by Beck, J. L.
“Will you come with me?” Five little words have him stopping dead in his tracks. We’ve become pretty comfortable around each other, he made me come that one time and seen me naked then, but we haven’t been naked together since. I want that again, even if it doesn’t lead to anything. The closeness, the intimate feeling I got from being stripped bare, free in only a way Clark can make me feel. I want that, more tonight than I ever have before.
I stare at him, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he speaks. “You want me to come take a shower with you?”
“Yes,” I respond without having to think about it. I reach around my back and grab hold of the zipper, pulling it down in one swoop. I let the fabric slide off my shoulders and down my body, the dress puddling around my feet, leaving me in nothing but panties and a strapless bra. Clark’s inhale is audible, and I can’t help but smile.
“Is that a yes?” I ask, batting my eyelashes.
“If it’s what you want, then yes, it is. We’re going at your pace, for as long as we need to. When it comes to you, I have all the patience in the world.”
God, I’m not sure what possessed him to hit on me that day and then help me with my panic attack instead of just walking away, but I’m pretty sure it was fate that brought us together.
Gripping onto the side of my panties, I shove them down my legs to step out of them and head toward the bathroom, unclasping my bra in the process. By the time I reach the bathroom, I’m completely naked and so is Clark who is only a couple steps behind me. I turn the shower on, and open the glass door, stepping into the hot spray.
I haven’t built up the courage to turn around and face Clark yet, but when he slides into the shower behind me, his hard cock bumps into my ass cheek, and I can’t help it. I’m too curious and weirdly excited not to look.
Turning around, my eyes go straight to the land between his thighs, and I gulp, literally gulp, practically swallowing my tongue in the process.
I’ve felt his hard length a few times pressing against my leg or butt when we cuddled, but nothing could prepare me for seeing the actual thing. Thick and smooth, with a head that looks velvety soft. It’s bigger than I expected, but not shocking. Clark was a lady’s man for a reason before he decided to put dating and sex on the back burner.
“If it’s…” Clark starts to say and I lift my gaze from his penis, and up to his face. He looks like he wants to smile, but he also looks nervous as hell, more nervous than I am.
“Are you scared?” he asks a heartbeat later.
Swallowing, I shake my head. “No. I’m not scared. Actually, I want… if you’re okay with it and can handle it, I was wondering if I could touch you… it, touch it.” God, I hope I don’t sound like a fool. I’m so far out of my element right now. I don’t know how to be sexy, or how to say things without them sounding weird.
A huge grin spreads across his face. “Oh, I’m okay with you touching it. More than okay.”
Hesitantly, I reach over and wrap my fingers around his length, a satisfied groan fills the shower at my touch. He’s just as smooth as I imagined him to be. Smooth, warm, and hard all at the same time. My thumb brushes across the head and I notice the way his body tenses at the slightest of grazes.
“I’ve thought about this moment a thousand times, envisioned it, beat off a couple times to it, but nothing compares to the real-life version, the actual feeling of your hand wrapped around me.” He hisses, and I squeeze him a little harder. I’m not sure what he likes, what I should do? I get the concept of a hand job, but this is all new to me and I need a little guidance.
As if he could read my mind, he tells me, “Tighten your hold, squeezing a little until you get the motion of stroking up and down. Don’t worry, you won’t break it.”
The bathroom starts to fill with fog, and I do as he tells me, squeezing him while stroking him up and down. My movements are slow at first, but once I get the hang of it, I increase my pace. With his hand on the shower wall, he braces himself, leaning into me as if he’s having trouble holding himself up. His body cages mine, and though I should be scared, I’m not. My pulse is pounding in my ears, the fact that I make him feel this way, make it hard, and needy, turns me on. It makes me want him more.
“Fuck, Em… you’re gonna make me come.” His voice is raw and gravelly, filled with pent up lust and need. His hot breath fans against my neck and I shiver, my nipples turning to hard peaks.
