Page 30 of Trust In Me

She looks over at my glistening fingers and a war of emotions spread across her face; lust, heat, confusion, and shame. Sadly, the latter seems to win as she averts her gaze and begins to pull her arms over her body in a desperate attempt to cover up her naked body. But, using my free hand, I stop her before she has the chance.

“Don’t ever hide from me, Flower. You are gorgeous, and the fact that your tight little pussy gets this wet just for me is all kinds of hot.” My voice is deep and raspy, lust evident in the gravelly tone that is all for her. Without taking my eyes off her, I watch her beautiful chocolate eyes widen as I move my fingers into my mouth. I let her see my tongue lick the wetness from my glistening digits. Her eyes start to widen before her pupils dilate with lust, and without even thinking about it, she squirms about beneath me, no doubt desperately trying to quench the thirst that’s building. But, I’m here to take care of that.

“You taste so fucking delicious, but that’s nowhere near enough for me.” As I speak I slowly slide down her body, pressing a trail of kisses down her body as I make my way towards my destination.

As I start to pull down her trousers, she grips onto them tightly, and I look up at her straight away, worried I have gone too far. “You don’t have to do this, Kellan. I know I said I don’t want to talk about it, and I really fucking don’t, but as soon as you lower my trousers, my past will be very fucking evident. So, you don’t have to do this.” Her voice quivers and I can see the shame as tears begin to fill her eyes. As a rogue one escapes before she can blink it away, I use the pad of my thumb to wipe it from her cheek.

“If you want me to stop, I will. But if you want this as much as I think you do, then I will make you a promise. When I take down your sweatpants, I promise to only see you, not your past. You know you can always say stop with me. Then, another day, another time, when you are ready, we can talk about your past. But not right now.” I don’t know how to make my voice seem any more sincere, and if she doesn’t trust the words, hopefully she can see it in my eyes.

Her gaze deepens, almost like she’s trying to see into my soul, but I realise this is her moment. The moment where she decides if she can put her trust in me, or not. I don’t envy her. I haven’t exactly been open and honest with her about Shayla, although I think she knows enough to put the pieces together. Maybe this is the moment for us both. If Mia, who has clearly been through so much more than I can even imagine, is capable of trust, then I will have to put my trust in her too.

“Are you sure?” she asks, and I can tell she wants this, it’s just fear holding her back.

“Pinkie promise,” I say, holding my pinkie out for her to shake, like I used to do with Liam growing up. When we were kids this was the equivalent of an unbreakable vow.

At first she looks at my outstretched little finger, before giving a light chuckle and linking her finger with mine. “Make me feel, please,” she begs, her voice raspy and guttural.

Fuck, I almost came in my pants just hearing her say that. After pressing my lips against hers for a quick but passionate kiss, I waste no time pulling her sweatpants down. For a second, I allow myself to see what Mia had so desperately been trying to hide, but I quickly school my face and continue like I promised I would. I don’t know what I was expecting to see, her skin everywhere else is almost perfect, but as soon as her trousers come down it’s a different story.

All the way across her pubic mound, along her inner thighs, and no doubt travelling over her ass cheeks, are scars. Lots of different shapes, sizes, and colours. There are some that look like cuts, others that look like welt marks, and some that are very obviously cigarette burns. Most are a silvery translucent colour, indicating they are old wounds, but some are still in the angry red, purple phase, indicating they didn’t happen all that long ago.

How could I have not seen this? I have slept with her when she has been in her underwear, and I’ve seen her in a bikini. I guess because the majority can be hidden by the way her legs touch, or covered with fabric. I hate seeing it, but I made her a promise and I intend to fucking keep my promise. We will talk about this, but right now I’m going to give her exactly what she asked for. I’m going to make her feel things that I imagine nobody else ever has. That thought alone makes my heart soar. For once, I’m not the villain in this situation, I don’t want to be. I don’t want to tell this beautiful girl, my beautiful flower, that I can’t promise her tomorrow because the truth is, I can and I would. If I was braver, I would give her everything I could.

Things with Shayla were different, I didn’t know how I felt or what I wanted. I didn’t want to promise her tomorrow as she deserved more than someone who wasn’t sure how I felt. I wanted to love her, particularly after she got pregnant, and I would have made it work, but it would have been the wrong choice. I feel more for Mia, from the moment I met her, than I ever have with anyone else. She makes me feel and I want to be better, to be exactly what she needs. It’s like I was made just for her and I didn’t start really living until I met her. I don’t give a shit how soppy I sound, or how many fucking reasons there are not to date Mia, I want her. And now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t ever let her go.

Before Mia has a chance to notice my moment's hesitation, I use one hand to spread open her pretty pink lips, exposing her dripping wet cunt, and with the tip of my tongue, I slowly drag it through her slit, making sure to circle the clit as I reach it. Mia’s back arches up off the bed, and I snake my free hand around her body so that I can use my strength to keep her pressed onto the bed.

