Healing Melody (11 page)

I nod gratefully. He walks over to the light switch and flicks it off. The moonlight streaming in through my bedroom window is now the only source of illumination. My guard comes down as comfort seeps in.
 

“Let’s start off slow,” he says as he returns to where I’m standing. “Why don’t you just lay back on the bed and let me do all the work.”

I like the sound of that.
I take a seat on the bed and look up at him. Kade slowly slips off his t-shirt. I practically drool over the muscles rippling in his stomach then admire his chiseled chest. I haven’t felt the hard body of a man in so long. He unbuckles his belt.

The nervous knot in my stomach eases and my body begins tingling with anticipation of what’s to come.

Kade kicks off his chucks and pulls down his jeans. The only thing standing between his cock and me are a pair of white boxer briefs. My excitement grows. As I admire the tattoos running up his arms, I notice the portrait of a young boy tattooed on Kade’s chest. The boy is smiling, a wide happy grin. I’m about to compliment the artwork, but then Kade steps toward me.
 

I notice his cock shift under his briefs. He reaches and pulls down his boxers. My heart catches in my throat at the sight of his impressive manhood. Instantly, my sex pulsates with need. Any hesitation I had disappears at the sight of his gorgeous cock.
 

I haven’t been properly fucked in what feels like forever. I want it badly. I eagerly take his shaft in my hand, tugging on it. It grows harder with my caress. I raise my eyes and look up at Kade.

“You’re blessed,” I tell him.

“Thanks,” he says with a slow, satisfied smile.

Slowly, I begin stroking his cock. It grows even larger. My eyes widen. I haven’t had a cock this big in a really long time. And his is the perfect girth and size. I feel my pussy getting wetter just thinking about him sliding inside me.
 

I lean forward, desperately wanting to take his gorgeous shaft in my mouth. But I stop myself. I can’t. Not with this mask on. It’s covering my entire face. I lower my head in disappointment.

“This fuckin’ mask,” I mutter.

Kade senses my frustration because he responds, “Don’t worry. We can work around it.”

He reaches down, offering me his hand. I take it and stand back up.

“I thought we agreed that I’d do all the work anyway,” he says.

He slowly reaches for the buttons on my chambray shirt. My heart beat races.
 

He’s going to see the flawed skin on my chest!
 

I quickly grab his wrist. He stops then looks at me. That soulful sadness has returned to his gaze.
 

“Don’t worry,” he whispers. “We all have scars.” His voice echoes the haunted turmoil of recent trauma. I realize that the only difference between Kade and I might be that my scars are visible and his hide underneath the surface.
 

I sense he understands my inner conflict because he might be going through his own. I knew there was a reason why I chose him.
 

He’s haunted just like I am.
 

I breathe a sigh of relief as I realize I’m in very safe hands.

I let go of his wrist, letting him proceed.

He moves in closer. We’re so close; we could kiss…

He unbuttons my shirt and gently slides it off my shoulders. I raise my arms above my head allowing him to pull off my black tank top. With adept fingers he unfastens my bra. Slowly and ever so gently, he begins running his strong, firm hands over my fragile skin, over my breasts. My body springs to life at the sensation of his touch. I rest my hand against his chest as he kisses the side of my neck. His warm lips against my tough, ropey skin are welcomed and needed.

He continues with a trail of kisses down my chest, taking one of my breasts in his mouth, gently tugging on my nipple. Lord, how I’ve missed a man’s lips on my body, on my tits. I grab the back of his head and press it against my chest. His touch makes me forget all my inhibitions.

Kade drops to his knees. He looks at me as he runs his hands up my legs and under my peasant skirt.

My breath catches as I feel his fingers reach over the top of my undies. He slides them over my hips, and down my legs.
 

I help him by taking off my skirt. It drops to the floor. Except for my mask, I’m completely naked, just like him.
 

Kade gets back to his feet. He runs his fingers over my scarred skin, his digits delicately dancing across my flesh. He squeezes my shoulders, motioning me to turn around. He continues running his hands down my back. Then he squeezes my ass.

I feel his warm breath against the back of my neck as he whispers in my ear, “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

I struggle to stifle the emotion that suddenly overwhelms me. He may be lying, but I don’t care. I appreciate his words and need to hear them. This isn’t about sex anymore. His presence – here, in my bedroom – makes me feel alive again.

Kade moves closer, and I feel his cock, now fully erect, press against my backside.

“Here’s the proof that you having nothing to be ashamed of,” he says with a growl. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?”

I’m overcome with gratitude and desire. A tear rolls down my cheek. To be wanted this way, by another human being, is something I never thought I’d experience again.
 

Kade leans forward and wraps his strong arm around my waist. His fingers slide across my belly, toward my crotch. He begins to tease my wet lips with his fingers.

“You need this: me, inside you,” he says in a low whisper.

“You have no idea,” I reply, resting the back of my head against his shoulder, thankful for his presence.
 

“Well, the waits over,” he growls and places another kiss on my shoulder.
 

Slowly, he turns me so I face him. I’m surprised by the lust and passion burning in his eyes. Could it really be for someone like me? I glance down at his rock-hard cock.

“Lie on the bed,” he orders. “It’s time I give you what you need.”

Grateful, I follow his instructions.
 

Kade grabs a condom from his jeans and slips it on his cock. Then he climbs over me. I feel the tip of his cock nudge against my pussy.

I look into his dark, intense eyes and press my hands against his chest.
 

“You ready?” he asks.
 

I want to kiss his luscious lips, but can’t. I simply nod.
 

