by Kelli Walker
I bit down into her skin, taking hold of the place that tickled her so much. She bucked ravenously against me and I felt her cotton panties soak against my chest. I sucked until the mark turned red. I lapped at the indentations my teeth left behind. I hooked my fingers into her panties and inched them down her legs, her smell hitting my nostrils with a fury.
I growled as her smell overtook me.
“I need you, Rocco. Please,” she begged.
“Trust me, I’ll give you exactly what you want,” I grunted.
I dropped her panties to the floor and picked up her leg, pressing a kiss to her ankle. I wanted to worship her. Memorize her. Cherish every part of her I’d wanted to touch for damn near two fucking weeks. Holy hell, I couldn't believe it had only been two weeks with her. It felt like a lifetime. Like I had known her for ages. I kissed up her calf. I nibbled at the crook of her knee. I tossed her leg over my shoulder as I ventured up her inner thigh, kissing and nibbling and biting just to feel her jump.
Just to hear her moan my name again.
I pressed my hand into her other knee and spread her apart. One knee pinned to the bed, the other knee tossed over my shoulder. Her pussy dripped for me. Her juices slowly slid from her slit to the puckered rosebud of her ass. I pressed my tongue against it and lapped up the mess. Drank her down and let her fill my stomach with every gulp. Her hands reached down and curled into my hair. I felt her pull me closer as her hips rose to meet my lips.
“Shit, Rocco. Yes.”
And I met her approval with a growl to her pussy.
I pitched a tent between her legs and took my time. This was her moment. Not mine. Even though my cock screamed at me to be released. To be pressed into the tight warmth of her walls. I refused to entertain the thought. She needed a release. She needed an escape. What I wanted didn’t matter. What I felt I needed didn’t matter.
The only thing that mattered was how desperate she was to have my tongue on her clit.
“Please lick it. Please. I can’t… I can’t take it. Rocco, ple--yes!”
I pressed my tongue deep into her swollen nub and felt her quake underneath me. After licking her pussy lips clean and sucking on those beautiful sections of skin that barely covered her entrance, I set my sights on what she wanted most. I swirled my tongue around slowly, feeling her rake her pussy against my face. Her juices coated my cheeks and dripped from my lips. Her heel dug into my back while her other leg pressed against the palm of my hand.
I lapped at her slowly. Like a fucking dog cherishing his last meal.
“Faster. I need you faster,” she begged.
“Let me take my time with you,” I murmured.
She whimpered at my words as her fingers threaded through my hair. She curled her nails into my scalp, pulling at me as I slowly sped up my movements. She tasted divine. Like the salted air I woke up to every morning. The tip of my tongue traced the outline of her clit, shivering her legs and jolting her hips.
“Oh fuck, Rocco,” she whimpered.
“As you wish,” I said.
I released her leg that was pinned to the bed and slipped my hand up her thigh. Her leg collapsed, jumping with a need for release as I pulled back. She whimpered at the loss of contact before my fingers fell between her pussy lips. I coated myself in her, strumming her clit with my fingers as she wiggled around on the bed.
“I need your tongue again. Please, at least give me that,” Charity whispered.
And I grinned as I inched my fingers down to her throbbing entrance.
I slid one of my thick digits in and watched her back arch deeply. She rose her head up and looked at me with those bandages around her eyes and I could have sworn I saw the wild look behind them. I pumped it in and out of her body, feeling her walls fluttering around me. Clenching me and trying to hold me in place, like her body wanted me closer than we had ever been before.
“Rocco. I-I-I--.”
I interrupted her stammering with a second finger, and her back fell to the bed with a groan. I smiled devilishly as I dipped back down to her clit, finally giving her what she wanted. I crooked my fingers and worked her clit. Side to side. Front to back. Around and around while the roughness of my tongue shook her entire form. Her tits bounced for my viewing pleasure. I watched her body ebb and flow like the waves of the ocean I had come to love so much.
I felt her juices pouring into the palm of my hand as my fingers stuffed her full.
