Save Me

by Alexandra Page

  “Do you want—?”

  “Go, lay down, El. Now,” he orders, his voice dropping even deeper, and his eyes boring into mine.

  I gulp down a shuddering breath and hurry to the table. I’m on my back before I have a chance to even think about my embarrassment. It comes rushing back when I look over to see him watching me. I’m butt naked on my dining room table while a man devours me with his eyes.

  Aunt Maggie is surely turning over in her grave.

  I squeeze my eyes shut, and grip the edges of the table with my hands. I have a much harder time figuring out what to do with my legs. I try several different positions, none of them feel right.

  “Knees up, feet flat, and legs spread, beautiful,” he whispers in my ear, making me nearly come off the table completely. He kisses me soft and sweet before I can protest. Then his lips leave my mine, trailing down my neck and collarbone, then up the swell of my breast to my nipple, which he takes into his mouth, and suckles tenderly as he reaches under my left knee and pulls it up and out to where he wants it. My right automatically follows on its own.

  “Nik,” I sigh, the shudder running down my spine making me arch off the table, but I sink back down when he pulls away much sooner than I want him to.

  “I’m sorry you have to be laid out this way, Hummingbird. I had to be creative under the circumstances. Will you lift your head up? I have a pillow for you,” he asks, slipping it under me when I do. “I’d much rather lay you down in my nice soft bed. When I’m healed, it will be the first thing I do,” he whispers. I can hear the smile in his voice as he talks and runs his fingers up the inside of my left thigh to my knee then down over my foot. “God Ellie, you are absolutely breathtaking. Just the sight of you is almost too much for me,” he breathes out, sounding strained, and maybe even a tad overwhelmed from somewhere near the end of the table.

  It helps to calm me, at least I’m not the only one. But then I think about the view he has, and my cheeks flame again. I jump a little when I hear a chair scrape across the floor. “Open your eyes for me, love,” his velvet voice is back, demanding my compliance again a moment later. My lids flutter open, and I’m greeted by the magnificent sight of him standing between my spread thighs.

  Dear God. And he thought I was too much for him?

  His hair is a sexy mess, thanks to my hands running through it, and he has a soft, gentle smile on his face. His blue eyes are still dark and flaming despite it, threatening to burn me under their gaze. He looks like a golden god with the warm light from the lamps in the room bathing his smooth, taut skin. His lean muscles defined beautifully by the shadows they cast.

  His scars are the only things marring his perfection, but they mean so much to me. I would be dead if they had never laid their ruin on his perfect flesh. I don’t see them as ugly and disfiguring, I see them as medals of honor. I have the sudden urge to sit up and kiss them all, but I only get as far as my elbows before the heel of his right hand presses into my pubic bone, his fingers spreading across my pelvis–stopping my advance.

  It doesn’t stop me from getting my first proper look at the monster he keeps in his pants. He’s so tall that it’s standing proudly more than a foot above the tabletop. I can’t feel it, but I imagine my eyes dilate at the sight of it. My pussy clenches as I watch it suddenly jerk, then bob around for a few seconds.

  It’s thicker and longer than Josh’s was.

  I wouldn’t call it beautiful like I do its owner, but it is without a doubt the most impressive one I’ve ever seen. Which is probably less than ten, and most of those were on TV or in a movie, but I bet if I’d seen hundreds his would still beat them all. It must ache terribly with how hard and rigid it is.

  “Fuck, Ellie. You’re going to kill me if you keep looking at me like that,” Nik groans, sitting down and taking it out of sight. He rests his forehead about halfway up the inside of my left thigh for a moment then starts placing slow, warm, wet kisses over the sensitive skin, making all other thoughts leave my mind in a flash.

  “Do you know what I’m about to do, Hummingbird? Is there anything you want to ask me before I start?” he asks sincerely, turning to look at me and rubbing his cheek and nose up and down the inside of my leg, his long fingers wrapped around the outside doing the same. He dips his nose closer to my throbbing center, breathing in, and his eyes flutter closed giving him a look of bliss over his beautiful face.

