by Kay Maree
"What's so funny?"
"The expression on your face as you relived Sergio's first touch all over again."
"Do you think it's too soon after everything?" It's a question which has played on a loop in my head, a question I haven't been able to answer.
"Do you trust Sergio?"
"With my life." I don't need time to answer that question.
"Then let him help you to feel, to love."
Her words soak into me and I nod. I wonder though, if I have the courage to allow him in. Deep down I know he wants to protect me and he's shown me so much patience and kindness. I know in my very bones, he would never hurt me.
I want to feel. I want to love. I want him to help me.
Chapter Twenty
Sergio
I saunter into the bathroom, strip out of my workout clothes and toss them into the hamper in the corner. I flip the shower taps on cool and step into the huge cubicle. The spray of water pounds into my sore muscles as I lather the soap and wash the sweat from my body.
Once done, I rest my forehead against the tiles and allow the cool water to run down my back. I grip my hard cock and feel it strain against my stomach. I close my eyes and squeeze tight, pumping a few times while picturing Kirsty's small hand working me over instead of mine.
I picture my girl bouncing on her toes and throwing punch after punch into the bag while sweat drips down her face and disappears between her tits. I growl with jealousy now, wishing my tongue had been sucking up every drop. I lick my lips wondering if she'd taste like sweet cinnamon, the scent which fills my nose whenever I'm near her.
"Fuck, I need to get my shit together," I growl before turning, leaning back on the tiles and letting the water run over my chest. I hope in vain it might help soothe my aching cock, nothing else seems to these days.
I grip my rock-hard cock and set a punishing rhythm with my fist. I slam my free hand against the tiles to steady myself when my legs start to shake and I come hard. I grunt as stream after stream hits the tiles and groan Kristy's name. I slump against the tiles when my orgasm is done and suck in deep breaths. When I hear a noise behind me, I swing around and swear I must be fucking dreaming. My spent cock springs back to life as I take in the vision before me. I blink a few times to assure myself I haven't passed out after the force of my orgasm.
Kirsty is real and she's standing in the doorway, she doesn't utter a word but turns and closes the door.
"Sugar…." I groan.
She shakes her head and I close my mouth. I'm not sure what the fuck is happening here and I find myself wanting to give my arm a hard pinch when she begins undressing before me. I lick my lips when she pushes her panties off and anchor my hand against the tiles to stop myself from moving toward her. I try to be a gentleman, I really do but, my eyes have other ideas and they slide over her body. She is fucking gorgeous.
Her long, dark hair hangs over her shoulders and some strands brush her full breasts. I growl when I drop my gaze and see her rosy nipples are hard. My gaze wanders lower and I salivate at the sight of her neatly trimmed pussy. Fuck, I want a taste of her sweet, sugary scent which surrounds me.
She takes the few steps between us and steps into the shower. A shiver passes through her and I snap out of my haze and switch the water to warm.
I bite down on my lip when she places her soft hands on my chest and runs them up to my shoulders. I feel the slight bite of her nails as she grazes the length of my arms. She grabs my wrists and moves my hands to her waist. I rest them lightly, feeling the warmth of her skin under my fingertips. I let her take things at her own pace, I don't want to scare her.
A growl slips free when she leans forward and peppers kisses over my chest leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. She leans back and her brown doe eyes gaze into mine, I'm not sure what I see there.
"Help me feel, Sergio. Help me to forget," she whispers.
A lump lodges in my throat, I'm not sure what to say.
"Sergio, touch me."
I nod and slide one hand up her back, the other slides over her luscious ass and I give it a gentle squeeze. A soft moan leaves her lips. I find my voice and lean closer to her.
"Are you sure, we don't have to do this?"
I gaze into her eyes before she ducks her head and attempts to step back. I hold her in place and when she looks back up to me, I swear she's on the verge of tears.
"You don't want me, I'm sorry." Her words come out on a sob and it fucking breaks my heart.
"Sugar, you are all I want. I think about you every minute of the day and night but, whether we do this or not, I'm yours." I know she likes it when I tell her I'm hers. I'm careful not to say she's mine because I want her to feel she has control.
"And, I'm yours?" She peers into my eyes.
I nod, surprised by the question, she's never asked me before.
"Say it." She grips my shoulders and I suck in a breath when I hear the strength in her voice.
"I'm yours and you're mine."
"Help me feel, Sergio."
"What do you want me to do, Sugar?"
Surprise that I've asked crosses her face and she runs her hands over me.
"I want…" She blows out a breath, steadying herself. "I want you. Just you. All of you." She stands on tiptoes and runs the tip of her tongue over my lips.
Fuck, it feels like I've waited forever to hear her say those words but, there's something I need to tell her before anything can happen between us.
"I love you, Kirsty."
Her eyes snap to my face and she melts into me. "I love you too, Sergio."
A single tear slides over her cheek, reaching out, I swipe it away.
"Why are you crying? Please don't cry, it hurts me to see you upset."
"No-one has ever said they love me and I've never said it to anyone before."
My fucking heart feels like it's about to shatter in my chest.
"I fucking love you, Sugar." I'll tell her a million fucking times if that's what she needs.