“Rocco. It’s coming. It’s coming. So close. So close. Please. Harder. Yes. Like that. Like that. Rocco. Yes! Please! I’m cumming, Rocco! I’m cumming!”
I loved how vocal she was. Her sounds egged me on, prompting me to slide my fingers all the way into her body. Her back arched so deeply I thought it was going to slap. Her hips came clear off the bed, offering herself to me like a buffet. Her nails raked along my scalp. She pulled me so deep I had to hold my breath as her pussy covered me. I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked its tip with my tongue, riding her through her orgasm as her toes curled and her body locked out.
“Oh. Shit,” she choked out.
She collapsed back to the bed and I felt her pussy finally relinquish my fingers. The vice grip her body had on them slowly melted away as my tongue cleaned up her pussy. I inched them out. I licked her off my skin, not for her pleasure. But for mine. I adored her taste. She was perfect in every way. I covered her pussy with my mouth and let my tongue do the rest of the work, lapping at her until her pussy was clean of the evidence of her lust for me.
I heard her gasping for breath as I kissed up her stomach. Her breasts. Her chest. Her neck. I didn’t stop until I got back to her lips, and when I did her hand slapped around the back of my neck.
“Come here, you,” she grunted.
She crashed my lips down onto hers, and I felt her tongue licking herself off. Her legs wrapped around me as my jeans pulled tighter the thicker my cock grew. I kissed her deeply, tilting my head off to the side as we cradled on another on the edge of her bed in my guest bedroom. My hands slid up her arms, threading our fingers together as she sucked on my lower lip.
“You taste amazing,” I murmured against her skin.
Her teeth released my lower lip and I scooped her into my arms. I felt her collapse into me as I fell off to my side. Feeling her naked skin against mine was enough. Feeling the way her breasts pressed into the divots of my body was enough for me. I captured her naked leg between my thighs and pulled the covers from underneath us. I pulled them over our bodies, blanketing us from the chill that always settled into the upstairs of my home.
Then, I wrapped her up and let my fingers slide up and down the expanse of her spine.
“Rocco?” Charity asked.
I craned my lips down and kissed the top of her head.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Thank you,” she said.
I chuckled. “It was my pleasure.”
“Not for that, crazy.”
She playfully swatted my chest and I laughed harder.
“What are you thanking me for?” I asked.
Her head settled into the crook of my neck as her nose fell against my pulsing vein.
“Everything you’ve done for me,” she said softly.
And as the waves of the ocean crashed beyond the balcony doors of her bedroom, the two of us drifted off to sleep. Wrapped up in one another’s embrace and nestled underneath the covers of a bed in my home. For the first time, I’d wake up in the arms of another woman. I’d wake up with her body pressed against mine. With her warmth blanketing me just as I comforted her.
The thought alone pulled a smile across my cheeks. A smile I knew I’d wake up with once I felt Charity move and stretch against me.
“You’re very welcome,” I murmured as her breathing evened out against my skin.
Charity
My body slowly pulled itself out of sleep and I felt myself resting against something hard. Something warm. Something strong. I stretched my legs out, feeling them slide down t
he length of something long and chiseled. I smiled as my head rested against his shoulder. I felt his arm wrap around me, tugging me into his side. My hand slid over his chest and settled against his heart. Against the soft, rhythmic thumping behind his perfectly-carved chest.
Rocco was still with me. And the thought of being with him all night tugged a smile across my cheeks.
I laid there, listening as he snored softly. His chest rose and fell with his steady breaths and his body relaxed against me. Which was a good thing, because I really had to pee. And I didn’t want to disturb him in the process.
“Good morning,” I whispered as I reached my lips up.
I placed a small kiss against his cheek before I sat up in bed.
I moved as smoothly as I could, holding my hands out to navigate my surroundings. The sheet fell from my body, leaving my naked skin to shiver in the chill that had settled in the room we were in. I felt for the post of the bed. My hand laid against the cold wood and I hissed at its touch. I pulled my foot forward, hoping to get a feel for how the room was laid out to I could navigate it without hurting myself.