  There’s a million questions begging to be asked, but having him between my thighs, seeing and feeling his perfect lips and tongue sucking on my skin–all I want is to know what they’ll feel like, and I want to find out right now. When his eyes meet mine again, I shake my head.

  That soft smile is back on his face as he kisses my leg one more time. “I love you. I’ll stop anytime you want me to, okay? All you have to do is ask,” he says softly, then sits back. He pulls his chair closer to the table, and adjusts himself carefully before reaching for my left foot and tugging it towards him. “Rest this foot on my thigh, maybe it’ll help keep it away from my shoulder. I know it’ll be hard for you, but you have to keep it still. We’ll both enjoy this immensely as long as I don’t get hurt,” he tells me softly.

  “I promise I won’t move a muscle,” I whisper.

  His small smile stretches into a sexy smirk. “Oh, yes, you will, I’ll make sure of it,” he purrs. “I’ll help you hold still when it gets too hard though.”

  I watch frozen as his eyes lock onto my throbbing core, his fingers reaching out for me, landing on the small strip of hair that was spared from the evil wax. My breath hitches as he slides them ever so slowly down and over my lips, then does it again. I shudder, but manage to hold myself still, my breathing on the other hand is quickly getting out of control.

  “You’re so beautiful. So soft and smooth,” he murmurs dreamily. “And you’re so damn wet and swollen, too. I may explode just watching you,” he moans as he continues to stroke me. I whimper in response. It’s taking everything in me to keep my hips from rising up with each stroke he makes.

  “Did you do this for me?” he asks running his whole hand, fingertips to heel, up and over my smooth, wet, swollen lips, and back again.

  I whimper again, shaking, taking in as much air as I can and try to answer him. “Leia. Took me…to the…spa. Oh, God. Uhnhg.” I swear if he makes one more stroke over me I’ll shatter.

  It’s been so damn long.

  My warning of his next move is his hands wrapping around me, one on my left calf, holding it tightly, the other grasping my right thigh. His head bends over me, and I see his tongue reach out. I fall against the pillow under me, and scream when he licks me slowly from bottom to top. “Nik!”

  “Fuck, you taste like heaven,” I barely hear him growl over my panting.

  My hands grip the table, and my head begins to toss on his second pass. By the third, my back is arched and my legs are shaking. “Oh, God! Nik! Oh, God!” I want him to stop, but I’ll die if he does.

  So much, too much. More. I want more.

  I get it when the tip of his tongue circles my clit, once, twice, three times, then flicks it gently. I smother my scream, my hips bolting off the table as if he shocked me. His right arm comes across my hips and presses them back down, holding them tight. I barely get a chance to draw in any air before he presses his mouth over my clit again. A surge of the most intense pleasure I have ever felt begins to engulf me.

  Whatever he’s doing to me is not soft, sweet, indulgence. It’s fierce, raw and sharp, and I’m completely powerless in its hold. The second I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t stop, I explode into a million pieces. Nearly blacking out from the intensity of it.

  The waves of pleasure have barely slowed when I hear his voice above me. “Fucking gorgeous,” he growls as I feel his long fingers slowly slide inside me. A keening wail fills my ears mixing with his groans as my walls clench tightly around them, the waves cresting higher.

  “You’re so damn tight, Ellie. So fucking hot and wet,” he moans
, sliding his fingers almost all the way out then back in again. “You need to cum again, beautiful. Once this glorious pussy slides around my dick, I’ll be done for,” he pants. His fingers start to slide out again only to curl and pull against something deep inside of me.

  My hips bolt off the table as I let out a scream, “Nik!”

  “That’s it, love,” he groans, his fingers slowly stretching, pulling and pressing over and over again, then becoming faster and faster. My head begins to thrash, but my screams get stuck in my throat as he builds me to an even more exquisite level of torture than before.

  Surely I’ll die this time, no one could survive this much violent pleasure.

  “Cum for me,” he demands softly, his fingers unrelenting. My body gives into his command, and the world falls away while wave after wave of earth shattering release threatens to drown me in its raging glory. I welcome its passionate embrace zealously, but once again the tide has only just fallen when a new swell rises to take me. The pleasure crashes against a lifetime of barely contained pain, breaking it wide open inside of my soul allowing it to swallow me down into its depths.