“Come, please, I want you to come…”
“Fuck, keep going, faster,” he grunts, thrusting his hips into my hand, and I do. I stroke him faster, harder, needing him to come as if it’s my own orgasm. As if his pleasure is mine.
“Yes, fuck...yes...I’m coming,” Clark pants, and a moment later his entire body tenses, his warm cum shoots out and lands on my leg. My eyes dart down to his length in my hand, the sight of his sticky release on my skin, and beading against the head of his penis does something to me. It’s mesmerizing, intoxicating, and I feel the need to make him come all over again.
“Holy shit, you amaze me more and more every day, Em,” Clark says between breaths, sounding like he just ran a mile uphill. “That was… fuck, I don’t have words.”
“I can see that you liked it,” I say, feeling giddy all of the sudden. The hazel in Clark’s eyes darken as he leans in and presses his lips to mine. I release his cock and wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, and letting it consume me.
This day has been a rollercoaster ride of emotions, to say the least. Never in a million years did I think all these things could be crammed into one single day. I came face to face with my abuser, but I survived. I didn’t let him hurt me again and I never will. Never again will I be the victim. Never again will I cower with fear.
Clark knows everything I have been hiding for years. I told him things I’ve never told a soul before and somehow he still wants me, more so, he still loves me. He doesn’t think I’m broken. He’s patient, kind, and compassionate.
I’ve overcome so many fears today and I am glad that I did. I never felt so empowered and I never had so much hope about the future.
“Let’s shower before we do anything else, then I’ll return the favor,” he says seductively, and I smile knowing nothing can get better than this. Nothing.
63
Clark
My body is still humming from the mind-blowing orgasm Emerson gave me in the shower when we crawl into bed together. We’re both completely naked and Emerson seems to be content with that, god knows I won’t complain about the lack of clothing. I’ve been waiting for us to get to this point for weeks, that’s not to say I don’t enjoy having an emotional connection, it’s just l love fucking sex, and I want it with Emerson more than I’ve ever wanted it with anyone else before.
Peering down at her tight little body, over the curves and swell of her breasts, I wonder how I got so lucky. Fuck, I need her, a taste, a tiny one.
“I need to make you come, do you want that?” I ask, needing to make sure this is something she wants before I make the move.
“Yes, please,” she says quietly, and that’s enough for me to get my ass into gear. Gently I place her on the bed, hovering over her perfect body. Her red hair fans out against the mattress, like a fiery halo hanging above her head. It makes her look strong, powerful, just as I’ve always seen her.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I whisper. My eyes catch on her already pebbled nipples and I lean forward, taking one into my mouth, sucking greedily on the stiff peak. I’m not as hesitant and careful as I was last time. I don’t think I have to be anymore. There is more trust between us now than there was before. While I swirl my tongue against her nipple, I knead the flesh of her other breast, listening as she mewls like a cat beneath me.
Fuck, my cock is already hard again, and I’d bet a million dollars right now that she’s drenched, her arousal coating the inside of her thighs.
Releasing her breast with a pop, I listen to her displeased whimper and I can’t help but smile.
“I want to taste you, make you come with my mouth, feel your pulse against my tongue. I know last time you said—”
“It’s okay,” she interrupts me. “I want that too, I’m okay now.”
I place a chaste kiss against her mouth once before I slowly start blazing a path of fire with open-mouthed kisses down her body. Paying special attention to the delicate skin on her neck, breasts and the part of her ribs that I know she is ticklish in. Soft giggles fill the room and her hands land on my shoulders, pushing me down playfully.
“Don’t worry, that’s where I was going,” I murmur into her skin as I continue my way south, planting even more open mouth kisses around her hip and lower belly until I reach my destination. Nestling between her thighs, I’m like a kid on Christmas morning getting my first up-close look of her pretty pink pussy. I let my nostrils flare, and nuzzle my nose against her cunt, the sweet smell of her arousal shooting straight to my cock.
