Page 65 of Letters to the Lost

Using my fingers to raise his chin, I make him look at me so he can see the honesty in my eyes.

“I willneverthink you are weak for what you went through. You are a survivor, Tobias, just like me. I am so proud of you for how kind you still are when you could be angry at the world.”

“I love you Babygirl,” he says then he kisses me like his life depends on it.

Stepping away from him, I return to my perch on the edge of the bed. Deciding I’m going to do this for him, it’s something that he wants, something he could need. The loss of control to feel free even if for a moment, all of the decisions taken away from you.

“Strip,” I tell him again, my tone firmer this time.

He slowly unbuttons his shirt, slipping it off and letting it fall to the floor, his eyes never leaving mine. I can feel how wet I am from watching him, his muscled arms flexing as he moves to unbuckle his belt. His chest has a spackle of hair leading down into his pants, my tongue desperate to lick along his six-pack. Trailing my eyes over his form, I can see his throat bob with a swallow, his tongue snaking out to lick his lips. Tobias’s pupils are blown with lust as he undoes his belt, slipping it through the hoops of his pants.

“Keep going,” I encourage him as he pulls down his pants, revealing his tight black boxers that leave nothing to the imagination. He kicks off his trousers making sure to remove his socks too, I hold in a giggle not wanting to discourage him at this moment.

The man before me is a god, that is all I can say. Defined muscles and the small scar on his eyebrow just make him a walking wet dream.

Unable to hold in the groan as he slips his thumbs into his boxer band, my core pulsing wanting to feel him inside of me already.

He removes his boxers, his hard cock leaking precum as it stands at attention, begging for release.

Tobias stands before me, his eyes once again downcast.

Standing up again, I walk over to him, my steps purposeful.

Any signs of me being tipsy are now gone from my system as I look at one of my boyfriends. Trailing my hand over his pecs and down his abs, I stop just before his cock, his hips flexing slightly.

“You are amazing,” I tell him, exploring his body with my fingertips goosebumps following in its wake as I walk around him. Stopping at his back, the most beautiful work of art is inked into his skin.

A fallen angel on her knees looking up at the sky as her wings slowly fall apart behind her, disintegrating before they seem to hit the ground. It’s so lifelike, the work is phenomenal. My hand reaches out to trace it subconsciously, but I pull back, not wanting to touch the scars underneath it without his permission.

“Can I?” I ask, a slight tremor runs through his frame.

“Please,” he begs.

My fingers slowly reach out running over the artwork, the raised scars beneath so similar to my own.

Pressing forward, I kiss every single one after I touch it, telling Tobias how amazing he is with each touch of my lips to his back. My sweet man is broken just like me and I vow to put him back together like he is me.

Once I’m facing him again, I place my hands on each side of his face and pull him in for a deep kiss, trying to show him how much I love him because sometimes words just don’t do it.

“Amazing,” I tell him once again. “Now go lie on the bed.”

He complies as he lays flat on the mattress, his cock still hard and weeping precum. Deciding I want to tease him a little while I still feel brave, I strip off in front of him, his fingers gripping the cover beneath him as they twitch to reach out to touch me.

“Do you want to touch me?” I ask him, my tone teasing.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, ma’am,” his tone begging, a slight whine to it.

“Good boy,” I tell him, before I kneel on the bed, reach out and wrap my hand around his thick cock.

Tobias whimpers as I slowly move my hand, rubbing my thumb over the tip and smearing the precum over the pad.

Letting go of his cock, I bring my thumb to my mouth and lick the salty liquid from it, watching as Tobias’s breathing hitches, his cock twitching in response.

“You taste good, I think I’d like a better taste,” I tease again before I reach down again and wrap my hand back around his cock.

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