"Kiss me."
Leaning down I take her mouth in a deep kiss and groan at the taste of the sweetest cinnamon as it explodes in my mouth. Gripping her ass in both hands, I lift her into my arms, she wraps her legs around my back. I rest her against the tiles and she arches into me when her back hits the cold tiles. When my hard cock rests against her pussy, she moans and I groan into her mouth. Pulling back, I rest my forehead against hers and wait to catch my breath before speaking.
"We're going to take this slow and if you want to stop you need to tell me."
She nods her head that she understands but it's not enough, I need her words so I squeeze her ass.
"Okay," she breathes out before she leans forward and starts kissing up my neck.
When one of her small hands slides down my chest my muscles jump at the contact and I swear to fuck goosebumps break out across my skin. Her fingers wrap around my hard cock, I lean forward and bury my head into her neck, breathing her in while trying to stop myself from coming all over her hand. Turning her head to the side, I run my tongue over her neck. When she freezes in my arms, I pull back. Fuck.
"I'm sorry, Sugar." I start to put her down but, she tightens her legs around me.
"Don't stop," she begs.
I'm frozen in place, not sure what just happened or what the fuck to do until she grips my cock and starts pumping again.
"Sugar," I warn.
"No, Knuckles, don't stop."
I chuckle at the nickname but it quickly turns into a groan when she swipes the head of my cock against her clit. I lower my head and suck her bottom lip into my mouth causing her to moan out my name. I squeeze my eyes shut as the sound travels straight to my balls, they draw up and I come all over her hand.
"Shit, Sugar."
She doesn't stop stroking me, and I feel my eyes roll back in my head as she milks me until I'm empty. When she rubs the pad of her thumb over the slit, I feel myself getting hard again.
"See what you do to me?" I
growl before sucking her earlobe into my mouth.
This time she doesn't freeze but leans closer into me. Sliding my hand around to her stomach, I make my movements slow and deliberate, giving her plenty of time to stop me. I cup one full breast in my hand and run my thumb across the hard point of her nipple.
"Harder," she pants.
"Sugar."
"I'm okay." She leans back against the tiles and locks her eyes on me, I see the plea in her eyes. Spreading my legs a little to brace her, I lift my hands to cup her breasts. I kiss over every scar including the burn mark, determined to help her forget about the past. I settle my mouth over a nipple, wrap my tongue around, suck and nip then repeat on the other. A shiver races through Kirsty and her legs tense around me so I do it again. She whimpers, I claim her lips, kiss her hard, sucking the sounds into my mouth. They are mine, the gentle sounds belong to me and I want them inside me.
Her hand continues to work my cock and when she wriggles higher in my arms, I wonder what she is doing. Then, the head of my cock kisses her pussy. Shivers rage through me like a wildfire. She holds my shoulders and pushes down, reflex has me pushing up against her. She's tight but wet as fuck. I watch her eyes closely as I ease in, groaning as she stretches around me. She arches against me and I hold her close. I ease in until I'm buried balls deep and pause, allowing her to adjust to my size. Tremors from her pussy assault my dick and I growl with satisfaction.
"I need you to move." Her voice is filled with emotion.
I push my hips forward slowly giving her sharp, shallow thrusts but it's not enough for my Sugar and she starts begging for more.
"Sergio, please……"
Her heartfelt plea snaps my control
"Fuck." I piston into her and she bounces on top of me, it's the sexiest fucking sight I've ever seen in my life. "Fucking love you," I moan.
"Love you too." She throws her head back, her milky white neck on display.
Tingles race through me, straight to my balls and they draw up inside me. I can't last much longer. Reaching down, I fondle her swollen clit and within seconds, she tenses, screams out my name and comes all over my cock. It sets off my own release and I erupt inside her, stream after stream, jet after jet of warm cum. I brace myself against the wall of the shower to steady my shaking legs. She clings to me, her head buried in my chest, breathing heavy. I panic, thinking I've hurt her with our frenzied love making.
"Sugar, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
It seems to take a huge effort for her to lift her head but, she has a huge smile on her face which accentuates her dimple.
"It was perfect, I love you Sergio." Her tone is sleepy, sated.
Leaning down I kiss her lips softly and breathe into her mouth wanting her to soak my words into her body.
"Tesoro, you are my world, I love you too." I kiss her again and when I pull away, I notice how tired she looks. I wrap my arms around her, turn off the taps – thank fuck for continuous hot water systems, and while I cradle her to my chest, I reach for a towel. Wrapping it over her back, I pad out to our bed.
Chapter Twenty-One
Kirsty
I wake wrapped in Sergio's arms, my head against his warm, hard chest and snuggle closer. I want his touch all over me. I study the tattoos decorating his body and trace my fingers over them one by one, admiring their beauty.
"Morning, Sugar." He runs his hand up and down my back pulling me so close there isn't a sliver of space between us. I love the sound of his voice in the morning, all warm and husky from sleep.
"Morning, Knuckles."