Fuck me. I’ve never smelt something so decadent. It takes everything in me not to drive right in, to suck that hard little nub between her folds into my mouth. Reining myself in, I grip onto her thighs and part her legs even farther, making note of the arousal that glistens against her folds and thighs.
“Your pussy smells good enough to eat,” I growl, placing a kiss on the inside of her thigh.
“Then eat it,” she pants, sitting up on her elbows, clearly trying to get a better view. I peek up at her over her mound, meeting her darkened eyes before I lower my face and drag my tongue right over that bundle of nerves that I know will send her into a frenzy. She doesn’t disappoint me, her back arched off the mattress and a moan escapes her lips as I feast on her like I’m a starving man and like she’s my last meal, I suck on her clit.
Her hands find my hair, her nails raking over my scalp as I keep worshipping her pussy like it’s the Holy Grail. Her moans turn louder and her trembling thighs squeeze together. I know she is close and the thought of having her cum on my tongue has my cock painfully hard.
“Please… stop,” she moans, and I stop what I’m doing, even though I’m thoroughly confused. She wants me to stop? Shit, did I misread her that much? I look over her mound directly into her flushed face.
“You okay?”
“Yes, I want you,” she pants, confusing me even further. “I want you inside of me… now,” she purrs, licking her lips.
“Are you sure?” I have to make fucking sure she wants this.
Her hands land on my shoulders, pulling me up toward her. “Yes, please…”
I didn’t think my cock could get any harder than it already is, but shit, her words make it happen. Knowing that I can’t control myself being on top right now, I crawl up the bed and sit down next to her. With my back leaning against the headboard, I pull her onto my lap so she is straddling me.
“You want my cock, you take it. Take what you want, at your pace.” I barely finish saying the words when she starts to lower herself onto the iron rod between my legs. The head of my dick makes contact with her wet folds and I almost come right then.
“Fuck me…” I say under my breath.
“I’m going to.” Her voice laced with unbridled desire.
Resting my hands on her hips for nothing more than support, I give her full control. She plants her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, her tiny nails sinking into the flesh as she slowly positions herself, letting my dick glide through her pussy until my throbbing head is lined up with her entrance. Her eyes are locked with mine, her pupils so dilated there is only a sliver of light blue around them.
“I love you,” she says as she impales herself on my length. My eyes roll to the back of my head and it takes everything inside me not to squeeze her hips as pleasure ripples through me. Like a fucking vise wrapped around my dick, she hugs me tightly, almost as if she was made for me. Something in my chest tightens, and I can’t stop myself from wrapping my arms around her and hugging her to my chest.
“I love you, Emerson, so much, so fucking much. Thank you for giving me this piece of you.” I kiss her hair and release her. When she pulls away, I see tears in her eyes, but I know they aren’t tears of pain or sadness. They’re tears of joy. Slowly, she starts to move, and I watch through hooded eyes as inch after inch of my cock gets swallowed by her tightness. Every inch of my body hums with pleasure, my pulse pounding in my ears as she swivels her hips finding a rhythm that satisfies her.
“Clark…” she pants, her eyes closed, her face a mask of sheer pleasure.
Lifting a hand, I brush my fingers across her throat, and down her collarbone with a feather-light touch before pressing my palm against her breast, right over her erratic heartbeat. Of all the times I’ve had sex in my life, nothing compares to the intimateness encompassing me right now. In this moment it’s just us, together at last, becoming one.
Using my other hand, I bring my thumb to her hard little clit and make tiny circles against the bundle of nerves. Her head tips back and a heady whimper slips past her soft lips.
“I’m…” Her body starts to tremble, and I can feel my own orgasm building deep in my spine, traveling at lightning speed toward my cock.
“Come, come, all over my cock…” I growl, needing to feel her squeeze the life right out of me. I want to know that I’ve taken those horrible memories and replaced them with good ones. That I’ve worshipped her body like it’s never been worshipped before.
