Recovered Love

by Chrissy Snyder

  The iPod has been loaded with endless amount of music, it’s currently playing a slow song.

  “May I have this dance?” Savannah nods shyly and follows me onto the dance floor. Even with her heels she is tiny to my large frame, but I tuck her in tight to my body and move her around the dance floor. All three of us had been forced to take dancing lessons and all of us look relieved now, because it’s paying off.

  The mood in the room is easy and fun, everyone is having a good time. I look around and see my brothers and our friends and feel weirdly content. I’d never really given stuff like that any thought before, but the older I get the more I want those things for myself. I know I don’t deserve them. I’m dirty and tainted. I shake off the shitty reminder and look down at Savannah who is smiling happily and lose myself in her beauty. I don’t deserve her.

  The song changes to Thinking out Loud by Ed Sheeran and I listen to the words as if hearing them for the first time. I start singing to Savannah looking deep into her eyes and I feel as if the earth has shifted beneath my feet, everything is off kilter and my body is suddenly overly warm. The air is almost crackling around us, my eyes never leaving her face, memorizing every beautiful detail. Savannah’s eyes well with tears and they spill over onto her cheeks as I sing of loving her until we’re 70. It’s this moment, right now when I realize it’s true, I’ve fallen in love with her. She owns my heart, it will never be the same. My chest feels tight as does my throat as I reach up with my right hand and use my thumb to wipe the wet tears from her cheeks, dropping a soft kiss onto her mouth. My mouth tingles as it touches hers and my skin sizzles as if an electric current is going through me. My heart is beating rapidly in my chest and my breaths are shallow. I can’t believe my black tainted heart has any feeling, but there is no turning back, not for me. I can’t believe it but I’m letting go of all my preconceptions and I’ll give “this” a chance. What have I got to lose?

  My lips tingle as I pull back from her mouth, my breaths coming rapidly. I’m stunned by her beauty and my hands are itching to touch her skin, watching it flush as she becomes aroused.

  Suddenly a clock starts gonging, signifying the stroke of midnight. I pull Savannah towards the carriage and there sitting on the stair of the carriage is a sexy sparkly shoe for all ladies to try on to see who would be Cinderella of the prom.

  “I can tell from here, that shoe will NOT fit on my foot,” Sloan says with a little laugh her voice.

  “I don’t think it would fit my size nine either,” says Lacey while tossing her hair over her shoulder.

  “C’mon Kalina,” Deacon says softly, “It’s your turn to try. You have dainty feet, it may fit you.” A pretty blush covers Kalina’s face, but she steps forward and holds onto Deacons back as he kneels her feet and bends forward to lift it. She shakes her head negatively with a shy smile.

  “It doesn’t fit me either,” she says softly.

  Suddenly all eyes turn towards Savannah and focus in on her tiny feet.

  “Looks like you’re up,” I tell her while I kneel on the floor before her loving the full smile that’s come across her face.

  I slide my callused hand up her calf which elicits a shiver in Savannah causing her to almost lose her footing. She grabs on to my back to balance herself and giggles as I run my finger up her arch, before slipping the shoe on her foot. It fits beautifully, as I knew it would. Flashes go off in every direction capturing the moment on film for Savannah to enjoy at a later time. She deserves to have good memories to erase all the bad and I’ll do everything in my power to ensure that from here on forward there is only good in her life.

  I can’t believe he pulled off a surprise as big as prom for me. He’s pretty much spent every waking moment with me so I have no idea when he would have found the time. I’m trembling as I remember being held in his arms, with him singing to me. I don’t know what to believe, but the moment felt real to me. He was singing every word of that song, and even he seemed surprised by his reaction. I give my head a shake, this whole evening has been surreal and it isn’t over yet. We’d said good-bye to everyone and headed to bed. I’ve been stalling for the last fifteen minutes even brushing my teeth twice, my nerves jangling. I’ve decided tonight’s the night. The night I want to lose my ‘v-card’ as Lacey calls it. I talked to her earlier this evening and she’d given me a pep talk.

