“Please,” she moans guttural and deep.
“Slide two fingers inside yourself, Angel,” John growls as he takes her hand in his in the confines of her pants, he puts two of her fingers together and guides them inside of her.
“Move them, stroke yourself inside, Baby Girl,” he directs her.
Her fingers begin that slow dance, gliding in and out of her, and his fingers join in, moving to an erotic melody. He is leading her perfectly, playing her with precision, each touch, flick, squeeze, and bite sending her higher. John takes her swollen clit between his fingers and slides one of his inside of her, to join her two fingers. The fullness in her, the teasing of her nipple, and the explosion of sensations on her clit are more than Elsie can take. She shatters into a million beautiful shards, screaming John’s name as she soars.
Her body goes from tight rigidity, to a mass of rubbery muscles. Her knees buckle and her legs threaten to give out on her from the intensity of her orgasm. John’s arms tighten around her, to hold her up, before she slithers to the floor in a puddle of sexual satisfaction.
Holy shit, it was only his fingers!!! she thinks. And mine! That was so hot!!
“Oh, my God…,” Elsie breathes heavily, shocked by how he just rocked her world.
“Come here, Angel,” John coos to her as he turns her around, picks her up, carries her to the table, and sits her on it. He takes her face in his hands and covers it with light tender kisses. She can smell herself on his hands, and it makes her breath catch.
“That was just a taste, Angel, of what you’re going to have tonight, a tiny little taste. We’re going to take you to places you’ve never even imagined before,” John tells her as he pulls her lower lip into his mouth, tasting and sampling her lips.
Elsie’s arms snake around his neck as her body leans into him, her pussy is still spasming from the mind-blowing trip it just took.
“If that was just a taste, Mountain Man,” Elsie purrs in his ear, “Then I’m glad I’m starved.”
John smiles wickedly and says, “Me, too, Angel.”
His mouth captures hers, feasting on it, consuming it, kissing her with a hunger so deep, she feels it in her womb.
John lifts his wet fingers to his mouth and smiles wickedly down at Elsie. They’re glistening with her cum. He inserts each finger one by one into his mouth and sucks off every last drop.
“Kiss me, Elsie, taste yourself on my tongue,” he says quietly, but with a firmness that takes her breath away.
He wraps a hand around the back of her neck and pulls her mouth to his, holding her tightly. Her tongue strokes his, wrapping around it, licking it clean, until all of her flavor is gone. She moves to his lips, licking and sucking them with such fervor, she buries both her hands in his hair, not letting him go until she’s done.
When they separate, Elsie’s head begins to clear like sunlight filtering through a cloudy sky. She quickly realizes that her pants are still undone and her shirt is bunched up. Her stomach is showing. She quickly yanks her shirt down as far as it will go so that John won’t see the scars covering her abdomen.
He’ll see everything in the sunlight. Not yet, don’t ruin this just yet. Please! she tries to push the fear away so it doesn’t ruin their perfect moment.
John noticed the urgent way Elsie pulled her shirt down. His gaze lowers along with his hands, sliding down her arms, over her hands, then coming to rest on her hips.
“Let’s fix you up, Baby Girl,” he says before he lifts her effortlessly off the table and sets her feet gently on the floor.
He lowers himself until he’s kneeling in front of her. As he moves his hands to her zipper, his eyes glimpse of a couple of scars across her abdomen, peeking out over the top of her black lace underwear. His hands open to hold her hips more firmly and more possessively as his fingertips caress the skin on her back lightly. John can feel Elsie’s body tense under his hands. He lowers his face to place a tender kiss on her scar. He feels her jump under his touch. He begins to leave a trail of kisses, as gentle as a butterfly, across her taut, creamy, white stomach, the splattering of old wounds is his lover. He wants to kiss away the pain he knows is deeply embedded within them on this fragile, beautiful woman.
Elsie’s body shifts and melts into the tenderness of his kisses, John can feel it. He rests his cheek against her soft skin and wraps his arms tightly around her.
What is he doing to me? He’s amazing, Elsie thinks, as her heart wants to burst with everything she’s feeling for him….and for herself…right now. She buries her hands in his hair and presses him tightly against her in the most intimate hug she has ever had in her life.
He lifts his face from her body and looks into her eyes. The raw, unguarded emotions in their eyes say more than any words ever could. He lowers his gaze and closes her pants. Then John stands and places his hands on her shoulders as hers come up to hold tightly to his sides. He kisses her firmly on the top of her head and holds the kiss, both of them motionless, sealing this tender moment.
“Alright, Angel, time to get to work. That’s why I kidnapped you, I needed a slave,” he smirks at her winking.
“And I bet it’s for a lot more than just cutting up vegetables, Big Fella,” Elsie replies, smirking right back at him.
He throws his head back and lets out a deep belly laugh that fills the room. Elsie can’t help but join in, his laughter is contagious.
“What’s so funny?”
