In that moment, Elsie realizes they are the same, two lost and damaged souls without a home, finally finding a place of their own.
He’s not perfect…he’s better.
John knows, he feels, that Elsie has seen a glimpse of his battles and scars, and her face glows with acceptance and understanding….and warm affection. Inside, he feels a piece of the heavy chains, which bind him to his past, falling off and bringing him one tiny step closer to freedom.
Turning her attention back to the sacks of food, vegetables, and drinks, Elsie notices the stirrings of anxiety beginning to rumble and churn within her. She feels her body tensing as sweat begins to cover her palms, forehead and upper lip. Her tongue flicks out to swipe it away as the back of her hand moves to her forehead to do the same thing. A heavy breath leaves her and she reaches down to wipe her hands against the front of her jeans.
“Here Angel,” John is saying as he comes up behind her.
Elsie stands facing the kitchen counter, taking the vegetables out of the plastic shopping bags one by one and placing them on the granite surface in front of her. John’s arms slide under hers as he lowers his face so they’re cheek to cheek. The beginnings of his 5:00 shadow scratch her cheek and it makes her smile. The warmth from his body soothes her, and his strength comforts her, stilling her nervous tremors.
“Would you help me get these vegetables ready?” he asks, while opening the box of cherry tomatoes and taking one out.
“Sure,” relief at the thought of having something to do calms Elsie’s mind. Arousal begins to heat her, slinking its way through her body at John’s closeness. And uncertainty causes a battle between the two.
“Baby Girl, open your mouth,” he tells Elsie, his voice becoming deeper, as he’s holding the bright red tomato to her lips.
She parts her lips, and her tongue pokes out just past her teeth, reaching for the juicy offering he’s giving her. John slowly places the round orb into her mouth. Elsie bites down on it, and juice oozes from the corner of her mouth. John’s tongue snakes out and licks the trickle of red liquid from her pale skin. With his mouth still on hers, she chews again. John nibbles on her lips.
She chews again.
His tongue caresses her lips.
She chews again, gliding her mouth against his lips and tongue, as if feasting on him, wanting to suck him into her.
His mouth nibbles along her jaw, her chin, and her cheek. She swallows the tomato and lets out the moan that’s welling up inside her. His big body presses against the length of hers, and his hands slide down her arms to clasp her hands. He wraps both of their arms around her body.
“Could you cut them up, Angel,” he asks her with his mouth close to her ear and his voice deep.
“Mmhhmmm,” she quietly answers, as her head leans back against his broad shoulder.
His tongue strokes the column of her neck which she’s exposing to him and her ass is molding into his groin, feeling the massive length of his hard-on beneath the denim of his pants.
“…and make a pretty tray,” he continues as he guides their hands up the insides of her thighs, while separating her feet a little more with his foot.
John bends their bodies so Elsie’s cheek is on the cool stone of the countertop.
“I can’t wait to have you moaning, with nothing between us. I want to watch your beautiful face when you explode,” he growls. He’s holding himself back as he lightly bites her neck wanting to devour her completely, the hunger he has for her is intense.
“God, Elsie, I’ve imagined tonight,” he rasps out, taking Elsie’s hand in his. He brings it to cup her sex, molding it over curves and valleys, the touch so much more erotic as she’s touching herself with him.
He feels Elsie responding beneath him, her back arching as she pushes her ass against his cock, and he feels her fingers searching for her clit. He moves her other hand up her body, under her shirt and inside her bra. Both of their hands claim her swollen breast and she begins to writhe under him as ten fingers begin to tease her screaming nipple.
“Oh, God...,” the long moan comes from deep within Elsie.
She’s fighting to keep a tight hold on her restraint. Hear heart and body want to run wild on the magic carpet that John is promising. But her mind is yelling at her to hold back, to remember she’s damaged.
John can feel her threatening to pull away from him. He decides to push her further, to push her boundaries even more, until he can finally break them down completely.
Taking the fuse that’s been lit, he moves their hands up to the button and zipper of her jeans. He puts her fingers on the zipper as his clasps the button. He flicks it open and then takes her hand again to slide down inside the front of her pants. When his fingers graze over her naked mound, he almost throws her onto the counter, desperate to rip her clothes off and take what he wants.
No, he thinks, she’s a wild and skittish stallion who needs to be tamed.
He guides both of their hands through her folds and into her wetness, both of them stroking and caressing her. John’s cock is throbbing, aching to be where those hands are. His fingers separate hers, opening her up so he can explore her. John pushes Elsie’s hand back so her clit is exposed, peeking out between their fingers. He takes that magical little button between his two fingers and rubs.
“Oh, God, John!” Elsie yells out as her hips grind into his cock and his hand.
“Yes, Angel,” he whispers, his voice sounds like dark silk.
With his other hand inside her bra he guides Elsie’s fingers to grasp her nipple. When she has it squeezed between two of