Then, I slammed my toe directly into a sharp corner.
“Oh, for the love of--mmmmph.”
I doubled over as the pain crippled me. Shit. I was pretty sure I’d broken my pinky toe. Tears rushed my eyes as I heard Rocco shuffling in bed, and before I knew it he was at my side. I felt his hot hands blanket me as he scooped me up into his arms. I whimpered as my toe began to throb. He carried me into the bathroom and settled me down on top of the toilet, then his hand slid down my leg and cradled my foot in the palm of his hand.
“You are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever come across,” he murmured.
“Just because you slept with me doesn’t mean I’m going to let you help me with everything,” I said.
Rocco ran his fingers along my toes, and when he hit my pinky I jumped.
“You broke it,” he said plainly.
“You think I don’t know that? I felt it crunch,” I breathed.
I drew in a deep breath as sounds hit my ears. Sounds I didn’t recognize. I put my head in my hands, feeling guilt wafting around in my gut. I couldn't take my frustration out on him. Rocco was doing his best to help me. I was the one struggling to cope with my loss of sight. He didn’t need to take the brunt of my anger just because he was there.
“Rocco, I’m--.”
“I know you’re frustrated,” he said.
I lifted my head from my hands as his palm cradled my foot.
“I know you’re angry. I know you want your sight back. And I know every time something reminds you of your temporary blindness, it’s going to get you down. What you can’t let it do is get the best of you. Because you know as well as I do that this is temporary.”
I winced as he taped my pinky toe to its neighbor, his hands skilled at what he did and gentle in their touches.
“You… think this is only temporary?” I asked.
“I can tell by that question you don’t. And that’s dangerous territory when your body is still healing. So, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to run us a bath, and we’re going to get in it. We’ll wash down. Relax. Slowly wake up. Then, I’ll take us downstairs and make us some breakfast.”
“Maybe we could--.”
“I didn’t give you that rundown so you could have input, Charity.”
My eyebrows rose at the command in his voice.
“Now, sit here and wait until I draw us a bath,” he said.
“I kind of have to pee,” I said.
“Then, I’ll slip out for a few seconds and let you pee. Then, I’m running us a bath. And if you get up and hurt yourself again because you don’t want to listen to anyone, I’m taking you back to the hospital myself.”
“Okay. Okay. I get it.”
“Good.”
I heard the water turn on in the bathtub before the door closed. And I figured that meant I was alone. I rose up and did what I needed to do, and finished cleaning myself off just as Rocco stepped back into the room. He didn’t knock. He didn’t check on me. He simply ebbed when I flowed. I ran my hand along the bathroom counter all the way to the sink, turning on the water as the smell of orchids and cherry blossoms filled my nose.
“Bubbles?” I asked.
“Figured they’d help us both relax,” Rocco sighed.
I giggled at his exasperated voice. I did need to take it easier on him. He had helped me up until this point. I had almost let him help me blindly. Just because I knew who he was didn’t mean things had to change. I didn’t have to push him away just because he was this bodyguard I’d had a crush on in my own home. Still, the thought of seeming weak to him rattled me. I didn’t want him to view me as a weak woman. As a woman who always needed help. Or assistance.
Then again, I didn’t have much of a choice.
“I’m ready whenever you are,” I said.
A few seconds later, I was scooped off my feet and held against his body. I laid my head on his shoulder as he stepped us into the bath, then settled me into the water. His legs parted around me as I stretched out. The tub was massive. Even as I leaned against his chest, my toes didn’t touch the other side when flexed. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder as his hands meandered around my body.
Then, I felt him reach for something.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Just relax, Charity,” he murmured against my ear.
“All I want to know is what--oh. That feels good.”
