Fully Restored

by Delaney Williams

  “God, Brock, please. I need you. Now,” she whimpered.

  I gave her amazing tits one last kiss and started kissing my way down her perfect scarred up stomach. I stopped when I reached her bellybutton and licked it before giving her stomach a bite. I continued down her body, stopping finally at her warm pussy. I grabbed her thighs and spread them gently, noticing all the red lines and cuts lining each tender spot and kissing each one before sliding my nose up to her wet warmth. God she smelled amazing. She was pink and wet, her desire nearly dripping out, spreading onto her thighs and the bed. I looked up to her eyes, hooded and full of desire, but slightly scared, like she was not sure about what was about to happen. I ran my nose further along her slit again, pushing in and breathing deep. Her hips lifted off the bed and into my face. She immediately lost the uncertainty and reached down to tangle her fingers in my hair, giving it a soft tug down, letting me now she wanted me to continue. I smirked at her, watching her eyes closely as I stuck my tongue out and swiped up through her slick folds and finished with a swirl and suck on her nub. I stayed on her clit for a little, rubbing it in circles with my tongue. Giving it a gentle nip or hard suck every so often. Teagan was having a hard time keeping her body on the bed. Her back was up and arched, with her head falling between her shoulders. It was a beautiful sight. Her fingers pushed my head and pulled my hair, keeping my face right where she wanted it. She was shuddering all over, her feet flexing and pointing.

  I leaned over her and she groaned, “Don’t stop. So good. So good.”

  Her eyes were glazed and her breathing was coming in gasps. “Feels so good. Why did you stop?”

  I crawled up her body and offered her two of my fingers. “Suck them baby. Make them wet for me.”

  She did. She sucked them like she would a cock. Like my cock. Like she was getting as much pleasure out of it as I was. Growling I pulled my fingers out and went back to her delicious pussy. “Sweetheart, I am gonna eat you. I am gonna make you come so many times you lose count and I can still taste you in the morning.”

  Like I knew she would, she blushed and tried to push her thighs together. Naughty words were something she was just going to have to get used to. I palmed her thighs and pushed them back out. “Spread them for me babe.” Then I reminded her, “This. Is. Mine.” And I pushed my two wet fingers into her while circling and licking her clit vigorously. “And it’s perfect”.

  I was moving my fingers in and out at a fast pace, searching for that soft spot that would drive her wild. When I found it, I twisted my hand and made the ‘come hither’ motion. At the same time I clamped down on her clit hard. Teagan screamed, her hands flying up to her breasts and squeezing them as she grew closer to her orgasm. I fingered her faster and sucked harder. She was so close. Her entire body was jerking off the bed and she was making incoherent sounds, lost in her world of pleasure.

  I withdrew my fingers and added a third. That did it. With a shout, Teagan’s body convulsed, her back arching up off the bed and her hands going for her head, wrapping in her amazing hair. She whimpered and shook with the force of her orgasm. It was simply the most amazing sight I had ever had the pleasure of seeing. Awe-inspiring. Teagan was stunning normally, but Teagan coming was breath-taking. I could feel the bite of her sharp heels digging into my back with the orgasm but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to consume her. I finally gentled my kisses and withdrew my fingers, blowing gently on her clit to help bring her down. When she was able to focus again, she looked at me with a shocked expression.

  “What’s that face babe? Looked like a pretty intense orgasm, you ok?” I asked, wondering why she looked confused again.

  “Meghan likes to call me an orgasm virgin. I’ve been with men, but they were all terrible experiences. I’ve never come with a man before. The other day, in front of the shop with you, that was the first. Now, this, that was the second. And it was even better. How are you able to do what no one else was able to? ” She was thinking hard, looking off into nowhere. I think that final question was more a spoken thought, not one she really wanted the answers for. Still, I needed to stop this now, now way in hell did I want to hear about her past fucks, even if, apparently, they were terrible. I was a man, and she was going to be my woman, I would give her orgasms. No one else.

