Page 29 of Wreck and Ruin
Meaningful.
And I know she feels the same way I do. We have given ourselves over and over and over again to monsters unworthy of our innocence. But this, this is for ourselves. No one else. And if she finds her power, lost in these moments with me, who am I to deny her?
She kisses me feverishly. Sinking her tongue into my mouth. Her desperation is unveiled as she runs her slender fingers through my hair, then down my neck and across the broadness of my shoulders, back up to grip my neck. Airlie holds me tighter, her lips never leaving mine as she claims me for herself. Our chests press together, craning my neck to reach her as I slide my tongue over hers, lightly sucking on it.
She tastes like pure fucking sunshine as I take her bottom lip in my mouth and bite down on it tenderly. She leans back a little, breaking our kiss, before trailing her fingers down the length of my arms and reaching for my hands. She draws a circle pattern on each of my palms, held out between us. Her smile, faint in the dark, is soft, making my heart skip a beat and leaving me weak in the knees.
“I've never kissed anyone before,” she whispers, unsure.
She's worried I will judge her for this. But it does the total opposite as my chest grows tighter with a feeling I have never felt before.
“Never?” I ask for some stupid reason. I know she isn’t lying, but I find myself craving the reassurance that I am the only one who has tasted her lips.
“Never. You are the only,” she says, and I understand her unsure, unfinished sentence. There's a double meaning there. I am the only one she has kissed. But I'm alsoheronly. The only one she wants.
“I am gonna need you to tell me, Airlie. Tell me the things you show me. I need your voice.”Craveher voice, but I don't say that part out loud.
“You are the only one. The only one I have wanted. I don't want, have never w-wanted, anyone else before you,” she whispers, looking down at my scarred chest. Her words may be slightly uncertain, but the way she hides her eyes from me shows me that she means them.
I tilt her chin with my thumb and index finger, not wanting her to hide from me. “Don't ever be ashamed of how you feel, Little Siren. Your thoughts, your feelings, are everything to me,” I say before pressing my lips softly against hers for one more kiss, and then I pull back. I reach for her hands, the chains rattling around us forgotten as she bites her bottom lip. “I want to taste you,” I almost beg before pulling her over to the stone wall. It's darker now. The moonlight is long gone as I gently lean her against the wall. “The ground is rough. I want you to be comfortable,” I whisper, guiding her back.
“Can I sit down? P-please?” she asks in a hurry, and I don't question it, but I sense that there's something about being against a wall she doesn't like.Noted. I push aside the rage coiling in my stomach, not wanting to spoil this moment I have with her.
“You can sit wherever you like, baby,” I reply. Her shadow shifts in front of me as she sits upright, her back flush against the stone.
“I like it when you call me that,” she says, a hint of a smile lacing her raspy tone.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask shyly before kneeling in front of her. I reach out, each hand resting on her knees as my fingers slowly dance across her delicate skin. “I want you in my mouth, Airlie. I want to taste your sweet pussy until you see stars,” I say, and she gasps. “Unless you don't want me to?”
“No. I want you to. I j-just…” her voice trails off, searching for the right words to say before continuing, “I can't imagine that it would feel good.”
“I promise, baby girl, it does. But if you don't want to try it, we can do something else?—”
“I want your mouth on me, Ezekiel,” she says,orders,and it only makes my hard cock twitch in anticipation. I want her like I've never wanted anything else, but I know that deep down, she needs this.
She needs to feel beautiful.
Worshiped.
She needs to know that this is her body, no one else's, and that she calls the fucking shots here. The little voice in my head that says her body is mine is overpowered by the wish for her to be her own before she can ever be anyone else's.
She will always get a choice with me.
I lean into her closer. My knees biting into the jagged ground between her parted legs as I kiss her. I trail my hands from her knees to her hips, then smooth them over the skin on her sides.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
“I'm sure of you,” she whispers in response, and it's all I can do not to claim her right now against this wall. I want to make this good for her. I want her to see that not all touches are bad. That you don't always have to feel ugly when you're with someone like this. Because, for years, I had wished for the same revelation. That one day, sex would have meaning, and I feel like I have found that meaning with her.
I trail my tongue down her neck and across her skin to her ear. Pulling her lobe into my mouth. My breath is warm against her salty skin, and she shudders beneath me, leaning closer to my body. I kiss down her neck, then to her pronounced collarbone. Kissing a path down to the curve of her right breast.
My mouth hovers above her nipple, blowing warm circles on her skin teasingly. She leans up, pushing her breast closer to my face.
She wants this.
She wants me.
I smile, taking the hint, then swirl my tongue around the hardness of her nipple before sucking it gently into my mouth. She gasps, her hand finding my hair, fisting it tightly, but I don't flinch. I'll take whatever pain she wants to give me. I move to her other breast, then shift my body back, granting myself room to trail my tongue along her stomach, to her navel, then lower, caressing the skin above her pussy.
