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Slater
“Take my shirt off, Slater,” she whispers, and I’m stunned.
I stay quiet—at a total loss—afraid I misheard her, knowing she’s never done this before. Never fully bared herself to another man. Sure, she’d let me feel her up a little under her shirt that day in the treehouse, but this is different. This is intimate; nothing will be left between us. I wait her out, hoping she’ll repeat herself because I know this is a monumental step, one I vow not to fuck up. The last thing I want is for Alina to feel any pressure to give up this part of herself to me before she’s ready. I’m no saint, but I can wait for her. It might kill me not to get to see her, but for her I’d do almost anything, and waiting a bit longer seems like the smallest thing when I know someday we’ll get there.
“Ali.” I breathe her in, my face nuzzling into her neck, my breath still laboured from my orgasm. “Sweetheart. No pressure, honestly,” I tell her, placing my hands on her waist, my dick starting to harden again having her so close.
“I’m sure. I want you to see me, Slate. All of me. I’m ready, take it off. Now, please.”
Overcome with emotion, I nod. Reaching for the edge of her Ramones shirt, I start to lift it with shaky hands, slowly at first. Like before, I’m giving her the opportunity to change her mind if she needs to, even though I sense that this time is different. Ali’s different, she seems ready. I reveal her breasts as I pull her T-shirt over her head without any hesitation on her part, and I’m dumbstruck. Alina Cassidy is gorgeous. Her tits bounce within her bra as I pull the shirt completely free of her body, and my eyes widen as I take in the white racy pieces of lace I find hugging her perfect breasts, ones I knew would make my mouth water. They are more than a handful, perky, and round—exquisite, just like her.
“Jesus, you’re sexy.” I run my finger between her cleavage, my mouth salivating, wanting so badly to run my tongue along her soft skin. My eyes long to see her pert nipples bared to me, to take them in my mouth, to taste, lick, and suck each bud until she’s moaning, and shaking from just my touch.
As if she can hear my thoughts, Ali moves her hands behind her back and lets the clasp go, the straps falling from her shoulders. Then, with perfect synchronicity, the cups fall, freeing her breasts for me, the movement making them bounce again. I let out an appreciative groan, and can’t stop staring.
“Touch them. Make them yours,” Ali says, her face flushed pink. She looks up into my eyes, then peers down to where she’s taken my hands and placed them overtop each of her breasts. She releases the most erotic whimper I’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing when I start to roll each pinkish-coloured nipple in between my thumbs and forefingers. “Yeah, that feels good. Harder,” she demands, and I’m on it. Shifting my head down, I run my tongue over the curve of her chest, blowing on each nipple to coax them into hard peaks before taking one and then the other in my mouth, running my tongue hotly around and sucking on them as if they’re my most favourite dish. And right now they are.
She leans into me as if her legs are about to give way from the onset of my attentions. I wrap my hands around her hips, holding her steady as I continue to feast. “You’re fucking perfect. Your skin’s so soft and smooth,” I tell her around a nipple, and sink to my knees on the floor so I’m eye level with her chest. “I can’t wait to feel you on my cock. You’re so responsive, sexy…”
“I’m ready for more,” she says. She holds my chin with her fingers so I have to look up. I meet her sweet smile and warm trusting gaze. “I’m ready for you, and for this.” Alina’s voice is sincere and her blue eyes shine in the moonlight. I stop and rest my head on her stomach, needing a moment to compose myself, and to process everything. This beautiful girl, leaning back in front of me, is giving all of herself to me—with so many firsts for her—and the reality of that is all kinds of overwhelming.
I feel her tense, under me, her breath hitching at my proximity as my hands trail down from her chest, across her stomach, and wrap around her waist, hugging her in closer to me. I pause, waiting to make sure she’s ready for more.
“I’m okay, Slater. I won’t break. I’m working to be healthier, and you’re helping me, but don’t treat me like I’m too fragile,” she says.
“Baby…” I let out a long sigh before feathering her stomach with soft kisses, “I know you’re not fragile. You’re nothing close to fragile, you are indestructible, resilient, a warrior, everything that’s good.”
“Slater, please.” I feel a tremble in her voice. I kiss her stomach to soothe the emotion I’m sure is coursing through her. Overcome with my own feelings, I’m flabbergasted at how this woman could have ever felt the need to hide and punish her beautiful body the way she did. I push my feelings to the side, because it makes my heart ache to know what she’s been through, what she’s put herself through. Tonight, I promise I will show her how truly beautiful she is, inside and out.
Once I’ve collected myself again, I trail my tongue over her right hip and across her stomach, where I see some light traces of stretch marks. That she’s trusting me to see all of her like this makes this a moment I’ll never forget.
My earlier thoughts come to mind—she’s a warrior, a survivor—as I lick my way across the expanse of soft skin. Pulling her belt loops to bring her closer to me, I say: “I’m gonna undo your pants now.”
