Richard

My breath hitched in my chest. There was no way she meant what I thought she meant, right? Not after the day she’d had. But the way she looked up at me, doe-eyed and steady, I could see that she knew what she was asking. That she meant it.

I could feel the lingering tension in her body under my hands, the remains of the fear and uncertainty, and she was asking me to help her get rid of it. She was trusting me with her vulnerability, reaching out to me to make her feel better after the worst night of her life. How could I possibly say no?

“You sure about that, Lauren?” I asked, letting my hands fan out across her back sensually. Immediately, I felt her relax into me. “I’m not gonna turn you down, but I don’t want you regretting it either.” She blinked up at me slowly.

“I’m sure,” she said. “I’m tired, but I need this. I’m so tense. Please, help me?” I smiled softly at her, stepped us into the room, and closed the door behind us. Lauren’s whole body sagged in quiet relief.

“I know you’re tired, baby,” I said, letting my voice dip lower just to feel her shiver. “I’ll take care of you, just do what I say, okay?”

I got a front-row seat to Lauren’s eyes drooping, her face going lax as she nodded up at me. I felt a thrill go through me.

I needed this, too.

So I tilted her head up and devoured her slowly, smacking our lips together time and time again and just relishing in feeling her against me.

I’d spent the last hours marinating in the fear that I’d never be able to hold her again, that the few memories we’d made were the only ones I’d get with her. It made me realize how strong the pull between us was, that whole ‘you never know what you have until it’s gone’ thing kicking in and telling me how powerful our connection could be if I gave it space to grow. That I couldn’t let her slip through my fingers.

Well, she wasn’t. She was right here, in front of me, body real and solid as our chests pressed together. She was here, and I’d been willing to let go of her as long as I could comfort myself with the knowledge she was in the room right next to me, but now that she’d given me the option of keeping her tangibly beside me, I knew how deeply I needed it. So I took it.

She was soft and yielding as I walked her back towards the bed, in no rush. She needed to let go of thought, to just follow commands and let her mind float, and I wanted so deeply to give her what she needed from me. My usual wild and aggressive approach wasn’t appealing—she needed firm guidance given with a gentle touch, and frankly, I needed to give her that. I needed her trust, her faith, her skin, and everything within. I needed to own her; I needed her to want me to own her.

And I needed her safe.

When we finally reached the bed, I was gentle in rolling her back onto it but stood right after, detaching our bodies. She whined, but I had to look at her for a minute. I was so glad I did—she was always beautiful, almost frighteningly so, but framed by the cool moonlight on one side and the warm lamplight on the other, she was ethereal. Her hair was spread behind her, and she was still dressed in her office attire; the only hint of what had happened to her was the bandage standing stark white against the darkening bruising around it. Her cheekbone on that side was bruising too, more lightly, from where she hit the ground.

But her eyes were calm, and her body was lax—every inch of her, top to bottom, laid out for me like a willing supper. My little rabbit, surrendering to my teeth.

But I didn’t want to bite into her today, just hold her so I could feel her there, so I just gave her my first order of the night. “Unbutton your blouse,” I said, voice low and deep, and my eyes followed her dainty little hands as they did as I commanded. The black button-down slowly parted, button by button, and I felt myself salivating at each tantalizing glimpse of her milky skin.

It was ridiculous how desperate she could make me with just an innocent sliver of her breastbone.

“And now my belt,” I husked, and she quickly reached out for me. I was already firmly within her spread legs, standing with my thighs pressed against the tall bed, but she still had to sit up just a little. I didn’t help her, but I did part her now undone blouse. I wanted to see every bit of her, to know for sure that they didn’t touch her anywhere else, didn’t leave any marks on her perfect body. That was my job now and mine alone.

I could tell she was already falling into that fuzzy space, not quite subspace but close to it, because of how much concentration it was taking her to unbuckle my belt. While she did, I smoothed my hands over her stomach, her ribs, and her collarbone and cupped her breasts over her bra. It was a pretty, dark teal color, and I made a note to buy her some clothes in that shade. It looked gorgeous against her skin.

I took my time rolling her tits in my hands, lavishing attention on them that I hadn’t been able to during our first tryst. In fact, as soon as Lauren had my cock free, I pulled her bra down and latched on. I felt her shiver and sigh as I mouthed at her tit, sucking on the side of it a little before wandering to the other and playing my tongue over her nipple. Her head fell back happily.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her bum all the way to the edge of the bed, forcing her legs to spread wider. Her pencil skirt rode higher up until it was bunched and straining around her hips and revealing her cloth-covered mound. She gasped as I slapped my cock against it, the jolt traveling through her body even through her underwear, and she looked at me with dazed and hazy eyes.

I smirked a little, unable to resist playing just a little rough with her as I pinched the underside of her breast between my teeth for a brief moment of exhilarating pain. She let a small moan slip through, her eyes sliding closed again like all she wanted was to focus on the sensations. I was glad we’d sexted almost every night; it told me more about what she liked than I had known during our first encounter, and I was fully planning to put all of that knowledge to use tonight.

I held my cock in one hand, the other holding Lauren’s hip as I rubbed it over her. The heat of her wasn’t as intense through the panties, but the tease was divine. I loved thrusting between her pussy lips, the bottom of my cock scraping against her clit, and part of me wanted to rip the panties off to do just that. The other part of me whispered that something about this felt so hot, almost taboo in a childish sort of way. She seemed to like it very much too, so I wasn’t about to stop.

