Within a few minutes, I’m not just being kissed. I’m being devoured.
And to have this happen to me—to my body, with my consent, with my complete desire and yearning—is something.
Something amazing.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a man the way I want Leif, and though it doesn’t make any sense—other than the fact that he’s incredibly good-looking—I’m ready to go with it. I’m ready to let him explore me, do whatever he wants to me.
I know. I know that if I tell him to stop, he will stop.
He makes all that big man talk about “tell me now if you want to stop, because I won’t be able to.” But this man? This Ex-Navy SEAL? He will stop if I ask him to stop.
I brush the shirt back over his shoulders until it lands on my hardwood floor. Then I touch him. I run my hands down his neck, over his broad shoulders, savoring the hardness and the warmth of them.
I touch his chest, his hard pecs. He’s so blond he has almost no chest hair, and what little he has is nearly white.
He’s perfect. His nipples look like light copper coins, and when I run my fingertips over them, they harden for me.
Then there’s the bulge. The bulge I already noticed in his jeans. He must be huge, and I want huge. If I have huge, it will burn through me, erase everything that’s been done down there before—without my consent.
It will be perfect.
We continue to kiss as he discards my blouse. My bra is pink lace. I’m not really a pink lace person, and I’m not sure why I bought this bra. I wore it today for good luck on my job interview.
He groans and cups my breasts through my bra.
Then he breaks the kiss. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
I simply sigh. I’m determined not to lash out. I want to enjoy this. Once it’s over, he’ll probably quit his job, and I may never see him again.
I have to be okay with that.
He reaches around my back and deftly unclasps my bra, pulling it off of me. My breasts fall against my chest, and my nipples are already hard.
“You have a pretty blush on top of your breasts,” he says. “So beautiful.” He cups them again, thumbs my nipples, making me jolt.
My God.
To have a man touch me—not in violence but in gentleness.
Except I’m not sure I want gentleness from Leif Ramsey either.
I want to be taken. Taken and pillaged, burned through to expunge all the horrible things that have been done to my body.
I don’t have a lot of scars like some of the other girls. Just a few on my back and on my inner thighs.
But I can’t think about them now. Leif probably has scars too, although I don’t see any on his chest or back. Then again, that tattoo takes up his entire back. Perhaps it’s more than a memorial to his fallen friends. Perhaps it’s covering something else.
He leads me over to the couch, sits down beside me, lowers his head, and flicks his tongue over one nipple.
A spark travels through me, ricocheting and landing between my legs.
God, between my legs. I still have feeling there, after all this time.
He flicks the nipple and then he closes his lips around it and sucks, while he fingers the other one, twisting it lightly.
Oh my God. So good. Feels so freaking good.
Leif Ramsey knows his way around a woman’s body, and I want him to really enjoy mine.
He slides his hand—the one that was fondling my nipple—down my belly to my pants, unbuttoning them and then unzipping them.
He stops for a moment.
Does he think I’m going to tell him to stop?
I don’t want to talk, for fear that I’ll lash out when I don’t mean to. I simply cover my hand with his and push it underneath the waistband of my bikini panties.
He groans against my breast, sucks the nipple harder, and then takes over, moving his hand over my vulva and between my legs.
Another groan, and he drops the nipple. “You’re wet.”
“Am I?”
He looks at me then, burns me with his gaze. “You want this as much as I do.”
“I thought that was obvious.”
“Nothing’s obvious with you, Kelly.” Then he smashes his mouth to mine, kisses me deeply, hungrily.
He toys with my wet folds, and all I want is to get out of these clothes. For him to get out of his clothes, to thrash naked on the couch, on my bed, on the floor. On the kitchen table. I don’t care.
I wriggle my hips, trying to shimmy out of my pants. All I succeed in doing is kicking off my shoes.
I don’t want to break the kiss, but I do, and I gasp in a breath.
“Please,” I pant out. “Clothes. I want to take off my clothes.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “All right. Please do.”
Is he expecting a striptease? He’s in for a surprise. I get rid of my clothes in an instant, nothing sexy about it. Just crumpled pants and panties on the floor along with my shoes.
I’m sitting naked on the couch, and all I can think about is his lips. Those lips that are so firm on mine, and how they might feel on my inner thighs, between my legs, sucking on my pussy.
“You sure about this, Kelly?”
“Oh, for God’s sake, already,” I huff out. “I’m sure. I’m wet. I’m ready. I’m sure.”
“If you say so.”
Leif rises, kicks off his shoes, removes his jeans, his underwear, his socks.
I look away for a moment, and I’m not sure why.
Until he says, “Look at me. Look at me, Kelly.”
I turn and stare at him. He’s standing above me as I sit on the couch. His dick springs out from a blond bush, and just as I suspected…
He’s huge.