  “Babe. Eyes here. I don’t know what fuckers you dated in the past, but obviously they were losers. If they couldn’t get your hot body to explode, that’s on them, not you. And babe, I don’t want to hear about them again. You’re with me now, and I’ll definitely make sure you come, frequently and hard. The past is done.”

  I took a breath and moved to hold her, giving her some comfort after that intense orgasm and our very personal discussion. “You have no idea how happy it makes me that I get to be your first, in terms of orgasms. I love how responsive you are to me. You light up the whole room when you come. I’m a lucky guy to be able to see you do that. That I give it to you just makes it all the better. I feel like standing up and beating my chest like a caveman when you come. Those guys from your past, they didn’t know what they had. They were self-centered idiots. To have had all that is you open in front of them and never tasted that? Never taken the time to get the chance to see you light up… fools. All of them.”

  She needed to see that I was different than the men she had dated; I would always make sure she got hers before I even thought about taking mine. Times like now, I was ashamed of my gender. I had rolled us to our side, facing each other for our talk, and now when I looked up I saw that she was nearly asleep. I smiled and went to grab a towel to clean her up with and wipe her juices from my face. Along the way I removed what was left of my cloths, being that we were so focused on her, we never got to me. And I just didn’t care. The warm, damp cloth between her legs caused her to whimper as I gently cleaned her up. I tossed the towel to the corner of the room and crawled up the bed bringing the covers up over us as I went. I kissed her sleepy face and her mouth curved slightly. She sighed and opened her eyes. “I didn’t know it could be like this” she said with a tired smile. “So good…mmm” and she rolled in to my arms.

  Damn, she took my breath away. Even sleeping, with her hair a mess from writhing all over the bed, I couldn’t dream up someone more perfect. She took a deep breath and snuggled further into me, pressing her body up on mine, as I laid on my back thinking about how much my life had changed recently. No sooner than I thought it and smiled then I followed her to sleep. And for the first time, I slept a guilt free, nightmare free sleep. Teagan was a miracle.

  Teagan

  I awoke with a set of arms around me and the smell of sex in the air and remembered all that occurred last night. What a night it was. We may not have had sex but damn if what we did do wasn’t just as intimate. Maybe more so than the sex I had had in the past because this time I actually enjoyed it. Brock didn’t just take, like the other men I had dated. He did the opposite. He gave. And gave. And gave, until I was pretty sure I passed out. Poor man, I fell asleep before I could do anything for him. I rolled over and took a moment to stare at the beauty before me. He had tattoos everywhere, some eastern, some Celtic, just very random. The lines and such on his arm were easy to decipher the meaning of. It was the rows of writing and figures on his abs that had me questioning. I stared at him a while before an idea popped in my head and, being me, I went for it.

  I went under the covers and slowly worked my way down his body, kissing gently everywhere I could. When I reached his cock, it was still mostly soft in his sleep and I leaned in to nuzzle it. He smelled of man, musky and dark, with traces of his body wash from yesterday. My mouth watered at the scent. I wanted him. I slowly moved up over him, and kissed the tip. When he snored softly, I was forced to stop briefly. After a few moments of torture for me, he settled and I went to work. Using my hands first, I ran them up and down the soft length of him, encouraging him to firm up. And he did. The more I stroked, the firmer he g
ot until I was shocked at the size of him. Holy Shit! I couldn’t wait to take him. He was just massive. I measured him with my hands. I couldn’t touch my thumb to pointer finger when I tried to go around it. He was that thick. Length wise, when I held him in my hand there were still a good 2-3 more inches in the open. I would guess he was at 8 or 9 inches. Shit. My muscles quivered with excitement to take him. I had to tell them mentality that now was for Brock, not us. I don’t think my vagina took the news well. It seemed she was crying… I stopped measuring and giving him a hand job to do what I had wanted to do all along. I listened, his breathing still even, and then took the tip of him in my mouth.

