The Stand Off (16 page)

“No!” she grabbed her skirt and
attempted to pull it back in place. Now was not the time for this, she did not
want to see that scar. She didn’t even want to think about it.

“Stop it; let me see.” He kissed
her hand as he tried to pry it from the material.

“Only if you turn off the light.”

“No; I want to see you.” He
pulled her skirt half way down her hips as she sat up and pulled away from him.

“Wait,” she put one hand up to
ward him off while she covered the front of her hip with the other.

As quickly as she’d moved, she
still wasn’t fast enough. He’d clearly seen what she’d been trying to hide.

“Is this why you want the lights
off so badly?” he asked as he brushed her hand away from the scar on the front
of her hip.

“I hate looking at it; it brings
back bad memories. I don’t want anyone else to see it because then I’d have to
explain.”

“No, you don’t have to explain
anything to anyone,” he said, feeling fiercely protective as he bent to kiss
the scar. “But I don’t want you to hide it from me. It’s a part of you, and I
want to see every part of you. I want to see all of your scars; inside and
out.”

He slid his hands down her hips
and grabbed her skirt again. This time he successfully removed it. When he
pulled back to look at her, he was shocked to see that her thighs sported
several small bruises in various stages of healing. He looked up at her as
Pixie’s word’s replayed in his mind.

“On the back porch with a
fresh set of pinch marks, I’m sure,”
Pixie had said and now it made sense
to him.

“What happened?” he demanded.

She took a deep breath and then
blatantly lied, “I fell.”

“No you didn’t,” he objected as
he ran his hand over her thigh. He grabbed her black, cotton panties, and
pulled them from her body. He spread her legs as he moved between them and
grunted as he bent down to kiss the inside of her thigh, dangerously close to
her pussy. He traveled back up her body to kiss her lips.

She wrapped her arms around his
neck and pushed her body against his as she inhaled his scent. He broke their
kiss and pulled back far enough to slide his finger across her bottom lip. He
gently eased his forefinger between her lips and then into her mouth as he
kissed the side of her face.

He ran his finger across her
tongue for a moment before she instinctively sucked it deeper into her mouth.
He grunted and pushed his covered erection against her bare pussy, crushing her
lips. He watched her for a moment before he pulled his finger out of her mouth
and then slipped it across her left nipple. He circled it thrice before lightly
kissing the tip. He grabbed her breast in his hand and grazed his teeth across
her nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

She arched her back and inhaled
deeply as he bathed her nipple with his tongue. She ran her fingers through his
hair and clutched the back of his head as he began to nip at just the tip. He
let go of her breast to slide his hand down her belly and released her nipple
from his mouth to kiss a trail down to her navel. He circled his tongue inside
of the dip before moving down her body to rest his head between her legs. He
planted an open mouthed kiss on the skin above her pussy.

She rose up on her elbows and
looked at him with hesitation written all over her face. He smiled to himself
as it dawned on him that she’d never received oral sex. She was in for a mighty
big surprise.

 “I’m going to kiss you here,” he
explained as he lightly pinched her lips.

She couldn’t speak at first as
his words registered through her brain. She could feel his breath against her
spread sex and her whole body began to quiver. She was shaking in anticipation
for something she knew little about.

“It seems so personal,” she
whispered as she slid her hand to cover her sex.

“It is.”

He moved her hand out of the way,
and she gasped hard when he kissed her clit. He ran his tongue down the crease
between her lip and the side of her clit. She clenched her toes and the muscles
in her thighs jerked as he slowly trailed his tongue around the tight nub. He
was taking great care to not touch it directly.

It felt as if every muscle inside
of her was jerking uncontrollably. She was trying to adjust her body to the
onslaught of raw pleasure, but she could not stop twitching. It was just too
much; she needed him to stop, even if it was only long enough for her to catch
her breath.

“Stop,” she said even though she
was subconsciously spreading her legs wider to accommodate his powerful tongue.
When he abruptly pulled his head back, she glared at him in surprise. Even
though she’d requested it, she wasn’t expecting it, and she realized she hadn’t
truly meant it.

“You want me to stop?” he asked
before he slowly slid his long tongue up her parted sex, stopping directly
below her clit. He pulled back to look at her.

“Yes.” She could feel his breath
against her clit, and she fought the urge to crush her vagina against his face.

He grabbed her thighs tightly and
bent his head to her pussy. He slid his tongue down the center than dipped it
in her opening before shooting straight up to circle her clit again.

“Oh… damn,” she cried as she
grabbed the mattress and tried to pull back. He held her tightly, refusing to
let her go as he focused on her clit. It was too intense for her to remain
still; it felt as if her clit would implode from the pressure. The moment that
the stimulation became too much to bear was the exact moment that her body
accepted it.

He abruptly stopped and rose to
his elbows to look at her.

“What are you doing?” she
snapped.

“You told me to stop.” He
answered and she shook her head. “Do you want me to continue?”

“I…,” she could not will her
brain to form a coherent answer.

“Answer me,” he commanded before
blowing directly on her clit.

“No, I mean yes,” she said in
confusion as she diverted her eyes. How did he expect her to answer a question
when her clit currently controlled the majority of her brain?

“Look at me,” he demanded, and
she slowly turned back to face him, “Now tell me again.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” she
said as she spread her legs a bit wider.

