Fake (A Pretty Pill) (29 page)

It’s still super sensitive
.

And
then his arm is going around my hips and cupping me under my ass cheeks.  His right hand is trying to get me to part my legs a little more so he can gain access to my entrance, which he does.  He plunges his fingers, two of them, inside me and then slowly pulls them out.

“Oh.
” I cry out.

He repeats this for a short while, devouring my pussy while invading it with his fingers
, sending my mind into a tailspin of lost control.

And then he pulls back and stands up, his
fingers momentarily remaining within me.

“You look, taste and sound fantastic.”  He says
convincingly, moving in to kiss me lightly on my lips with my slightly salty arousal still coating his.  “Now lay down on the bed.”

“Okay.”

He then begins to strip.

O
nce he’s out of everything but his boxers, he goes and turns the bedside lamp on. He can now see every bit of me as I lay on my back on the bed and watch him.  I have my arms wrapped around me, but it’s futile.

He leans over me and pulls my arms away.

“Don’t, you’re beautiful and I love the way you are.  I don’t want you to cover yourself up now that I have you naked in front of me.”

“Okay.” I whisper.

He smiles a huge grin that tells me he’s happy, and that he wants to be here and see me this way.

“Now before I take these off,” he says, briefly pulling the elastic waist of his boxers out and letting them snap pr
ecariously close to his manhood, “do I need to ride to the nearest store and buy condoms?  Because I can quickly get dressed again and go.” He asks.

“No.”

He doesn’t.  I’m clean and I trust him.

“Good.”

He places his thumbs into the top of his boxers and pulls them down; dropping them once he reaches his knees.  He steps out of them at the same moment that I sit up to examine his scars.

They’re
dimpled and deep; faded pinks, some almost skin toned, but the main one is jagged and runs the full width of his hips and then around, left of his pelvis.  The disfigured brands of his tragic past are shocking, but I love that he has them.  I suddenly understand everything he has ever said to me regarding my own disfigurement.  That he is not these scars, he is the entire man presented before me.  Most importantly, the man that loves with a generous heart and chooses words that come from a thought process that knows me completely.

I realize he
’s stopped to watch me watching him, looking at him and judging him.  His very decent sized cock is still erect and before me.  His chest is heaving, breathing heavily in anticipation of my verdict.

I stand
up facing him and press my naked scars to his.  Rubbing my mound up under the base of his penis and looking up lovingly into his beautiful eyes and feeling his hard arousal against my stomach.

“I love you and you are
the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”  I say before standing up on tip toes and engaging him in a soft, sweet and seductive kiss.

Silas.

I knew she’d be fine with my scars, but I suppose they’re always a bit of a shock.  I get my fair share of nurses saying so.  But then I
don’t need to impress them.

S
he looked at them with a faint smile, like she felt connected with them and what they mean between us.  And then she did just that, connected her scars to mine.

I’m flushed with emotion and love in this moment… it consumes me
, and I need more than sex from her, I need her and a commitment to be with me in the long term.

“Move in
and be with me.  I want to go to sleep at night beside you and wake up and see you next to me every day, because I can’t let you go now.  I need you more than I need food.” I explain. I want her desperately and I need her completely.  Her and no-one else.  “Please stay, take a chance and live with me.”  I plead while holding her firmly in my arms.

She’s denied me this request each time I asked this week, and I’m scared she may deny me right now, when I’m on the cusp of giving myself to her completely.

She looks up at me and she smiles.  It’s enough and I know she’s going to agree, so I break into a huge grin.

“Okay.” she agrees, nodding
and so I let out a big breath grinning stupidly.

My confidence ha
s returned and I have plans for her.  I was almost always sweet with Shae when we connected, because she was that kind of girl.  But with Isi, I’m consumed with intense feelings for her, and I sense my inner possessiveness driving me to consume her.  She sets me on fire, and so my imagination lately has driven me to think of hot impassioned scenarios concerning her, and I need to satisfy this craving hunger I have for her.  .

“Now
Miss Mulligan, get back onto the bed.” I demand.

She gives me a shocked look.

I grin and shuffle her back toward the bed.

“Kneel on the bed, up near the headboard.”  I request.

She complies.

I get on the bed and position myself flat on my back with my head on my pillow, as though I were lying down for sleep.

I point my finger at her and then crook it in a come hither signal.

She smiles
and begins to slide down next to me.

“No no,
I want you to sit here.” I explain, pointing to my face.

“You want me to sit on your face?”

“Yes.”

She does a double take, but she moves and begins to place her right leg over my face to straddle me.  She leans back so she
’s seated on my chest.

“You can hold onto the headboard.”
  I tell her, because she looks concerned, but I don’t think it’s about her shoulder.

Then
I force her hips forward by pushing her ass up and holding her precisely where I want her to be.

I realize she probably thinks she
needs a shower and that she believes she requires forward warning if I plan on going down on her, but that’s just stupid; it’s not like she’s just finished a marathon or anything.  (Shae used to make that demand, and it took the spontaneity out of things.) 

I’m aroused
now, I can smell that she is too, and the musky female smell and taste she’s possessed of is intoxicating and I want her now.

I begin to devour her pussy, holding her hard against me so that she
’s powerless to move away.

