inch. “Oh, wow.”
“Shit,” he said, in a low throaty growl. “Fucking heaven.” His fingers kept stroke, stroke, stroking, watching her intently.
The contrast between his caresses and the insane stretching made her want to scream. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, relaxing around him. Her hands poised over his chest, she let herself slide another millimeter. “Damn. So intense.” She gazed into his blue eyes. “Keep doing that with your fingers. Oh, yeah. That’s it. Ow. Wait a minute. Okay. Right there.”
“Easy, baby. Take your time,” he said. He looked so worried she almost laughed.
“Don’t worry. I can do this.” Another deep breath had him halfway into her. Again, she took a deep breath. “Goddamn, you’re big.” Her core clenched around him, stimulated beyond belief.
He squeezed her hips with his free hand, looking concerned and almost anxious.
“I’m fine. Don’t fret, big guy.” Another breath and she almost had all of him. She huffed out a sigh, closing her eyes and willing herself to relax.
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