Lauren was letting out a constant stream of breaths and sighs that guided me. I moved my mouth to her neck, and she tilted her head back for unlimited access. Such a good girl. I wanted to reward her, and the fabric of her underwear was beginning to chafe on my cock just the tiniest bit.

Usually, I’d rip the panties off or push them to the side, but tonight, I calmly slipped my hands up Lauren’s skirt to her hips and pulled the panties down, slowly and gently, building anticipation in us both. I slid them down, marveling at the fact that her pussy already glistened with a little bit of arousal.

She looked delectable underneath me, exposed but not undressed, and the little shudder in her breath when I slid my fingers through her slit was unbearably erotic.

“No,” I commanded, firm but soft, as she started to move her hips in lazy little circles. Immediately, they fell back to the bed. “I know what you need, and you’re going to let me take care of you. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Lauren sighed.

I couldn’t deny how hard my cock jumped hearing her address me like that without being asked, without even knowing I wanted her to. It hadn’t come up in our sexting, mainly because we were focusing on her rape kink, and who calls their rapist ‘sir’ in the middle of the act? Well, I supposed I could make her, but… I pushed that to the back burner to look at later. I didn’t want to think about that kink just then, too shaken from the last hours and the reality of her potential death—or worse—to imagine treating her like that.

No, I was doing exactly what I wanted to do, mapping every curve with my palms and my mouth and committing it all to memory, lavishing her with all the care she needed and deserved as I slowly worked her up with two fingers on the hood of her clit. She was such a good girl, lying inactive just like I’d told her. She took orders so beautifully.

I coaxed her clit fully out from its hood before sinking two fingers into her. She was just as soft and hot inside as I remembered her being around my cock, but this was the first time I felt it around my fingers. She was so relaxed, so wet, that they slid in with almost unnatural ease. Lauren hummed, eyes closed. That’s it, I thought, focus on the sensations I’m giving you. Feel them to the fullest.

Neither of us broke the hush, even when I pulled my fingers from her pulsing cunt and reached for the wallet in my back pocket. I didn’t usually keep condoms there, knowing they didn’t last long with all that friction, but after last time, I decided to take the precaution and just change the condom out every week. I opened it up and—

“Wait,” Lauren breathed. I paused and looked at her questioningly. “I want to feel you fill me up.”

I gulped, forcing down the surge of animal hunger in my gut. Not tonight.

“Are you sure?” I asked. I wasn’t about to deny her—nothing was hotter than fucking a woman knowing you could breed her—but I wanted to be sure she was making the decision in her right mind. Our tests had both come back clean, and she was on birth control and I’d get her Plan B again, but there was still the tiniest risk, however miniscule.

She just held my eyes and nodded, and I threw the opened condom to the side.

I ran the head of my cock through her wetness a few times, making sure to roll it over her clit, before grasping myself and pushing in. I slid into her so quickly, like she was made for me, and in one long, slow stroke, I bottomed out. I sighed, and she smiled as her eyes fluttered closed again. She really was something else.

I kept it slow, languid, as I worked for that angle that would make her shake and clench around me, savoring the feel of her everywhere we touched. There was no denying that she was here as long as I was inside her, and if she was here, then she was safe. I felt her pussy pull me in each time I pulled out, sucking me back in and clinging to me when I thrust deeper again. That’s right, hold on to me. Good girl.

As the tension in my stomach grew, I let my speed increase, leaning down over her and wrapping my arms around her as I mouthed at her neck. Her own hands came up to rest against my shoulder blades, and it anchored me more than I thought it could. I was still fully dressed, aside from having my cock out, but even through my shirt, the pressure of her physically against me calmed some irrationally worried side of me. I liked it so much.

Her breaths became louder, as did mine, and soon, we were both panting into the quiet night. The only sounds were our breathing, the occasional almost moan, and the sound of our bodies connecting wetly. Faster, faster. Deeper, but not harder. Her form was wracked with shivers, and I held her against me as I finally drove her into a G-spot orgasm.

For a second, she stopped breathing entirely, her cunt clenching down on me so hard I almost couldn’t move, but just a few short, jerking thrusts later, I was spilling into her with a low groan. Her whole body relaxed, like feeling my cum warming up her insides was just what she needed to cut the last string of tension, and something in me soared. How could our kinks line up so perfectly?

It wasn’t a long orgasm or an intense one, but that hadn’t been the point. She needed me as close as I could possibly be, and I needed to give that to her. The orgasm was good, and hers seemed to be too, but as the tingling high slowly faded away, I knew it was more about the physical release mirroring the emotional one. We’d held on to so much fear, so much paranoia and doubt, and now we could let it go.

Lauren was so close to sleep it was painful to keep her up, but I needed her to sit on the toilet for a moment to let me clean her up, and she complied. I promised we’d take a shower in the morning and just wipe down the key points on her sleepy body now with a soft rag so she wouldn’t wake up feeling uncomfortable; then, I did the same to myself and took us back to the bedroom. Clothes were shed, the comforter was pushed to the floor, and we cuddled up to each other under the sheets to feel the skin we hadn’t revealed during sex. I slept better than I had in weeks.

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