“It’s about damn time,” she smirks, and I reach up to squeeze her nipple before moving down to her fly.
“I’m trying to go slow,” I say.
“And I’m trying to get laid here, Jenkins,” Ali quips, running her hand over my short buzzcut. I laugh against her stomach, the irony isn’t lost on me. Here I am getting lost in my own head, worried, and it’s for nothing. Nervous or worried is the last thing Ali seems to be tonight. Maybe it’s due to her taking the time she needed to sort herself out, or maybe it has to do with the rush she must still be feeling from playing so well with our band tonight. Whatever the reason, she’s clearly more than ready for this now. I need to give her what she needs, and stop being such a pussy.
“Last chance,” I tell her with my arm banded around her, my hand cupping her ass, the other hand busy popping the button on her pants.
“I’m ready, Slater. I promise I won’t break,” she says, then nods. “I love you for taking it slow, but I’m going to die if you don’t get inside me soon.”
And that does it.
Within seconds, I have her pants off and tossed behind me, her legs spread apart, my hands running up and down her smooth legs. I move up, finally sliding one finger along her lips, using her wetness to slip and slide over her sensitive skin before sinking a finger deep inside her.
“So warm, baby, and wet. So damn wet for me,” I say, slipping my finger in and out of her, her pussy clenching with each give and take. Her hips begin to sway and I sink another finger inside as she rides my hand, her body trembling.
“Oh. That feels so good…” she moans.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my hand,” I coach, before I rest my heavy palm over her clit, teasing the tiny bundle until I feel it harden beneath my touch. “That’s it.” Leaning up on my haunches, I latch onto one of her nipples while I fingerfuck her in the middle of the room.
“Oh Jesus,” she says when I pick up speed, moving my hands more quickly and sucking harder towards a crescendo that is sure to send her over the edge. But I’m not ready to let her have it quite yet.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I groan, taking the other nipple and sucking on it. “I can’t wait to get my cock inside you, to have your juices coating me. Fuck, Ali, you make me so goddamn hard,” I say, as I ease up on my ministrations, much to her displeasure.
“No. Don’t stop, I’m so close,” she says, as I pick her up and carry her over to the bed where I lay her down beneath me.
“You want my cock?” I ask, and she laces her arms around my neck, pulling me down and kissing me.
“Yes. I need it.” She arches her back so her nipples graze my chest, and it feels fantastic. Her big blue eyes plead with me to give in already, to put us both out of our misery. Fuck me.
Sliding my body down hers, I lean back, and spread her legs open a little further. My eyes hone in on her pussy, and I lick my lips at the sight of her arousal. The moonlight crashes over her gorgeous body; she’s now sprawled out, ready to give me everything.
“I’ll give you what you want, but first I need a taste of this sweet pussy of yours,” I tell her, running my finger along her slit. As I brush her clitoris, her body jerks. It takes a fuck of a lot of restraint not to just plow myself into her and give her exactly what she craves. “Can I taste you, Ali?”
“Jesus, yes,” she replies, and I laugh. She’s too cute when she’s wound up so tight, wanting my cock inside her.
Lying down, I position myself between her legs, ghosting soft kisses up and down her inner thighs. Ali sucks in a sharp gasp when I cover her pussy with my mouth and start to softly graze my nose up and down her centre, sucking gently on one lip then the other. She smells so sweet. That jasmine scent that’s so uniquely hers hits me full force, and I almost shoot my load again from the heady combination of her fragrance and taste. Breathing her in, I commit her to memory. I’ll never forget this night with her, the night she trusted me enough to give herself to me so openly, so completely. Her legs tighten around my head, keeping me where she wants me. I move my thumb over her clit, running it in small, tender circles over the hardened bud, slowly at first before applying more and more pressure with each pass. I lap up her arousal, before taking it fully into my mouth and sucking on it. She’s so hot and wet.
“You smell so good, baby, and taste even better. I could eat you for days,” I say, releasing her clit and running my face between her legs again, wanting to bathe in her scent, causing her to shudder beneath me. Moving my hands around to her ass, I take both cheeks in my grip and lift her up a little so I have more room to move. Licking along her folds, I begin to devour her, picking up the pace, running my tongue eagerly over her slit and up into her tight hole. I start relentlessly fucking her with my tongue, adding a finger then two as I go for her clit again, sucking it until she’s bucking off the bed, making the sexiest noises I have ever heard. My fingers slide in and out, matching the pace of my tongue.
“Mmm, more. Oh god…yes.” Her hands move to my head, holding me in place, and I love that she’s enjoying it that much. Looking up, I see she’s watching me now and it makes my dick throb, having those beautiful eyes trained on me as I fuck her pussy with my mouth, knowing I’m making her feel so good.