I giggle when a soft growl leaves his lips, I feel so happy when I'm with him. Then, it hits me, since we made love in the shower a few nights ago, I haven't been woken with nightmares. I have actually woken with a smile on my face. Sergio hasn't pushed for sex again, he seems content to just hold me in his arms and I worry he may not have enjoyed it as much as I did. Fuck, I have wanted his touch so badly and even though I built up the courage to be with him, I'm struggling to find it in me again. I want him to reach out to me, to want me, so I won't think he only had sex to please me.
His fingers slide through my hair, I turn my head and kiss his chest, the muscles flinch beneath my lips. I can feel how hard he's become and I wish I had the courage to reach out, wrap my hand around him but, something is holding me back.
"What are you thinking so hard on, Sugar?"
I stay silent, not wanting to put my fears into words, worried about what he might think.
His arms reach around my waist and then I'm straddling his thighs, his hard cock poking at my ass. He reaches up and pushes the hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. His fingers glide over the shell of my ear and tremors shoot through me from that one simple caress.
"Why haven't you wanted to touch me again?" I duck my head, embarrassed I voiced the words out loud. I allow my hair to fall in front of my face like a shield.
Sergio is not having any of my hiding from him. He lifts my chin using the tips of his fingers, brushes my hair away and when I gaze into his midnight eyes I find them ablaze. It doesn't scare me, warmth seeps through me as I watch hunger take over from the fire.
"Sugar, if you want me to touch you all you have to do is ask."
"Why?" I whisper.
He blows out a deep breath and I worry for a moment that he isn't going to answer.
"I don't want to hurt or frighten you."
"You won't, I trust you." I realize I truly believe what I've said.
Sergio runs his fingers down the side of my face. "Sugar, I stop myself at least a dozen times a day from picking you up, throwing you up against the wall and having my way with you." He pauses and grips my hips to still me, I've been rubbing against him without realizing it.
"Right this minute, I want to throw you on your back and push so deep inside you until you're screaming. But, I can't do it, Sugar." He shakes his head.
I feel the rejection deep inside and move to get out of the bed. I don't want him to see how hurt I am and need to escape. Sergio is having none of it, he grips my thighs and although I know he would let me go if I insisted, I lower myself back onto his hips.
"Sugar…."
I feel anger swell inside and cut him off.
"No. For fuck sake, Sergio. I'm telling you I want to be touched, I want you to fuck me, take me as hard as you want and you're brushing me off. If you don't want to fucking touch me that's fine, leave me be and I'll take care of myself in the shower. You'd know all about doing that." My words are harsh, spat out and his eyes widen. I've never spoken to him this way before but before I can apologize, he flips me onto my back and moves between my legs.
Adrenaline surges through me when he pushes his hard cock around my aching clit. I arch into him and let out a loud moan.
"You want me to fuck you hard, make you scream, make you moan?" Sergio growls at me.
I nod.
"You want me to prove to you that I'm yours and your mine? That I care about you?"
His rough hand slides over my thigh, he grips my panties and with one tug, they're gone. My voice has left me, I can't form words. I raise my feet and using my heels, I push the shorts from his body. The head of his cock hits my pussy and he groans.
I slept in one of his shirts last night and he tears it open, buttons ping off in all directions. His mouth dives on my hard nipple at the same time his cock slides through the lips of my pussy. I groan, my breath comes in short pants and I call his name over and over.
"Please…" I choke out.
He thrusts deep, his hands are all over me and he increases the depth and speed of his thrusts. My nails scrape at his back and Sergio hisses and holds me closer.
"Is this what you want?" he growls.
"Yesss," I hiss, my body is on fire.
"Fuck, your pussy is gripping me so hard, Sugar. Your muscles are so tight."
Sergio slides his hands under my thighs, lifts my hips and pistons into me. My eyes roll back in my head, I tense and te
eter on the edge of a hard orgasm.
"Come now, Sugar," he demands and I crash over the edge with a scream.
I'm floating when I feel him release inside me and it sets off another orgasm. I grip his shoulders; my nails pressing into his skin and ride the waves of pleasure. As we both struggle for breath, I open my eyes to see sheer panic in Sergio's eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Fuck, Sugar. I'm so sorry." He closes his eyes and takes deep breaths.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I was too rough with you."
Well that just pisses me off. "Sergio, don't you dare ruin it. What we did was amazing, I've never felt anything like it." I take a deep breath and confess a truth I have been holding back when I see the uncertainty in his eyes. "I want you to take control of my body. I want to know you want me and you aren't afraid to take what you want. I know you think after everything I have been through I can't handle it but, I can, I'm not made of fucking glass. And, I know if I said stop, you would. I trust you, Sergio."
"Fuck. I love you, Sugar." Leaning forward, he takes my lips in a bruising kiss which makes my toes curl. I feel his dick flex inside me as it hardens and I moan as he starts a slower pace this time. Easing back, I squeeze my inner muscles around him and he groans loudly.
"Again, Sugar?"
I nod, he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He stays inside me as he carries me to the ensuite.
"Shower. I want to get you all clean while I make you dirty."
I laugh at his way of thinking and lean in for a kiss. I can feel myself glowing. I'm feeling very loved up right now.
"I love you." I lean back in his arms and see so much love in his eyes. For the first time in my life, I know what it feels like to be loved.