“Oh… Clark. Oh God…” She starts to bounce up and down, faster and faster, the sound of her arousal filling the room and like a rocket, I know the minute she goes off. Her entire body tenses, her lips part but no words come out, and her pussy, that sweet fucking pussy squeezes me so tight I nearly pass out. Her orgasm causes a ripple effect that brings on my own, and even though I want to hold off, to continue to have her fuck me over and over again, I can’t fight off the climax that’s barreling toward me.
Powerless to the pleasure, I let it own me, my balls draw up and with a roar, I explode filling her hole with every single drop of my release. Being inside of her, coming inside of her, it feels like Heaven, like I’ve died and finally met my maker.
It’s then as I’m drifting down from cloud nine, my eyes popping open as the feel of wetness drips down my cock that I realize we didn’t use a condom.
Fuck. Never having made the mistake before, I swallow thickly and look up at Emerson who is smiling, her eyes bright and full of life.
“We didn’t use a condom and we never talked about birth control,” I admit, trying not to sound worried. Not that I would be if she got pregnant or something. I would be here, beside her, loving her, but I really don’t want kids right now. Not if I can help it.
“I’m on the shot, and got one just before I came here,” she tells me, and I feel the boulder of fear rise up off my chest. Still after knowing all the girls I’ve been with, she shouldn’t have trusted me so easily. Then again, she probably knows damn well I would never put her in a situation that would harm her, doesn’t matter though, I want to clear the air and make certain that she knows I’m clean.
“I never had sex without a condom before and I’ve always been careful and I know I’m clean,” I say, all while still buried deep inside of her.
“It’s okay, I trust you.” Her words have my chest swelling with emotions, her trust means so much to me. She leans into me. Wrapping her arms around me tightly while claiming my lips with her own, kissing me so deeply and passionately that my mind goes blank.
With her in my arms, I don’t care about anything else, I don’t care about the past or even the future, all that matters is us, right now in this moment… a moment I wish to never end.
* * *
From the moment I woke up the next morning, the happiness I felt last night has been corrupted by a dark thought I can’t get rid of. It’s been festering all day long. Sitting in the back of my mind, nagging at me, growing like cancer.
I know Emerson doesn’t want to talk about this anymore, and I’m not going to subject her to
reliving that moment, but I need to do something. I can’t let that sick fuck get away with what he’s done. He needs to pay, one way or the other. If I have to be the one to do it, then I will, but something is going to be done.
Walking into my father’s office, I bypass his secretary without a second glance. She greets me quietly but doesn’t stop me from walking in unannounced. Not that it would stop me anyway.
The door swings open and my father’s head snaps up, his mouth pops open, probably to yell at the person walking in unannounced but when he sees that it’s me, his annoyed expression turns curious with a hint of worry.
I haven’t come to his office in a long time and the times I did come, it was at my father’s request. Today though, it’s in honor of the one woman I love.
“Clark,” he greets me, clearly surprised by my presence. “Is everything okay?”
“No.” I close the door behind me and drop down into a seat at the desk, across from him.
“Dad, this is going to seem like a strange request, but I need you to tell me everything you know about Rick Paulson.”
“Rick? What do you have going on with him?” His dismissive tone has the already heated blood boiling in my veins.
“It doesn’t matter, I just need to know about him.”
“Clark, what is this? What did you get yourself into? I’ll help you however I can, but I don’t want you getting involved with him.”
“Dad!” I yell, slamming my fist down onto the mahogany table, making everything sitting on the surface shake. “I need you, okay? I really need you on this. I’ve never asked you for anything, not even after Mom died. I just need you to do this one thing for me, it’s important.” Even I don’t miss the desperation in my voice.
My father’s face falls, his expression sobers as if his constant mask of strength and mightiness is faltered by the desperation of my words. I don’t remember ever telling my dad that I need him. I’ve been too busy hating him and pushing him away, blaming him for everything in my life. Admitting that I need my dad, catapults us both into a new territory. It makes us both vulnerable.