The second the soapy washcloth hit my skin, the ministrations pulled me into another world. I relaxed fully against his body as he washed me down. My neck. My shoulders. My arms. My chest. He slid down my stomach and paid careful attention to the skin between my thighs. My toes curled as he worked his way down my body. He felt every part of me. Washed every groove of my body without making one sexual advance toward me.
It was the most intimate I’d ever been with a man. And sex hadn’t even been involved.
“I’ve never been washed down by a man before,” I said, giggling.
“Then you’re really missing out. It’s a treat,” Rocco said.
“What now?”
He chuckled in my ear. “I don’t know from experience. But, it’s a treat for the man as well as the woman.”
“Because you get to feel all along her body?”
“Because I get the satisfaction in knowing I can take care of her,” he said.
I sighed at his words. He slowly bent me forward and started washing my back. Slow and steady circles that drifted me into a mindless trance. Even if I had been able to see him, it wouldn't have made the moment anymore sensual. It wouldn’t have brought us any closer. The realization was both maddening in the best ways and saddening in the worst.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do if my sight doesn’t come back fully,” I said.
“You can’t talk like that, Charity. Your mental state is just as important as your physical one,” Rocco said.
“You sound like Graham.”
“I take it that’s your doctor?”
“Mhm. Graham Goldstein,” I said.
“Well, he’s right, then,” he said.
“I just… I can’t be a surgeon without my eyes. I can’t take patients and help them without my eyes.
“We’ll come up with something, Charity. And in the meantime, I can take care of you.”
I whipped my head up at that statement and quickly shook my head.
“Oh, no. No you don’t,” I said.
“What?” Rocco asked.
I turned around in the water, abandoning the intimacy for a very raw truth-wielding session. I knelt between his legs as the water sloshed around us. I heard it cresting the top of the bath and pouring over onto the floor. Rocco’s hands slipped up my sides, steadying me as I perched between his thighs. My hands slid up his stomach. Up his chest. Until I cupped his cheeks and had his face level with mine.
“I need you to hear
me when I say this, because it doesn't come from a place of pride. Are you listening?” I asked.
“You’re not going to be a burden, Charity.”
My jaw dropped open. “How did you know…?”
“You really aren’t that hard to figure out.”
I scoffed. “Well, I can be kind of difficult. Sometimes.”
“In attitude, sure. But, not in what you believe. Not in the way you think. Talking to someone isn’t the only way to learn about them. I figured you would have learned that already.”
My hands fell into the water as my shoulders slumped.
“Well, you’re right and wrong, then. I’m not going to be a burden on you because I’m not going to let you do that. I’m not going to take up your personal space because I can’t cope. Eventually, I’ll cope. If my sight really doesn’t come back, I’ll adjust. I might complain about it. Bitch about it. Get frustrated over it. But, I will cope,” I said.
“I have no doubt in my mind you will,” Rocco said.
“Well, good then.”
He chuckled. “Is that all?”
“I’ve always adapted,” I said.
I settled back onto my heels as Rocco took my hands within his.
“I’ve always taken pride in my ability to adapt. My ability to emotionally remove myself from situations. It helps me to do my job. Deal with patients. Stay unbiased in surgery. Talk with grieving parents and family members about the death of their loved ones. I always cope with my surroundings. Always,” I said.
“Sounds more like you’re trying to convince yourself than you are me,” Rocco said.
His words left me speechless. I didn't know how to respond to them. I felt one of his hands release mine, and just when I went to go seek it back out, I found it. I felt him crook his finger underneath my chin before he gripped it. I felt him tilt my head up just a bit before I felt his breath against the tip of my nose. He kissed it softly, tugging a grin across my cheeks at the feel of his lips.
Then, he placed his mouth against mine.
His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me close to him. I rose upon my knees, sliding my arms around his neck. There was passion on his tongue. Lust laced in his lips. And a care for me in his grasp as he cloaked my back with his arms. I spread out. Pushed my legs behind me as his legs spread to accommodate my sprawling form. I slid my tongue against his. I tangled my hand in his hair. I felt him slip the tip of his tongue all the way back before raking it against the roof of my mouth.
