Slipping my fingers into his hair I gaze up at him and earnestly say, “I am happy I met you.”
“Mutual.” He kisses me and travels those kisses down my neck where he nibbles a little. A flash of the memory when I called my mom with bruises on my neck, flashes before me. I release the memory, and tell myself, this neck is mine now. And I can trust this man with it.
“You okay?”
“Yes,” I smile, guiding his hand to my breast. “Please keep going. I want to be with you tonight.”
Delicately he lifts my nipple to his parted lips, breathes hotly on it and gives it a kiss. I sigh and he licks me a little, slowly at first. “Mmm.” This sound makes him sit me down on the bed. He kneels and licks my nipple for the longest time, with such love I begin to feel a sensation there when before I never did. I had no idea this could feel so good. He moves to the other and takes his time there, too, until tingles drift all over me. “Wow,” I whisper, light-headed.
His fingers slide across the top of my sweats and I rise up enough so he can pull them off. He tugs my panties with them, but takes his time and watches as each inch of me, all the way down to my ankles, is revealed to him. As he makes his way back up, his fingertips whisper over my skin, tickling a little. I smile and lie back, sigh, while he explores.
From out of nowhere a knot turns in my stomach. I feel guilty, selfish, and rise up. “Let me do you. I’ll kiss you like this.”
Frowning, he shakes his head, rising to press his lips between my brow. “It’s all about you tonight, Stacy. I’ve been wanting to do this for you. I need to.”
“Just stay up here with me this time, please.”
“Of course,” he frowns, blinking at me like he should have known I’d need it that way this time. “If that’s what you want, I’ll do it.”
“I need to see your face.”
To know you’re not him.
Understanding flickers behind his eyes as he nods, fingertips tracing my jaw before our lips touch. Against them he reassures me, “I’ll be right here. It’s me. Just you, me, and Celia.” He briefly kisses me. “And Daniel.”
I laugh. It breaks the ice. He grins and lays on the bed with me, both of us on our sides facing each other. We explore like we’ve got nowhere else to be for years.
“I’m naked and you’re not.”
“You want me to take these off?” He snaps the elastic on his boxers.
“Yes.” I tug them down and he lifts his hip off the bed to help, and he keeps his hand on mine. It’s a touchstone, and I appreciate it. I saw his erection but I didn’t allow myself to really look yet. Turning to take it in, my lips part. The skin is smooth and taut because he’s very erect. But his eyes are kind and patient. I touch him and return to lying how we were. His eyes close for a second as I stroke his silkiness. “You trim your hair?”
“I do.”
“Me too.”
“I noticed,” he smiles and rolls on his back as I climb on top of him. Vic never let me do this because he wanted to be in control. And while I like that, I grew to hate it from him.
Tonk watches me and adjusts his body, sliding his hands up my stomach until he cups my breasts and holds them. I’ve flattened his erection to his abdomen, and I’m sitting on it, the split in my pussy holding it in place, my tiny bean against his veins. Leaning down for a kiss I gaze into his eyes and memorize this moment. I rise up a little and guide his tip against my pussy, pushing in slightly as we stare at each other.
“You want to go slower?”
“No, I need you.”
“You’re very wet, Stacy.”
“I’m pulsing. It’s just my heart that worries.”
“About?”
“That I’ll wake up.”
He pulls me down for a soft kiss. “You did. The nightmare is over.”
I take him inside of me and we carefully begin to move, checking in with each other. I let my eyes drift down and watch him disappearing inside of me, enjoying that he looks so different in every way than my past. This settles my tension a bit and I let myself enjoy us. “Tonk,” I moan, throwing my head back and letting pleasure rise with each full penetration.
His hands grip my hips, and he’s panting, watching me ride him, letting me lead. “You’re so…Stacy, I love you.”
I fall onto him and we kiss as the primal feelings take over. I’d forgotten how good sex can feel. With Tonk I’m coming out of hibernation, and I hope it’s for good. Please let it be for good.
As we stare at each other, he’s trying to hold back. “I’ve never had sex with someone I love before. It’s so much better. I’m having a hard time though. It’s so good!”
“I’m on the pill,” I murmur against his lips. “I’ve been on it for months. You can do whatever you like. I want you to be so happy you can’t hold it back.”
He frowns, “No, this time is us together. And that’s my aim from now on, anyway. I’m not leaving you behind.”
Our lips lock, tongues teasing as he guides my hips in circles. The burn pulls from inside of my pussy, and I separate from the kiss to moan.
He moves a little quicker, eyelids hooded. We stare at each other as I hit the edge but can’t go over. Tonk senses this, and repeats, “The nightmare