  I close my eyes and take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as I roll my head on my shoulders, allowing any tension and nerves to leave my body. I open my eyes and give myself a critical once over. I run my fingers through my hair giving it a tousled look and rub scented lotion on my legs. I’m still in the red corset, thong and garter as I can’t unhook it myself without hurting my ribs. My hands are shaking but it’s now or never. I’m breathless with anticipation, but also a bit afraid. Lacey had said her first time hurt, and I don’t know if I can handle any more pain.

  I straighten my shoulders and put my head up. I can do this. I really, really want to do this.

  I open the bathroom door and see that he’s turned down the lights and has lit over thirty candles and placed them all over the room, giving the room a sensual glow. Rose petals are strewn on the carpet and on the end of the bed, with the comforter turned down. Reid is lying on his side with his head resting in his hand, wearing nothing but boxer briefs and a smile.

  “Hi,” I say shyly stopping myself from shuffling my feet.

  “You look fucking gorgeous Peanut,” he says in his gravelly voice. “Red is definitely your color.”

  “I like this outfit,” I tell him softly. “I feel sexy in it.”

  “Are you joining me?” He pats the bed beside him and I think I must look like a fool, standing there. Sometimes I really hate my inexperience. I’d felt so special, so beautiful earlier this evening. He’s so big and strong and surprisingly very comforting, taking care of me and meeting all my needs.

  If I can survive almost two weeks with that madman, then I can do this. I give myself a mental nod and hop into bed. I’m ready.

  I’m trying to be patient, but I was getting anxious when she didn’t come out of the bathroom. My own nerves are shot and my hands are shaking. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a virgin, and I want to make sure I take care and make it good for her. I’m worried about her. I see what she thinks she’s hiding. In her most quiet moments is when she is most revealing, her emotions and fears written clearly on her expressive face. I know her time in captivity was not easy for her, but she still hasn’t opened up about her injuries and I worry that she is keeping everything in. Bottled up too tightly but like a soda that’s been given a shake, it’s bound to blow.

  Deacon and Carter have both been encouraging me to enjoy the moment. They’ve been ribbing me about Savannah and tell me to enjoy the second chance that I’ve been given, that not everyone is like Kelly. I gave my heart away once and she destroyed it. Since then, it’s been easier to find some fuck friends. Get my release, and get the hell out of there. But for the first time in a long time, I want more than just some nameless tramp I fuck against a wall in a bar. Yet I feel as If I’m tainted, because of what happened when I was a kid. Logically, I know I didn’t ask for it, and I was a victim, but other times I wonder if I had somehow asked for it. I don’t know what Savannah will think and I’m scared to tell her, but she deserves to know, especially considering I still get the odd nightmare from it.

  Any other thoughts I may have are wiped from my mind as the bathroom door opens, illuminating her from behind. She looks fucking glorious with her dark hair and wide eyes as she looks at me from under her lashes. Even after everything we’ve done together she’s still shy with me. I swear my heart has stopped beating in my chest, all feeling has left my hands and my lips feel tingly as I stare at her in wonder. I finally find my tongue and tell her how sexy she is and pat the bed in invitation. I smile as I see her take a small breath and square her shoulders before she hops up into the bed looking like an angelic siren.

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�You’re so beautiful,” I say my voice hoarse. I have a large lump in my throat and swallowing does nothing to alleviate it. I cup her face in my hands and bend my forehead to hers as she opens her mouth on a sigh, fanning my face with the smell of fresh mint. Our eyes meet and hold. For several long seconds all I can hear and feel is my heart beating in my chest. I can’t wait another moment and bring my lips to her mouth sliding back and forth. I suck on her bottom lip and pull it into my mouth making her moan loudly. Our tongues tangle around each other, our breath hot, as desire floats in the air around us. There is an electric charge to the air, my skin prickles with it. I curl my right hand into her hair, and sharply pull her neck back exposing her pulse pounding wildly in her throat. I see her eyes open wide, and I try to get myself under control so I can go soft and easy. I look at her and see that she is ok, she knows it’s me and I won’t hurt her. She knows that I’m here with her and this moment is a good and beautiful moment in time. She moans as I lick, nibble and kiss my way down her neck eliciting a shiver and a sigh. I kiss behind her ear and across her collar bone smiling as I watch her skin break out in goosebumps. Sighing softly she squirms under my touch as my hands roam up and down her back, pausing to cup her ass in my large hands.