She relaxes into the position
and her clit begins to tighten again as I lick and suck at it with my lips and tongue.

She’s moaning
and losing herself to the feelings I’m creating for her, and it’s breathtaking that I have this power to do this for her; I feel my growling rumble in my chest.  She’s surrendering herself in wanton abandonment, her hips are insistently moving against my mouth and I can taste her fresh arousal.  I’m so inflamed my cock is twitching and straining to be used.  I can feel the moisture on the head, announcing my readiness. 

Isi is
imminently close to coming.  She’s moaning and keening so desperately that I decide it’s time to step up.

I push her hips back and I hear her gasp
as her torturous bliss is taken away.

“I’m
getting up,” I explain, “I want to be inside you when you come this time.”

“Oh.
” she exhales, but she moves so I can shuffle up and sit with my back to the headboard.

“Hop on.” I request.

She straddles my lap once more, and facing me she positions herself over the top of where my hand is about to guide me inside of her.

She stares directly in
to my eyes as she settles on the head before slowly pushing down on me.  She’s tight, but not painfully, because she’s also silky smooth and perfect.  I feel her effort to slowly push me within her, inch by inch.

“Oh Isi,
so good.  You feel so fucking good.” I applaud.

She smiles, and then forces herself down the last length of my cock,
so I can feel myself inside of her.  I can feel her satin walls trembling since she’s forced me inside of her tightness.  I can feel her adjusting to me, and I can sense her desperation to continue what we’ve started.

She leans forward while her
pussy adjusts to my size and begins to kiss me.  It’s so hot, because she’s not worried about her arousal on my mouth, which is another first for me.  She allows me to devour her mouth as she does mine and it stimulates impossible desire within my body that I feel unable to contain.

I’m groaning loudly.

And then Isi begins to move perfectly, and I can’t help but cry into her mouth as she takes ownership of me.

“Silas,
you feel so good inside me.” She says, releasing my mouth and dropping her head back and then biting her lip whilst emitting a keening moan.

I push up her breasts and begin to
tease and suck on them.  They’re perfect.  They fit in my hands perfectly. I notice the right one has a dimpled wound underneath it, so I lick the wound and then lathe my tongue across her nipple before pulling it into my mouth. She’s moving more insistently now, and she’s about to climax; I can feel her pussy shuddering.  I want more time, even though I could ejaculate right now.  But I want to be inside her for longer.  She feels so fucking amazing.  I decide to encourage her orgasm and then continue towards my own.

“Come on Isi, come on my cock.” I whisper to her.

She moans and tilts her head so that she can look at me again.  Her eyes are slightly glazed but very much alive with emotion, and her lips are apart.  So sexy, and so exquisite.

“Come on, I want to know my cock made you feel good.” I encourage
her.

“So good
, oh!” She’s keening more and more, and I take over her thrusting, since she’s becoming uncoordinated due to her inability to use her left arm properly.

I lift he
r hips and brace her.  And then I direct her hips to thrust down onto me by lifting her up and pulling her down on top of me.

“Oh,
shit.”  She laments forcefully.

“Come on Isi, look at me, come on
me.” I plead. 

She looks at me
, directly in my eyes and I continue to force her onto me till her pussy convulses and she screams out, and then I need to change position or come myself.

I choose to change position, because I
feel this immense ache to make love to her for longer, to be on top of her and watch her fracture underneath me as well.

I have no idea how I’m keeping my cock happy and
yet preventing it from coming at the same time but I am, albeit barely. 

I let Isi
remain on my unspent cock for a moment while I kiss her softly, before I lift her off and ask her to lie down on her back. I roll over her, but I’m very careful not to bump her arm or shoulder, while I lever myself into position above her and lift her legs up and around my hips.

I eas
e myself into her pulsing pussy and begin to move inside her, being sure to take my weight, rest only my torso on her and being careful of any impact my forward thrusting into has on her shoulder.  I lean my face down and cover her mouth with mine and begin to make love to her.  I’m slow and methodical in my movements as I taste and devour her mouth in seductive and desperate kisses.

She’s building up again
and this time I’m joining her.  I groan into her mouth, growl in my throat and feel my heart thudding through my breastbone.

I’m no longer slowly th
rusting inside of her, I can’t.  The buildup is intense, consuming and completely overwhelming. I’m speeding up to give my cock the release it desires, and when I come, I holler my pleasure louder than I’ve ever managed before.  She claims me completely.

My heart is hers.

My mind as well.

And s
he is mine.

***

“I have to call Paula.”  Isi states.

She’s lying on the bed next to me, I’ve
managed to drag a quilt over our spent bodies, and I’ve been contentedly holding her to me for the last 30 minutes.

“Okay, want to use my phone?”

“Do you have her number?”

“Ah, no.”

“That’s okay, I’ll go downstairs and grab my phone.”  She says, pushing herself up.

“I’ll get it.”  I offer, jumping up and getting out of the bed before her feet even hit the floor.

“Thanks.”

I smile
at her as I grapple with pulling my boxers up and then run down the stairs, before returning with her handbag.

“Here.”  I pass her bag to her.

“Thanks.”

She rifles through her bag and pulls out her phone.

“Shit, I’ve missed several phone calls.”