Page 42 of Scarred King
He raises his head and laughs. “You have no idea what your body needs.” This time it’s he who shakes his head in disappointment. “The first orgasm will be followed by a stronger one.” He’s licking me between my thighs and I flinch again, uncomfortable. “Stop thinking and trust me,” he orders, and I realize I don’t really have a choice. His tongue slips inside me and his finger is rubbing my clit. I'm writhing with embarrassment and try to relax when suddenly my body understands that it must surrender. Hot flashes are gushing through me again and I feel this exciting tingling inside me. I stretch my arms up, shudders traveling down my back as he stands up and takes off his pants and underwear. “Where do you have condoms?” he asks eagerly and when I point to the dresser, he takes one out, rips the packet open and stretches it over his massive erection. “It will come now.” He pulls me into the middle of the mattress and lies on top of me.
“What?” I ask and peek at the door.
“Your first real orgasm,” he says passionately and thrusts inside me.
“Ohhhhh…” I hear the hoarse moan escaping my throat as he continues pushing in with his elbows placed on either side of my head. My body is still sore, but the intense pleasure I feel now overcomes the pain. I pull my braid back, moving it away from him and he drives his hips toward me again and again. I keep moaning quietly, and he starts moaning out loud. He lifts his hand from the mattress and starts to explore my body. Caressing my stomach, my hips, and moves upwards to my breasts, which he rubs in time with his thrusts. I shut my eyes tight, enjoying the scent of our desire and our bodily fluids mixing together. When my moans are rapid and my legs begin to shake, he turns onto his back and sits me on top of him. I feel him deep inside me. He puts a pillow under his head and draws me closer, sucking roughly on one nipple and pinching the other. My body is on fire. I feel as if he is carving himself onto me in every place his lips kiss me, or his fingers touch me. I grind my hips towards him. I raise my head, and when I see myself reflected in his green cat eyes, I find myself in a sensuous whirlwind. He smiles his winning smile and flips me back on my back. He is flushed and panting, his thrusting is fast and powerful. The tingling between my legs grows stronger and I’m moaning uncontrollably. Sparks spread through my veins and make my blood race. I reach a powerful climax, throwing my head back shouting as he withdraws and sits up on his knees.
“What are you doing?” I ask wearily.
He lifts my ass, slips his tongue between my legs and moans with pleasure. “Mmmm… you taste best just after you come.” He pushes himself up, grabs my ass hard and pushes back into me again and again. I feel his body trembling and see his face twisting as he strains to empty himself inside of me. Just after he cries out his face relaxes, he opens his eyes and smiles at me. I use all my remaining strength to smile back at him, calm and content.
He removes the condom, throws it in the trash and turns me to lie on my side. He asks me to move my braid and lies beside me.
“Are you free yet?” he asks in an amused tone and kisses the back of my neck.
“I don’t know,” I yawn as I try to analyze this new situation.
“I can try and set you free again,” he strokes my ass and I pull his hand away and place it on my stomach.
“Liam,” I whisper and yawn again, “do you think that you’re free of me now?”
“No.” he replies shortly and pulls himself away. “But we’ll have to continue our experiment another time. I have to get back to work.”
“Should I feel cheap, that you are leaving straight after we had sex for the first time?” I ask and run my eyes on his athletic body adoringly as he opens the door to the bathroom.
“Technically it’s the second time. And you can choose how you want to feel.” He winks at me and my heart clenches. “Or you can just accept the facts as they are. I really do need to get back to work. If I didn’t, I’d give you a few more orgasms tonight.”
His words comfort me, and I cover myself with a blanket. “Take care of Johanna there,” I murmur and close my eyes, enjoying the new, pleasant sensation. My brain was completely overtaken by my body and I experienced an hour of pure passion and unadulterated pleasure.
20
I open my eyes. The curtain is drawn, and I am not tired at all. I feel a pleasant pressure between my legs, and remember the hot passionate night that had enthralled me last night. So many emotional upheavals in one day…
Awaking from spending time with my wonderful and dreamy professor, great concern for my beloved friend, heartbreak and pain from someone I don’t even know if I like and then…a compensation in a form of an intense and meaningful physical experience.
I shower, go out to the living room in my bathrobe and scream. “You’re here!” I cry out surprised to Angelface. He is sitting in the old armchair looking all fresh and clean, immaculately shaven and wearing new clothes.
“How long can you sleep?” he asks jokingly. He puts his thick file down on the coffee table and folds his arms.
I pick up my cellphone, look at the time and feel sick. “It’s four p.m. already? I can't believe it. I wanted to go to the library and…”
“Come on, get dressed.” He cuts me off and stands up. “I’ll take you out to eat and then we’ll go to the bar.”
“Where’s Johanna?” I ask as I walk toward her bedroom.
“She’s not here,” he answers before I get a chance to peek inside. “She decided to call it a night with Tommy.”
“What?” I ask, panicked. “But you told me that you’d take care of her.”
“I didn’t say that.” He sits back down on the armchair. “You asked me to, but I didn’t answer.” He shrugs. “Stop treating her like a baby. She’s mature enough to take care of herself. And anyway, what’s wrong with Tommy?”
“I can't believe this…” I shake my head in frustration and walk towards my bedroom.
“Elena,” he calls after me, and I stop. “Just not jeans and a T-shirt,” he says in a scolding tone and I look at him in confusion. “Stop being ashamed of your femininity,” he explains seriously. I can’t think of a suitable answer, so I turn around and go into my room.
I rummage through my closet, but I don’t have many options. I’ve never put much time or thought into what I wear, and it doesn’t make sense for me to start now. Why is his request bothering me, anyway? I take out some loose jeans and a T-shirt and stand before the mirror. Well, maybe he’s right, after all. I look at my childish figure unhappily. I don’t really have to keep ignoring what nature gave me.
I go back and look through my closet again, changing into tight jeans and a white tank-top that emphasizes my curves. I twist my braid behind my neck and look in the mirror. Yes, now I’m looking at a woman.