“I didn’t think so,” he said
before he went back down and latched onto her clit for a moment. She screeched
as he suckled it and just when she was positive her head would explode, he let
go of it to run his tongue down to her opening. He pushed the tip of his tongue
inside of her and wiggled it before sliding it out and back to the spot below
her clit. He pinched her sex again and sucked her lips into his mouth.

She arched her back and spread
her legs to a painful degree. He continued to torment her, using his tongue to
fully explore every inch of her pussy, except her clit. She lightly moaned in
the back in her throat and her legs jerked every time he came close. Just when
she was positive that she would die from the teasing, his long tongue slid
directly across her clit. She cried out and braced her legs against the sides
of his head, refusing to let him leave that spot.

Her reaction intensified his own
need; he was circling her clit, intent on pleasing her. He wanted her to come
and he wanted her to come
hard
. Using his finger, he began to lightly
circle the skin around her opening.

She felt it spark at the root of
her clit. The muscles in her legs began to spasm as the pleasure quickly
intensified. She felt light headed and was having difficulty catching her
breath. She’d never experienced anything so powerful before and was quickly
becoming overwhelmed with the intense sensation.

“Wait… wait, wait!” she cried out
as the intensity increased.

She tried to pull away but he
held her tight, keeping a steady rhythm with his tongue. He felt her body
tighten up and he knew it was coming.

“Oh fuuuck!” she cried as it
erupted inside of her. She grabbed his head and clutched handfuls of his hair
as she arched her back deeply. She clamped her thighs tightly around his head
as she cried out her release.

He continued feasting on her
until she lay perfectly still. He kissed her clit and her opening before going
up to his knees. He undid his pants and released his thick erection before he
bent back over to kiss her mouth.

He pulled back to look at her for
a moment, “Are you ready?”

“No,” she answered although they
both knew that she didn’t mean it.

He kissed her for a moment as he
positioned himself. He’d made her come hard enough that she was well lubricated
and ready to accept him. He deepened the kiss as he began to push the thick
head of his cock into her opening.

She could feel the pain begin to
register through the lust induced fog that had taken over her brain. What
started as pressure was beginning to build. She shook her head, trying to pull
her mouth from his demanding kiss, but he wouldn’t allow it. She tried to pull
back as she felt the pain begin to increase. She felt him rip through the
barrier and she screamed into his mouth as he popped his cock inside of her.

“You have to relax, baby,” he
whispered against her lips before he began to kiss her again. He reached
between their bodies and began to caress her breasts.

He began to move very slowly,
taking care not to overly hurt her, despite the fact that he wanted to thrust
deep and hard into her. He wanted to fuck her silly. He could feel her tight
canal milking his cock and he could barely resist. He kissed her harder as he
slid his cock a little deeper.

“Hold onto me,” he demanded. When
she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, he thrust himself into the hilt.

She arched her back and tried to
ease away for a moment, but he held her close.

“Hold still,” he urged her. He
found that he would also have to adjust to the feeling. She was exquisitely
perfect, she felt like she’d been made for him. She was perfect enough to make
him lose the control he’d never lost. He clenched his teeth and growled, trying
to prevent himself from ejaculating prematurely.

“You feel so fucking good; I
don’t ever want to stop. I could stay inside of you forever,” he whispered in
her ear as he pushed his cock as deeply as he could.

She inhaled deeply and sunk her
nails into his back as his thick cock completely filled her. She could feel her
body stretch to accommodate him.   

“You’ll adjust, I promise,” he
said as he kissed her lips and then kissed down to her breast. He took her
nipple deep into his mouth as he trailed his hand back down to her sex. He slid
his thumb across her clit and began to slowly get her back on track.

She pushed her head back against
the pillow and slid her hands up to his head as he suckled the tip of her
breast.

When he felt her body begin to
loosen back up, he began to slide his cock out. He was careful and moving
gently enough to cause her minimal damage. He began to slide in and out of her,
ever so slowly as he continued to work her clit. He also paid close attention
to her breasts, trying to work up the pleasure enough to diminish the pain. It
wasn’t long before he had her coming again. He’d been trying his hardest to
hold his own back; but when he watched her face as the orgasm began to hit her,
he lost the last of his control.

She cried out and clung to him as
it burst through her like a million little zaps of electrified pleasure.

“Fuuuuuck,” he roared like a
beast as he ejaculated harder then he’d ever ejaculated in his life. He hadn’t
even known it was possible to ejaculate that hard.

He held her until her body began
to ease down. He loved being inside of her and he would need to be in there
again soon… very soon. But not right now, right now she would be too sore for
what he had in mind. With deep regret he removed his well spent cock from
inside of her.

“As much as I want to continue
fucking you for the rest of the night, you need some rest. Not to mention you
would be sore for a month if I did what I wanted to do to you.” He smoothed the
hair back from her head and kissed her forehead.

“What do you want to do?” she
asked in anticipation.

“Nothing gentle,” he whispered
before he pressed his lips against hers.

She suddenly felt giddy and was
consumed with excitement. She was eager to fully explore what he meant by:
nothing gentle. She was ready to tell him that they had plenty of time to do
everything they wanted; when she remembered that there wouldn’t be any other
time. He’d never offered more than this.

It was a onetime thing in
exchange for the building; that was all that he wanted. Even though they hadn’t
discussed the agreement before they had sex, she knew that he would abide by
the deal. Despite the fact that her mind was in turmoil, her body was totally
relaxed. She was relaxed in a way that she had been unable to achieve for
years. She closed her eyes as he began to rub her back. She grabbed the blanket
and pulled it up to cover herself, but Dean yanked it back off.