Kade shifts his hips and I feel the head of his cock slowly part the lips of my pussy. He eases himself inside me. My pussy welcomes him, clenching around his girth.

“You feel good,” Kade whispers into my ear.

“Trust me, you feel better,” I confess.

Slowly, he pumps his cock in and then out. With each stroke my pussy throbs for more. I wrap my arms around his wide back, my legs around his waist. I want him deeper inside me. He’s bigger than I’m used to, but I want to take as much of him as I can.
 

“Fuck yes,” I moan with pleasure. “You don’t know how badly I need this.”

Kade increases his long, deep thrusts, each one raising my threshold of desire.
 

My breath quickens as we find our rhythm. Drops of pleasure slide down my thighs. Then I feel it coming. That sensation I’ve been missing for so long is slowly building inside me. I dig my nails into Kane’s back as I wrap my legs tightly around his waist. I want all of him. As his cock stretches me wide, and fills me to the brim, I beat my fist against his back. “Fuck yeah, Kade. You feel fuckin’ a-maz-ing.”

Then it finally comes - the rush of joy, the heat of passion, coursing through my entire body.

I wail with utter abandon as the rising crescendo of
In This Special Place
fills the room. My pussy pulsates like a jackhammer. Gasping, I come all over Kade’s cock.
 

But we’re not finished yet. I’m still hungry.

When she opened the door, I was surprised to see she was wearing a white mask. She told me about her accident and the scars on her body. I had a hunch this meeting was going to be different than my other sessions.
 

Most of my clients are rich LA women who are cheating on their husbands.
 

She was different.
 

She was an accident survivor, longing to reconnect sexually.
 

Of everyone she could have picked online, she chose me. And when I saw her hiding behind a mask, I understood why. She wanted her first time since the accident to be with someone who could empathize with her loss and disappointment. That way, sex with a total stranger would feel a little less awkward. As I slowly pieced together her motivations, my mood changed. Earlier, my thoughts were preoccupied with sadness and regret. But when I realized this woman had experienced her own tragedy, I stopped thinking about my suffering and decided to do my best to alleviate hers.
 

If this woman wanted pleasure, I was committed to giving it to her.
 

When we stepped into her bedroom, I could tell she was nervous. I tried to make her more comfortable. At first, I thought our sex-capade would be slow and filled with hesitation. But the second this woman caught sight of my cock, the mood instantly changed. Her eyes lit up.

She wanted to get properly fucked.
 

After her first orgasm, she says, “That was a good start, but don’t hold back. You don’t have to be delicate. Make me feel like a real woman.”

I raise her legs above her head and hold them together. She nods and I ease every inch of my cock into her.

“Fuck yes,” she moans as she tilts her head back. She checks to make sure her mask hasn’t shifted. When she’s confident it’s secure, she confesses, “Damn, you’re huge.”

“Do you want me to pull back?” I ask.

She shakes her head vigorously and checks her mask again. “No, I want more.”

I pin her legs back, so I can go really deep.
 

Her moans grow louder.
 

I decide to go balls deep and her eyes widen behind her mask.
 

“That’s it,” she cries.
 

I increase my thrusts, my balls slapping against her ass.

She begs me not to stop.

As I continue driving myself into her, I release her legs. She quickly wraps them around me, pulling me into her. I wrap my arms around her and feel her warm body against mine. I feel the passion radiating from her skin.

“I need more,” she gasps. “More of you…”

She orders me to fuck her from behind. With a growl of desire, I eagerly nod. I twirl her on to her stomach and pull her to her knees. She brings her hands to her mask once again, to make sure it hasn’t moved.
 

I grab her ass cheeks and spread them wide. I ease my cock inside her.

“Give it to me, Kade,” she shouts.

Gripping her ass, I unleash all of my manhood. I thrust my shaft, hard and deep into her wet cunt.
 

“More,” she cries.

Damn, she really wants it. I feel like I’m in the ring, but instead of fighting, we’re fucking. And this woman is taking me the distance.
 

The sadness that existed when we first met has vanished. Right now, in her bedroom, there’s just the bliss of hot sex.

This chick is so in the moment – so in love with the sensation I’m giving her –that it’s really turning me on, getting me harder. I run my hands over her scar-covered body. I can’t imagine the suffering she’s been through. But right now, I’m not noticing any of her scars. Like her, I’m caught up in the moment. It’s electric. It’s shocked me out of my stupor. As I plow my cock into her, I feel myself letting go. All my anger and frustration has been transformed into pure sexual energy. I’m giving her every last fuckin’ drop.

“That’s it,” she cries. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
 

She presses her ass toward me and I give it a firm smack, then I pull back on her hair.
 

“Yes!” she shouts.

She wants me to be even more forceful, really unleash, not hold back.

I grip her flesh, bite into her skin. I’m not thinking anymore. I just want to fuck her. I wrap my arm around her waist, then reach to squeeze her tits and pinch her pert nipple. The whole time, I plow her with deep, successive thrusts. Her pussy is so warm and wet, dripping with desire. I’m so fuckin’ turned on. It’s the first time in years that my mind isn’t caught in some random feedback loop of misery. Right here, right now, with her body grinding against mine, I’ve forgotten everything else in my life. It’s just me and her. This moment. It feels amazing.

I realize, we’re not just fucking: we’re both coming to life.

She locks her fingers with mine, and I feel her body tense. She’s going to come again. I increase my thrusts, urging her toward the edge of bliss. I want to make sure she enjoys every second of this ride.
 

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” She cries with joy.