He’s huge enough to corrode through me and obliterate everything that’s ever happened to my body.
And that’s what I need.
That’s what I’m yearning for.
I gape at him. I can’t help myself.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yes. I’m okay. Please stop asking. I want this. I promise you if I change my mind at any moment, I will let you know.”
“Good enough.” He grabs his jeans, fishes something out of the pocket.
It’s a condom, and I expect him to rip it open, sheath himself, and get into me quickly.
But he doesn’t. He simply sets it on the coffee table, and then he kneels before me, spreads my legs.
“You have a beautiful pussy, Kelly. You’re so wet and glistening.”
I heat all over. From embarrassment? From arousal?
I’m not sure, and I don’t even care.
All I know is his lips are pink and swollen from all the kissing we’ve done, and I can’t wait to feel them between my legs.
He scoots me toward him so my pussy is mere inches from his mouth. Then he smiles at me. He looks at me from between my legs, and he smiles at me.
But the scars…
Surely he must notice them.
The thought flees from my mind.
He’s so handsome, and that smile could melt the hardest heart.
I’m sure mine is one of the hardest out there.
I’m not quite ready to melt my heart yet, but I am ready for him to suck my pussy.
He touches me first. Smooths his fingers over the scars on my thighs. I wait for him to say something, ready to strike back.
But he doesn’t. He simply caresses me, sliding his fingers from my thighs to the folds of my pussy and then—
His lips are on me, his tongue sliding up and down my folds, swirling around my clit.
My God… The feelings that roll through me are so much more intense than I imagined. I imagined something purely physical. But I’m feeling…
I’m feeling…
I don’t know.
I can’t put any of it into words, and I don’t want to. Words might somehow bastardize it. I want to just go with it, enjoy the feelings. Let them flow through me and around me and over me and under me.
And maybe erase some of the shit from my life.
He groans against my flesh, licking and sucking, and every time his tongue touches my clit, I grasp cushions of the couch, my knuckles white. It’s just right out of reach. That feeling—that intense, emotional—
And then—
Something shatters within me, and the world crowns in my body, like an explosion.
Except it’s not an explosion. It’s more of an implosion. Everything pulsing toward my core—that place between my legs where he’s sucking, eating.
Growling, lapping at my inner thighs.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Come for me. Come all over my face.”
I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve had orgasms before, or so I thought.
But this…
My thoughts give way to my feelings, and I sink. I sink into the couch. Into a sea of happiness and contentment that I never knew existed.
I relax, relax around me. And I think…
I think maybe…
Maybe I’ll be okay.
Leif slides his fingers into me, adding to the sensation, and I find myself right on the brink again…
So I let go.
I close my eyes, sink farther into the couch, and I let everything go.
Somehow I’m on my back now, my eyes still closed, when—
“Open your eyes, Kelly. Open your eyes and look at me.”
My eyes pop open, and there is Leif—his handsome face, his full lips, his searing blue eyes—hovering over me, his dick between my legs.
“You ready?” he asks.
“God, yes.”
He thrusts into me.
Even though I’m wet and sated from orgasms, he burns through me like his cock is on fire. Such a good burn. A fast burn.
And with that fire, he burns away all the horrid things that happened to me down there. He gives my body back to me.
And I let out a moan. A long slow moan.
“Leif…”
“God, baby, you are so fucking tight.”
He pulls out and pushes back in, and I feel the burn again. I relish the burn. I fucking love the burn.
In, out, in, out…
Slowly at first, and then he increases his speed, grunting over me, and I close my eyes—
“No. Those eyes, Kelly. They stay open. Watch me. Watch me fuck you.”
Again my eyes pop open, as if in obedience to his command.
I’m not an obedient type of girl, but damn…
So I watch. I watch him fuck me. I watch his eyes, and then I look between our bodies, watch his cock plunge in and out of me.
And again… The beauty of our joining erases all the negativity from that part of my body.
That’s why I wanted this. That’s why I need this.
“I want you to come again,” he growls. “Touch your clit if you have to, Kelly. Come again.”
But I don’t have to touch my clit. His pubic bone is doing that for me every time he thrusts inside me. And I’m on my way. I’m on my way—
“Yes!” I shout, as I implode once again, all my blood boiling through my veins and rushing straight to my pussy.
“Yeah, that’s it. You’re so hot, baby. God, I’m going to come. Going to come—” He grits his teeth. “Fuck, Kelly!”
He thrusts inside me so far that I’m not sure where he ends and I begin.
All I know is I can feel every pulse of his dick as I’m reeling from my own orgasm, and I feel burned. Heated. Scarred.
Scarred in a good way.
He burned all the evil from me. Everything that happened on that island is now gone.
And I’m new.
My body is new.