“I want you. Please. Inside, Slater. Now,” she mewls as I move back up her body and kiss a trail from her stomach to her chest, then up to her lips. I take her hands in mine and intertwine our fingers before pinning her fists up above her head. I hover above her.
“You want me?”
“So much,” she says, and I roll us over, so she’s now on top.
“Then let me in. Take what you need, Ali. Ride me. Let me see you, baby,” I say. She lolls her head to the side, her eyes full of desire, as I scoot us up the bed so my back now rests against the headboard. Straddling me and biting her lip, she starts moving her hips forwards and backwards over my hard length, the warmth and wetness of her pussy dripping onto me helps her to glide more easily, more excruciatingly, temptingly, driving me crazy with anticipation. With each pass, she finds her rhythm and sticks to it. If she keeps this up, I’ll be done before we even start.
“Damn,” I say, leaning forward and taking one nipple and then the other into my mouth.
“Can I see all of you, Ali?” I ask, and grin as I see her reach down to her wrist, remove the hair tie she keeps there, and gather up her long dark hair. She scoops it up off her neck never breaking eye contact with me. She sweeps it away from where it was hiding her beautiful face and ties the band around the ponytail, securing it in place.
“Ali,” I gulp at the gesture, knowing how hard that must have been for her, to give me that. “I love seeing all of you, especially your beautiful face. Thank you.” I wrap my hands around her waist, and nuzzle my face into my favourite spot on her neck. “You’re incredible, so damn brave,” I whisper, before facing her again, My eyes roam her delicate features, smiling at how pretty she is like this. Leaning in close, I place soft kisses on each of her eyelids as they flutter closed at my words, then do the same to her nose, cheeks, and mouth. “I’ll never take these gifts you give me for granted,” I tell her, because she deserves me at my weakest and most vulnerable as well as at my strongest.
“Now, let me in, baby. You’re killing me here.”
And she does.
Lifting herself up, she grips my cock to position me at her opening, and it takes all my might not to come right then and there.
“Sit on me, Shadow. Cover me,” I say. She moans as she slowly sinks down on my cock, taking every single inch of me into her body.
“Fuck me, you’re so goddamn tight. It’s like a vice grip.”
“Yes,” she says, starting to move, then stopping. “I love you, Slater,” Ali says, as I look into her eyes.
“And I’m such a lucky bastard,” I tell her, before I grab her ass cheeks and start moving her up and down on my shaft. Wrapping her hands around my neck, Ali claws at my shoulders and takes over, grinding her pussy against my cock, forwards and back, back and forth, up and down. She’s milking me, fucking me like she owns me, and she does. I’ve never felt this for a woman before, this deep-seated connection. I know without hesitation that she’s it for me. I will spend the rest of my life making her happy.
Unable to take it anymore, needing to come inside her, I take back over. Lifting my hips up off the bed, I start rocking into her, pistoning myself, pushing my cock in deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“Don’t stop. Right there, right there!” Ali calls out, and it spurs me on. I move in and out at an unrelenting pace. Sweat coats my chest and forehead as I give my girl what she wants and needs with each determined movement. “I’m so close…Oh my god, Slater!”
“Me too, baby…you make my cock ache, fuuuckk,” I say, as Ali’s nipples once again graze across my chest and send me barreling off the cliff. Gripping her ass tight, I thrust myself into her tight pussy, once, twice, three times, before she cries out and we come together with moans of pleasure as I explode inside of her.
“That was incredible,” she says, looking into my eyes. A satisfied smile is etched on her face, and I kiss her. Never has she looked more perfect.
“Shit, we didn’t use a condom!” My voice is a little panicked at the sudden realization, worried she might freak out.
“I’m on the Depo shot. We’re covered, and I’ve never not used one before.”
“Me too. I’ve never gone without one before either,” I tell her. Not that the idea of her being pregnant with my child doesn’t make my chest swell, because it does. One day. For now, though, I need so much more time with her—just her and me—first.
“Me either,” she says shyly. “Good talk.” She taps my chest before resting her head back on my shoulder, and pants contentedly, still working to come down from her orgasm.
She’s too damn sweet.
Once our breathing evens out, I manage to shift us, laying us down so her head rests on my chest, and my arms are wrapped around her, rubbing her back.
“You’re what’s incredible, by the way,” she says. “Thank you for making me feel s—”
I cut her off.
“I’m the one who’s thankful, Ali. Thank you for being so strong and for fighting, for leaving the shadows and giving me your light.”
Instead of saying anything, Ali nods her head, and I feel a couple of telltale tears falling onto my chest.
“I love you, baby,” I say. “Rest.”
We stay like that for hours, me rubbing her back and listening to her breathing as she sleeps. When I’m on the cusp of chasing my own dreams, I hear her whisper, “Thank you for being my light.” She places a soft kiss over my heart before falling back to sleep.