  “I’ve got you Peanut,” I tell her between kisses. “You still ok or do you need me to stop?” Maybe I’m an ass for making her say it, but I don’t want there to be any regrets after this. This is her opportunity to tell me she doesn’t want it to go further and I’ll respect that. She can say “no” at any point and I’ll stop. I’m not desperate for pussy, but today for the first time in my life I feel desperate.

  “You need to tell me what you want,” I tell her quietly. “I need the words from you Peanut.”

  “I’m ok Reid. This isn’t too fast for me, and it’s what I want. I want you. Please,” she says breathlessly.

  That’s all the encouragement I need as I lean forward cupping her face in my left hand and dropping my mouth to hers, licking my way into her mouth. Savannah’s tongue licks across my mouth, teasing the corners and tickling the roof of my mouth. It feels as though my eyes are rolling backwards in my head when she suckles my bottom lip in her mouth, pulling on it sharply. I groan as she kisses my neck and across my chest, licking and teasing at my nipples until they are hard little points. I roll onto my back and put my arms behind my head, watching as she runs her tongue in every dip and valley of my abdomen. I feel as if I’m panting when she dips her nose into my bellybutton, then runs her nose across my groin and in the seam where my legs meet my pelvis. I have to bite my tongue when she grips my boxers in her tiny fists and pulls them down, exposing first my head and then my entire shaft as it stands up straight from my body, a dark pink color. I almost whimper when her hand closes around my shaft, holding it tight before using the flat of her pink tongue and running it from shaft to tip, wetting my cock. I hiss when her hot mouth closes around the weeping head while I grab a fistful of her hair, using it to guide her mouth on my cock. I’m fucking hard as a rock and ready to blow as she slides her wet tongue around teasing the large vein that is pulsing wildly. I can’t have the evening be over before it’s even started so I pull her mouth off of my cock and smile when she pouts, assuring her she’ll have another chance. I sit up on my knees facing her, reaching forward and unhooking each and every hook on her corset getting worried when I see her wince once it’s opened Fuck Reid you idiot, she has broken ribs and you bought her a corset you stupid fuck!

  “Peanut I’m so sorry, but I wasn’t thinking of your injuries when I bought you this outfit. I’m so sorry. I can see that you’re in a lot of pain.” I feel like such a heel.

  “Reid, I love this outfit, it makes me feel sexy and womanly. You treat me like a woman, like an equal and not some kid. Please, I’d like to keep going,” she says quietly. I know what it costs for her to say those words, she’s so shy and naïve. I don’t say another word but reach forward and pull the corset from her body leaving her in her garter and teeny tiny thong and I have to make sure I don’t swallow my tongue.

  I lie her back and run my nose along her neck and across her skin, smiling when she giggles. She’s trembling as I run my nose across her belly and then lower through her groin—turnabout is fair play. I curl my fingers under her panties and pull them down, exposing her pussy, plump and pink with some dampness around her lips. I inhale deeply, my mouth watering when her smell hits my nostrils.

  “You ok Peanut? You’re shaking.”

  “I’m ok Reid, just a little nervous.”

  “Don’t be nervous, I’m going to make sure you feel good. I’ll do my best not to hurt you, it’s just the two of us here, and if you need to stop you just say the word.”

  I hope she hears what I’m saying, I intend to cherish her.

  “Okay,” she says softly biting on her bottom lip.