  I let out a gut wrenching wail and dissolve into uncontrollable sobs. I’m helpless to fight against it. I know nothing but the overwhelming emotions flowing through me until I hear a soothing voice in my ear and feel strong arms wrap around me, and hold tight.

  “Shhh, hummingbird. I’ve got you and I’ll never let you go. I love you, Ellie. You’re safe now. I swear it.”

  I know that voice.

  “Nik?”

  We’re in the chair he was sitting in, and I’m straddling his lap. His beautiful face is etched with worry, his eyes full of sorrow and tears.

  “Oh no. Don’t, I’m sorry!”

  “Thank God,” he rushes out, cupping my face in his big hands then brushing my damp hair from it. “Are you okay? You scared the ever-lovin’ shit out of me,” he swears harshly, then hugs me against his chest. “Promise me you won’t ever do that to me again. Please? I swear I won’t ever push you so far again, okay? Never again,” he vows.

  I rub my hand down the back of his head, and place a kiss on his shoulder to give myself time to get a better grip on my tears before sitting up and looking at him. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it, but I’m okay. I’m more than okay,” I whisper.

  His worry only seems to deepen, so I try to soothe it from his face with my fingers. He ignores me using his thumbs to wipe away the fresh tears that refuse to stay put, off my face. “You’re still crying. Please stop crying. I can’t stand it, Ellie,” he begs me.

  I lean closer and softly kiss his lips. “They’re good tears, sweetie. Tears of joy and love.”

  He pushes me back, and scowls darkly at me while pointing to the table behind us. “Those were no fucking tears of joy, Ellie. And they certainly weren’t ones of any kind of love I’ve ever seen,” he argues. To someone else he would sound angry, but my ears recognize the fear lacing his voice.

  I shake my head at him. “The ones I shed there weren’t, you’re right about them,” I agree quietly. “Those were years’ worth of locked up pain being washed away. They were healing tears that you helped me find.” I pull his hand up to my face, and use his knuckles to wipe away the fresh tear that falls as I close my eyes. “These are the ones that come after those. These are the ones that fall from happiness. These are falling because I love you, and from knowing you love me, too,” I choke out, cupping his hand in both of mine and kissing his knuckles. I nuzzle and kiss his hand until it opens and cups my cheek. When I look up at him the fear and worry have begun to fade, though there is some left troubling his brows.

  “You swear you’re okay?” he asks.

  I turn and kiss his palm, nodding my answer. He brings his other hand to join the first over my cheeks and gently pulls me close enough to rest his forehead against mine. The movement causes my still aching center to rub over his quickly growing erection pressed between us.

  “I hope to God it never happens again, but if it does, please warn me first. I’ve never felt so helpless, or hated myself more,” he whispers, his voice tight and strained.

  I gently take his face in my hands. “I’m so sorry, my love,” I whisper, my voice hitching. “You were perfect, Nik. You are perfect.” I kiss him, a quiet gasp escaping me as my clit glides down the hard ridge of his dick when I rock my hips. Despite all the emotional upheaval, I’m still soaked for him.

  He moans into my mouth, his fingers threading into my hair as he kisses me back tenderly.

  “Let me make it…up to you,” I pant, rising high enough to feel his swollen head pressing against my entrance. “I want to be yours, Nik,” I beg him.

  He growls, his big hands moving to tightly grip my ass. He pulls me up, tilts my hips to fit his own, and then smoothly slides me down onto him.

  “Oh, God, Nik!” I gasp and pant feeling him stretch me so completely.

  He groans and growls at the same time. They shudder through me from the inside out, along with his body under me, making my core squeeze and clench around him in return. He moans, his right arm wrapping around me to press and hold me tightly down over him.

  This is gonna be over in two heartbeats for the both of us the second one of us moves.

  “Just be still, be still,” he whispers to himself or me. Which, I’m not sure.