  I ran my tongue around it like it was my own Popsicle, a Brocksicle. I sniggered; somehow, I don’t think he would appreciate me calling his dick that. Or laughing while giving head at all. Focusing, I lowered my head and took as much of him in as I could. I licked the clear drops of precum that were gathered at the tip and swallowed them before going back down again. Taking my time, I enjoyed the taste of him. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard. God he was huge. I released him from my mouth and went down to his balls, sucking first one, then the other. I licked and sucked, nipping on his taint, basically enjoying all that was Brock, when all the sudden there was a hand in my hair. He was awake.

  “Baby, what are you doing?”

  “I was up. An idea popped in my head and I went with it. Besides, you got to taste me, and turnabout is fair play you know.” I peeked out from under the covers and looked at his face as I spoke, he smirked, his eyebrow quirked. He was amused. I would show him amused. I returned to my work sucking, licking, and working my way further down his cock than I thought I could. I was determined to get him in, to show him I could be in charge. Somehow, even with all this, he maintained the control. How? I don’t know. It just was. The power over the orgasm remained his. I was gonna shatter that.

  With his head in my throat, I sucked hard, hallowing my cheeks. He moaned and leaned back. “You’re amazing Beauty” he said.

  I smiled around his cock.

  He whined, “Baby, my balls, don’t forget them… I like them sucked too.”

  I knew that from when he was sleeping but I let him think he was leading me. Letting his cock fall out of my mouth, I ran my tongue around his head a bit, savoring the drops still gathering there, and then I followed the large vein to his balls. Once there I sucked his balls into my mouth and rolled them around while applying gentle pressure with my tongue. His hips shot up off the bed and I choked on the mouthful I had.

  “Shit” he groaned. Liking the sounds and motions he was making, I worked his balls for a while before licking the spot directly below them. As I was sucking and licking his taint he groaned louder and grabbed my head to hold me in place. Hell, he was reacting like a monster, he liked it so much. I licked and sucked there again and he couldn’t hold still on the bed. He was insane, grabbing my hair and lifting his body so I could lick further back.

  “Baby, so good. That’s so fucking good.”

  He was shaking. “Mph”, his words had gone and he was down to making noises. He reached down to my hair and pulled me up to his cock, pushing the tip against my lips. I opened and ran my tongue around him before I took him all the way in and sucked hard again.

  He panted, “Baby, gonna come.”

  He looked at me with eyes shuttered in lust, and I took him all the way in my mouth. The next thing I knew, he was pulling my hair and shooting off.

  I swallowed as much of him as I could, but he kept going. I could feel him all over my face. I loved this. The whole thing. The power it gave me, the reactions and sounds he made. His taste. He was salty and thick, and maybe some women don’t like it but I did. I liked his taste. So much so I licked him clean and by the time he pulled me off, he was half hard again. He dragged me up his body, both of us naked, and kissed me hard.

  “Best. Wakeup Call. Ever.” He whispered to me.

  Then he looked at me, “You swallowed.”

  “Yeah Ace, spitters are quitters. At least that’s what Meghan tells me.” I smirked.

  Brock roared out in laughter. “That’s true babe. A man does love a girl who swallows. Nothing much better than that.” The bed was shaking with his low laughter. After a moment, he calmed and wrapped his arms around me and we just laid in the silence of the morning, simply enjoying the presence of the other. He seemed to be just fine holding me and cuddling, and since I liked it too, I let him. Until my stupid stomach interrupted.

  “You hungry baby?”

  My stomach rumbled again.

  “I guess that answers that. My shirts are in the middle drawer. You saw my house, well the fridge is just as empty. We’re gonna have to get breakfast out. We’ll run by your place for pants and then we’ll hit the diner. Sound good?”

  I smiled, “Yeah baby, sounds good. I need to get ready at my house though if we are eating out.”

  Brock stopped me from climbing out of the bed, “No you don’t, you are perfect just now. I like looking at you and knowing I put that look on your face. No shower, no makeup today. I wanna sit with you at breakfast and know that you smell like me, that your cheeks are flushed and pink and your lips are swollen and red, because of me. I want everyone who sees to know that you are mine.”

