Page 42 of Shattered Choices

I spread my legs wide, exposing my naked pussy.

Will this stop here, or will he crawl?

His eyes fall on my pussy and then on me again as he gets to his hands and knees and crawls toward me, his eyes fixating on me.

One, two…

I place my fingers between my legs and push one finger inside me, moaning.

Three, four…

I keep pushing my fingers inside me as I watch him crawling until he is in front of me.

My heart is hammering in my chest. He’s the one on his knees, but he is far from prey. He is the predator, and he’s coming for me. And I will enjoy every second of it.

His hands touch my legs, and he kneels before me. I take my fingers from inside me and a growl escapes him as he takes my fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.

“Delicious. Is my crawling to you making you hot?” He smirks.

I nod, unable to say the words.

“Excellent.” His hands grab my thighs as he looks at my bare pussy. “Now what do you want me to do?”

“Eat my pussy.” The word comes breathlessly out of me.

He smiles. “Your wish is my command.”

His hand grips behind my knees and he pulls me to the edge of the bed. My breathing quickens as his head disappears between my legs and I land on my back and let myself enjoy the tongue fucking and sucking.

So, he did kiss it better, just to fuck me again and again. After the second round, I couldn’t take it anymore. That left me with him sleeping in my bed and me in his arms.

“I’ve never done that before.” He breaks the silence with a laugh.

“What do you mean?” I trace circles on his torso.

“I’ve never crawled to anyone.”

“Oh. Well, there’s a first time for everything.” I shrug.

“You are the only person I will crawl toward and kneel before. And I will do it every day if that means we can move on from our mistakes.”

I exhale. “Salvatore…”

In a second, I’m spun and pinned on my back, Salvatore’s eyes begging me. “Please. I don’t want you to forgive me, I just want you to try to let us move on and live in the future, not the past.”

I search his eyes, but all they show is the truth. There’s sincerity in them, and maybe that’s the reason for my response.

“I can’t promise you anything other than to listen to you.”

A smile appears on his face. “What are you saying?”

“I will wait for you here every night. And instead of notes, I want you to talk to me.” He laughs and seals our deal with a kiss. “First, I want to know what happened to you after I left.”

He smiles. “I learned that I deserve to be happy.”

Tonight, I learned that he has a family. That he has a mother and siblings, and he spends time with them. That they welcomed him with open arms. As he spoke about his mother, his eyes shone, and in them, I saw little boy Salvatore who never had a happy mother. When he spoke about his sister and how she never saw a stranger in him, his smile spread all over his face. I’d never seen him like this. He looked happy as he recounted dinner stories and funny things his siblings had done.

I smiled when he smiled; I asked questions and laughed when he laughed. I listened to him making plans for us and them and I didn’t think to decline any of it.

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