  I’m fucking hard as a rock, my cock aching to be inside of her body. I stare at her gorgeous full breasts and bend my head to roll her nipple around my tongue. She squirms, sighing softly. I wrap my lips around her nipple and tug, she seems to really love that, so I gently scrape my teeth along her nipple, then bite down softly. She cries out, “Yes!” I move to her left nipple, and do more of the same. All the while, my hands are roaming her tiny, pert little body. I go from nipple to nipple, blowing cool air and watching them tighten even further. I’m going to come, just from watching her face, my cock throbbing against the mattress. She has such an expressive face, and she is enjoying every little bit of this. She throws her arms around the back of my head, clutching it to her breasts and arches her back. I bury my face between her breasts and inhale her sweet warmth. How did I get so lucky to have this little dynamo whirl her way into my life?

  Savannah’s entire body shivers and trembles as I lick my way down her torso, blowing cool air following the wet path my tongue is making. Her body is quivering as she begs me, “Oh Reid, please stop torturing me.”

  I open her thighs and stare down at her bare, pink and glistening pussy. I blow hot hair onto her pussy, and she runs her hands over my head. I smirk and look up at her from between her thighs, “I bet you were wishing I had some hair to tug right about now eh”?

  “Cocky much,” she laughs and taps the top of my head, urging me to continue.

  God I love her laugh, it transforms her entire face, and the sound? It’s beautiful, almost musical.

  I get back to business and run my nose along her groin, and through her pussy lips, inhaling deeply. She smells fucking amazing. Not that stupid shit that you read in books like “she smelled like a summer rain,” no, she smells like vanilla and sugar and I bet she will taste just as good. Warm, wet and sweet. I bend my head and run my tongue up the inside of her thigh, and straight into her pussy. Just like I expect, sweet like sugar. Damn! I look up, to see that she is watching every move I make. “Damn you smell amazing,” I tell her, “I can’t get enough.”

  I run the flat of my tongue up the center of her pussy, while she squirms and tries to find something to hold on to. I thrust my tongue, in and out of her, and eat up every bit of wetness that her pussy makes, swallowing every greedy drop. I suck one lip, then the other, into my mouth, savoring her taste on my tongue. “Fuck,” I growl out, “You taste amazing too.” I run my tongue, over her bundle of nerves, loving her pussy the same way I love her mouth. Her body shakes and trembles, fuck she is beautiful. I’m one fucking lucky bastard.

  I love watching the different emotions flit across her face, one expression of ecstasy after another. “Oh Reid,” she cries, “I need, I need, something.”

  I know what my baby needs, “Come on Peanut,” I tell her, “Just let it go, come for me.”

  I add two fingers to her pussy, thrusting in and out while I eat at her like a starving man. I know she is close, and needs a little something so I take her clit gently between my lips and suck, and that shoots her over the edge as her body shakes with her orgasm. I softly lick her until she calms down a bit.

 
I run my fingers lightly over her belly, watching the tiny hairs stand on end.

  “God you’re beautiful when you come,” I say softly.

  Her entire face had contorted in a mask of ecstasy, which only turned me on more. I kiss and crawl my way up her body and bend to kiss her mouth, my lips are wet with her juices, and I hungrily eat at her mouth. It turns me on, knowing that she can taste herself. If I’m not careful, I’m going to embarrass myself and blow my load like a teenager getting his first hand job.

  I rub myself through her soft folds, “OH,” she says, moaning and circling her hips, ready for more. I’m not sure what she’ll think of this, but I need to ask.

  “I’ve got some condoms Peanut, I’m clean and I’ve never had sex without one, but I’d like to with you. I have my results so you can see. Are you on the pill?

  I see her nod her head and then she drops her gaze as if she’s embarrassed, “Yeah, I went on the pill to try and help control my really heavy periods,” she says. “Only it doesn’t really help, but I stayed on it purely for birth control purposes.” I see she wants to say something else, so I tell her to go on. “Um, but you know I’ve never had sex before so you know that I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t want to disappoint you,” she finishes quietly hanging her head in embarrassment.

  I cup her face softly, “Hey, I’m glad to be your first and there is no way you can disappoint me,” I tell her. Fuck me, I’m going to hurt her and I don’t want to.

  She smiles and says, “I’ve never met anyone that I want to kiss, and I’ve never felt a connection with anyone, until you. I guess I’m a late bloomer,” she finishes in her soft voice.