Page 53 of Broken Hero
“You think sex fixes everything?”
I shake my head. “No, but you've already had an apology, and I don't think I’ve ever said sorry to anyone in well, ever. So I'm going to eat you out until you agree to forgive me.”
Her eyes widen and she visibly swallows.
“Take. Your. Clothes. Off.” My voice sounds husky, probably because the thought of tasting her is getting me hard. I'm dying to fuck her, make her remember how good it is between us after I've hurt her as I have. My dick wants her every minute of every day, so nothing new there.
She stands while I kneel in front of her and watch her undress. She removes her top and unbuttons her jeans. I take over and slide them down her hips, revealing her tiny thong. I never knew a thong could do such things to me, but shit, she wears them so well.
She reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, I like to play with her tits while I eat her out, and she likes it too. I bury my nose in the apex of her thighs and instantly feel relaxed as I inhale her scent - it makes me feel home. I dart my tongue out and press into her over her underwear, and her hand cups the back of my head. Oh, I'm going to get her to forgive me alright...
I grab the sides of her thong and slide it down her legs, leaving her naked. She truly is a thing of beauty. The famous artists of the world would be queueing up to paint her right now.
“Sit down and lie back, feet over my shoulders.”
She says nothing but does as I ask.
“You getting wet for me?”
“You know I am.”
I look over her naked form - God, I could look at her all day. Her pussy open and wet, glistening, ready for me - begging for my cock, but my mouth will be more than sufficient to get her off like I have many times before.
I kiss down her thighs and she whimpers. I grab her hips and pull her onto me. My mouth on her, delving between her soft folds.
She gasps, “God, Dec, yeah...”
She wants more - she can have it.
I slide my tongue inside her and draw my thumb up to rub her clit. The moans she makes are exquisite - enough to make me come there and then. My dick is so hard it's pressing against the material of my shorts, making it uncomfortable.
I push my tongue in and out of her as her hips buck up into my mouth, trying to get more friction. I work her to the point where she’s gasping and shouting my name. I don't know if the neighbours knew my name before she moved in, but they certainly do now. The fact that I can do this to her? Make her feel this good? I feel so powerful - like a God. She’s dripping wet - as I lap at her, it keeps coming and I could taste her nectar hours. I wasn't confident about going down on a woman until Soph, but her reactions speak volumes - she says I'm good at it, and I believe her. Her hips start bucking faster, so I slide a finger inside her and another. It feels warm, inviting. It's killing me not fucking her. She moans a low guttural moan as I move my fingers in and out. I tongue her clit firmly, and quickly, I feel the muscle of her walls clenching, and she screams out. Her hand behind my head pushes me into her hips as she bucks uncontrollably. Sexiest thing I have ever fucking experienced. I give her time to ride out her orgasm then start lapping gently while she’s coming down. She flops back into the bed, and her thighs on my shoulders go heavy. Oh, she had a good one – feel kinda proud of myself, although I still have a lot of making up to do for being such a dick.
I gently place her thighs down and look up at her. I need to wash my beard. I place a kiss on her navel and walk to the bathroom, still fully clothed, to wash my face.
I walk out of the bathroom towards her room, wondering if she’ll send me back to my room. We don’t usually sleep together. We fuck, then one of us goes back to our respective rooms. That's the way it’s been. But tonight, I made her cry. I hurt her. I want to spend the night with her, cuddle her, reassure her that I didn't mean the things that I said.
I stand in her door frame. She’s pulled the covers over her - lying there with her hair everywhere, looking like something dreams are made of.
“Can I stay in here tonight?” I ask her quietly.
She props herself up on her elbows, the duvet still covering her - damn duvet. And she frowns at me. “You want to sleep with me all night?”
“I do. Can I?”
“I guess...”
I didn't realise I was so tense until she agreed. “I’ll go and lock up downstairs, and I’ll be back.”
She nods and lies back down. “Okay, babe.”
I'm back to her within five minutes. I take off my shorts and t-shirt – it’s dark now, she can't see me - not that it bothers me much anymore. I never thought I’d say that, but she’s made me feel comfortable about myself. I don't mind my scars so much anymore. She says they’re a part of me, a part of who I am, and that who I am is pretty damn good. I'm not sure she’d say that tonight, after how I've been with her, but yeah, the hiding my body thing - I don't do that anymore. I fucking adore her for that. She has made me happy to be in my own skin, something I never thought I would be.
I slide in bed – she’s toasty warm. I slide my arm around her waist, pulling her towards me so that her back is flush with my chest. I bury my face in her hair and kiss her neck.
“You okay?” I whisper, begging for the answer to be yes.
“Yeah, I get it, you were jealous, but I can't say you didn't hurt me. Let's forget about it.”
