Page 28 of Mending Me
She arched her back as my fingers slid back and forth along her center and moaned quietly as I continued to play with her breasts. Her breath was starting to labor and her head fell backwards. I loved the way the few stray pieces framed her face and how she looked on my lap as I took her this way. I continued to rub her pussy until I couldn’t wait to know how it felt to be inside of her any longer. Slowly, I slipped one finger in, feeling her tighten around it as I did. The sound of relief that came from her told me she had been waiting to know how it felt for me to have her this way too.
I pushed my finger back and forth, in and out, slowly edging her further.
“You like that, hermosa?3?” I murmured into her ear.
“Yes...yes,” she whispered back through labored breaths. Then, ever so slowly, I slid another finger deep within her and felt her quiver on top of me.
“I love how tight you feel around my fingers, it makes me desperate to know how you feel on my cock. I wanna know how that pretty pussy of yours feels as I sink myself inside of you.” I had no idea where this version of me was coming from, I would never say these things normally. But something about her mademe a different man. She pushed herself down and took my ear between her teeth.
“What’s stopping you?” Her eyes were filled with desire and passion as they met mine.
“Not yet. I’m not done playing with you.”
I pulled my fingers from her and looped my arms around her again to flip her on her back. When her head hit the pillow, I lowered myself down and gently started to pull the hem of her shorts lower. She lifted her hips as an invitation for me to remove them completely. I slipped the shorts and her panties off of her ankles carefully and tossed them onto the floor alongside our discarded shirts.
When I looked back at her, fully exposed in front of me, I saw a flash of panic cross over her face. I’d seen the look many times before on the battlefield when an ambush was starting or when citizens from far off places watched as armed soldiers rolled into their cities. You’re trained to see this look as a soldier, because when there is panic, there is usually danger following closely behind it. She tried to cover her panic quickly, but I had seen it, and I needed to make sure she was okay.
“What’s wrong?” I leaned down to cover her naked body with mine and brushed the loose strands of hair out of her face.
“Nothing, I’m fine, don’t stop.” Her eyes didn’t meet mine and she chewed her bottom lip. When she tried to lift her hips to mine and went to kiss me, I pulled away to look at her.
“Bailey…” I encouraged.
She swallowed hard and pulled her eyes to look at me, defeat and embarrassment written all over her face. Her voice was so small and her eyes filled with shame and small tears. “There are things you don’t know about me. And as much as I want this and you, I just don’t know?—”
“Hey.” I didn’t even let her finish her thought, because I needed her to know that if she wasn’t ready for this, then I wasokay with that. “It’s okay, mi hermosa?4.” There was so much shame in her eyes and I wanted to do everything I could to erase it. To make her know that there is nothing to be ashamed of. Not with me. I brought my hand to the side of her neck and locked my eyes on her.
“There are things you don’t know about me either,” I promised. So many things she didn’t know. Things I wasn’t sure if I would ever be brave enough to tell her. But right now, I wanted her to know that she wasn’t alone with whatever demons she was facing.
“Why don’t we find your clothes and just hangout? We don’t have to do anything more if you aren’t ready.” I pressed my lips to the top of her forehead and felt her nod underneath them.
“Are you sure?” Her eyes were round and wide as they looked up at me and I used my thumb to wipe away a single tear that has fallen down her cheek.
“Of course I’m sure. You’re safe with me, always. I promise I’ll never hurt you.”
“I trust you.”
1 beauitful
2 My beautiful girl.
3 beautiful
4 my beautiful girl
17
BAILEY
Iblinked my eyes open when the sounds from the other side of my door brought me out of the best night of sleep I’ve had in over two years. My body was unusually warm and there was a heavy weight around my waist. My hands reached towards it and when I realized it was Hank’s arm wrapped around me, the events of last night came back to me.
“You’re safe with me, always. I promise I’ll never hurt you.”
“I trust you.”
I do trust him.
For a man I only met a few weeks ago, I felt like I could trust him with so much of myself. And last night, when he didn’t push me to go any further, I knew his promise was sincere. He had never struck me as the kind of guy to push any boundaries, but his suggestion to stop because he knew I wasn’t ready surprised me. Not because I thought he was the kind of guy to get upset if he didn’t get laid, but because I had never been with a guy who was perfectly fine not going any further after we’d already gotten past a certain point. The fear of blue balls was normally enough for a guy to need to keep going once things had gotten started.