  I hold as still as I can, but my internal muscles have a mind of their own. They know their long drought is over, and want nothing more than to celebrate themselves into exhaustion. My whole body shivers as they try their best to pull him deeper, while begging him to move.

  He grunts this time. “Fuck, El. You need to be still,” he begs. I’ve never heard him so desperate before.

  “I’m trying, but you feel so good I can’t help it,” I whimper. “I don’t care if it’s fast, please let me move. We can do again right after if you want. Let me love you, Nik. Please,” I plead with him squeezing him on purpose this time.

  His moan comes from deep inside his chest, and his hold on me relaxes with it. The second I feel it my hips rise on impulse then slowly fall back down again. His breathing instantly gets more labored, but he reaches for my breasts, squeezing and kneading them as I grind over him harder.

  “God! You feel so fucking amazing, El. So fucking hot and wet for me. You’re gonna make me cum so damn hard for you,” he grits out.

  I feel him shaking under me he’s holding back so hard. I’m already on the edge so I know if he lets go, I’ll follow right behind him. When he starts twisting and pulling my nipples, I start to bounce. That’s all it takes for us both to explode.

  He roars out my name as I feel him swell impossibly bigger and pulse inside of me. My walls clench around him and milk him for all they’re worth as I cum hard enough to see stars.

  “Oh fuck, Nik! Yes, yes, yes!”

  “Son of a bitch! Oh fuck, oh sweet fucking hell,” he grunts and groans, his hips pumping up into me as his whole body shudders.

  I’m a limp, shaky mess just trying to stay upright as long as I can. His arms pull me closer, and I collapse against his chest and shoulder panting hard right along with him. We stay that way for quite a while, holding each other. There’s not much else we can manage after the physical and emotional wrenching we’ve had tonight. Eventually, he begins to stroke my hair and back, and place tiny kisses over my temple and cheek.

  “Are you, all right?” he whispers into my ear.

  “Mmmmm, I’m perfect, my love,” I murmur returning a kiss to his neck while I reach up and stroke his cheek. “How are you?”

  “Minus the ache in my broken bones, I couldn’t be more perfect.”

  I sit up and look into his eyes to make sure. There’s no trace of pain to be found on his beautiful face. I see only happiness and love shining back as he smiles at me. We stare at each other for several long minutes, our hands softly roaming faces, necks, and backs, but our eyes stay firmly locked together like other parts of us further south still are. />
  “I love you,” he whispers.

  Those three, simple, quiet words soak into my heart, wrapping it up tightly in their warm embrace, adding to the healing it has already experienced tonight. I could hear how long they truly waited to be said, the depth of conviction behind them, and endless promise they hold. It’s as if he’s telling me for the very first time again, only with purpose instead of a slip of the tongue.

  I take them into my heart that way, vowing never to forget how he said them, before returning them with all that I am.

  MESS IS MINE

  ~

  NIK

  ELLIE’S HEART IS IN HER eyes as she stares back at me. It feels like she truly trusts me with it now, and it’s a little less fragile than before. I think she really has done some healing tonight “I love you, too,” she whispers.

  My throat threatens to close. I pull her into my arms, and hold onto her for dear life. “Thank you,” I get out in a strangled whisper.

  She hugs me, doing her best not to hurt me. “What would you ever have to thank me for, silly? You’ve done so much more for me than I have you,” she murmurs softly against my neck.

  I gently push her back, and stare at her sweet face as I brush some damp hair off it, slowly shaking my head at her. “Knowing you love me makes me the happiest I’ve ever been. I never knew it was even possible to be this happy.” That brings a smile to her face I can’t help but return. “That you’re trusting me with your heart makes me even more so, because I know how hard that must be. You’re such an amazing woman, Ellie. Love has been so painful for you, but you’re willing to give yours to me anyway. I’ll cherish it always, I swear it,” I tell her, pulling her lips to mine, and kissing her with every ounce of emotion I have.

  Unfortunately, we need air so we have to pause to catch our breaths. She suddenly clings to me desperately. She was so calm a second ago. “Swear you’ll never leave me,” she pleads in a small child like whimper.