  What??? NO MAKEUP? No, No, No. I looked at him and his beautiful face and said, oddly quiet for me, “No makeup?”

  He nodded. “We’re starting on your disguise and all that makeup is the beginning. Some makeup is good…some is a mask. You, babe, wear a mask. So, no makeup. Got it?”

  No, I don’t but I nodded yes anyway and walked naked to his drawers and got a shirt. Silence is the loudest scream I have. He wouldn’t hear me anyway.

  He lay in bed and watched the whole time. It should have been embarrassing but his constant smirk and smiling eyes made it so easy. For him, it seemed, anything was possible.

  I took his shirt to the bathroom and opened his medicine cabinet, nosing around. “What’s the cologne you wear?” I yelled. He laughed.

  “I wondered what you were doing in there. It’s just me babe. And I guess the shower stuff.” Damn him. I wanted everyone to smell him on me. If I couldn’t have makeup armor, I would have Brock armor. I turned around and he was standing there.

  “I guess this means we’re showering?” he said.

  I nodded

  “But no funny business,” he added. “I am dying as it is and you’re hungry. If we start, we’ll never get to breakfast.” I smiled big, noting his extremely hard, red cock, and mentally drooled a little, then nodded, completely agreeing with him. If we started there would be no food, so as appetizing as he looked, I was going to reign it in. For a short time. After food, all bets were off. Brock smirked, knowing what I had been thinking. His cock jerked a little and a pearl of precum appeared at the tip. Drool. He reached around me, still smirking, and turned on the water. While we waited for the water to get warm, he held me close. It was perfect.

  *****

  We did as best we could, both of us desperately wanting more but in the end we just showered and fondled each other, soft caresses and sweet smelling soap making the entire thing amazingly heavenly. By the time he was dressed, in old comfy jeans that molded to his strong thighs and ass like a second skin and a tight black AC/DC shirt, and we had stopped at my house where I ran to get the first pants I could find and a brush to at least put my hair in a ponytail, it was well passed brunch and we settled on a local little restaurant for lunch.

  As we walked across the restaurant I could feel the eyes of the other patrons following me. I could feel them judging me, thinking how ugly I am. I could feel them questioning what I was doing out without makeup on, how I was totally unworthy of the man I was with. I mean, logically I knew that the people really couldn’t care less about me and my makeup issue. But somehow, I couldn’t g
rasp that. I was beginning to shake, old fears coming to the surface, old wounds being reopened. Then I felt his arms surround me and his smell and warmth comforted me. I forgot about them. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You are so beautiful.”

  The tightness I was feeling in my chest eased a little. Brock continued, whispering in my ear as we walked together, “See these people, they are in awe of you. It’s not every girl who can go out without makeup and look so stunningly fresh and beautiful. Everyone is jealous of me right now, walking with you on my arm.” His warm breath tickled my skin on my neck as he spoke quietly, just for me to hear. The more he told me about how he felt, the more I relaxed. I didn’t have to agree with him, but all signs were pointing to the fact that Brock really saw me differently. Maybe he was right; maybe I did use my quirkiness as a mask. But now, with him, I was able to be me. I turned in his arms just before we sat down and kissed him. When I pulled back his eyes were smoldering, looking nearly black with need. He was so goddam hot. Maybe everyone was staring at him. They probably were wondering what he was doing with me. I shook off my insecurities knowing that Brock wouldn’t like the direction my thoughts had gone and kissed him quickly again before sitting down. I needed to stop thinking and food was the perfect distraction.

  When Brock sat down, he didn’t sit across from me like my past boyfriends had. He sat with me, taking my hand in his and squeezing it, silently giving me strength to hold my head up. I looked up and smiled, “I think I want pancakes.”

  We sat and chatted about simple things while we waited for someone to come take our orders. Talking with Brock was easy, natural, like breathing. I liked it. I was sitting firmly on a happy cloud, basking in the warmth that was him, my sun, when the waitress broke in to take our order. Her makeup was too heavy and her eyes too bright and focused on Brock. She spoke to him, running her hands over her curves, flirting outrageously.