I don’t waste any more time, diving into her pussy with my tongue, feasting on her delicious juices. The more I circle and flick her clit, the more wanton Mia gets. At first she seems almost shy, trying not to make any noise or move, but after I tell her it’s okay, and to just listen to how her body feels, she does and it’s fucking amazing. Her moans are like music to my ears. Her little pants as she begs me for more has my cock so hard I don’t even want to imagine how purple the head must be right now. I do contemplate pulling my cock out. A few strokes with my hand and he will be blowing his load for sure. But, I don’t want to scare Mia off. She is like a timid little animal, experiencing life for the first time. I’m worried that if I startle her, she will run and never look back. I need to take my time with her, to cherish her and make her feel more than she ever has before.

I can feel her orgasm building. It's harder to keep her pinned to the bed as her hips continue bucking up to meet the wet edge of my tongue. Gently, I slip a fingertip into her dripping pussy. I’m not even up to the second knuckle and I can already feel how tight she is. Her throaty moan fills the room. “More,” she begs, and so I do as I’m told.

Pushing my first finger all the way into her hot pussy, I pause to give her time to adjust, continuing my assault on her clit with my tongue. She rocks her hips, fucking my finger to chase the pleasure she so desperately craves. I can’t keep the shit-eating grin off my face. I’m able to make this shy, broken girl, who only half an hour ago was too shy to show me her naked body, cry out in ecstasy. Now she is fucking my hand and chasing the pleasure she knows she deserves, and I love that I did that. I want to see her fall apart, and I know she’s close.

Without any further hesitation, I pull out my finger and this time when I push back in, I add a second finger too. Fuck does her pussy feel tight. So fucking tight. I give her a few seconds to adjust again, but as she starts bucking her hips, I decide to show her who is really in charge.

“No, Flower. If you want to come, I will be the one to make you. All you have to do is ask,” I say sweetly, as I move my fingers in and out of her pussy at a torturously slow rate. My breath as I speak flutters over her clit and I see her quiver.

“Do it,” she whispers, but I don’t take orders from her. I slow my fingers down even more, almost to the stage where they aren’t moving at all. I hope she gets on board with this very soon because it’s just as torturous for me as it is her. Okay, so maybe she has it worse, but I’m the one walking away from this with blue balls, I deserve to have a little fun.

“Oh, Flower. I don’t take orders in the bedroom, I give them. Now, ask nicely, or better yet, beg me. Then you can have whatever you want,” I reply gruffly, sounding extremely fucking horny. I can’t wait until we’ve done all the talking and we finally get to the stage where I can plunge my cock into this gorgeous fucking pussy. Because we will get to that stage, and very fucking soon if I have my way.

“Please can you move your fingers?” she mumbles so quietly I can barely hear her. I want her to be confident, and to take the pleasure she deserves. This may look like me trying to exert my dominance, and in a way it is, but it’s also teaching her to listen to her own body. To know what she wants and to not be afraid to ask for it or to take it.

“My fingers are moving, Flower. Tell meexactlywhat you want.” I do speed my fingers up ever so slightly, since she was a good girl and did what I asked, but I still want more. I want to hear her shout from the rooftops.

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers. I want to feel your lips against my clit. I want to fall apart in your arms, knowing you will catch me. Happy now?” she yells, sitting up slightly so she can look at me while she shouts, and her face gets angrier as she sees my cocky grin getting bigger.

“I’m very fucking happy. That is exactly what I wanted to hear.” As soon as I finish the words, I dive in like a starving man eating his first meal. My tongue lapping at her clit, as my fingers piston in and out of her tight, wet pussy with reckless abandon. She meets every one of my thrusts and begs for more. This beautiful woman is killing me, and that’s just while I’m using my fingers, I don't even want to imagine how good her cunt will feel wrapped around my dick, like a glove made just for me. I can only imagine how fucking amazing she will feel. If only I could feel her now.

Fuck that, Burke! You have restraint, so use it,I mentally chastise myself. But the problem is, that’s the logical side of my brain talking. The side that gets pushed to one side when the blood flows south. So, now a very different head is running the show and he wants more. He doesn’t want to walk away with blue balls. He wants to sink balls deep into the fucking hot girl who is currently writhing around on my fingers.

No matter how much my dick may want that—and trust me, he wants it really fucking bad—I’m not breaking my promise to Mia. She deserves more than that. She deserves to know that sex can just be for her.

I see the exact moment when Mia starts to lose control, but it doesn’t quite go the way I hoped. Her legs begin to tense, and I can feel the muscles underneath where my hand is resting on her lower stomach, they are all clenching together. Her pussy feels like it’s getting impossibly wetter, and her walls are clamping down on my fingers, making it difficult to move them as much as I would like, but I do what I can. Her back is arched off the bed, tits pushed out above her and it’s such a fucking gorgeous sight. Arms splayed on either side as she clutches onto the bedsheets and I can see some of her knuckles turning white from how tight she has them gripped. It’s not until I look up at her, and notice her wide, open eyes, do I see the fear reflected back.

Fuck, I don’t know what to do. That’s when it dawns on me, she probably doesn’t like the feeling of losing control. More than that, she may never have had an orgasm before, so it’s my job to reassure her.

“Relax, Flower. I’ve got you. Just listen to your body, and let yourself feel. It feels like you are losing control, but I promise you that you aren’t. I will be here with you. Now, take some big, deep breaths,” I instruct, and thankfully she begins to breathe. I notice her body respond, as she seems to deflate and relax. Now I just need to capitalise while she’s at her most relaxed and push her over the edge.

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