Page 73 of Beautiful Trauma
“I went back to his bed to fuck, not to kiss.”
The plot thickened. “Those tend to go hand in hand, babe. Are you sure that’s all that happened?”
The tears poured down her cheeks as she looked at me. “I can’t. I don’t want that. Eli—” she started choking on her words.
“Easy,” I coaxed. “Just tell me when you’re ready.”
She nodded and took a few deep breaths to calm down enough to speak. “I promised Eli he’d be the only man I’d ever kiss again. It was when we first got together but, I just… I can’t.”
Tightening my hold around her, I whispered, “It’s okay. I’m sure Bill didn’t mean to upset you.” I thought back to the last few weeks, many of which we had been in a similar situation and realized we hadn’t kissed. Not on the mouth, anyway. This whole time I’ve been careful to follow her lead. “I’ve got you. Get some sleep.”
“It hurts so much.” Her voice shook.
“I know. But you’re gonna be okay, I promise.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I promise you, Cee, we’re gonna get you through this. I can’t bring him back, but I can help you find yourself again.” I did not know how to do it, but I was determined to make good on that promise.
Forty-Four
It was dark when I woke, and it took me a minute to process the situation. My dick was aching, and there was something rubbing along the exposed skin of my thigh.
Not something. Someone. Cee. And it wasn’t just a sleepy mistake. She had one naked leg draped over my thigh, and her wet pussy was rubbing back and forth. Jesus, take the wheel.
“Are you trying to fucking kill me in my sleep?” I asked in a low whisper. Immediately, I regretted my choice of words, but she didn’t seem to notice.
She was in the crook of my arm, her coconut-scented hair tickling my face as she writhed against me. I put my hand on her naked ass and pressed her into my leg, eliciting a deep moan from her. “You have to stay quiet, mia dea.”
I used my other hand to cup her breast under her t-shirt, running my thumb over her stiff nipple. I was going to hell for this, but what was I supposed to do? Stop her? When she was needy and making those soft, sexy sounds? Just not possible.
“You’re so fucking wet. Tell me what you need.”
Her hand stroked my cock over my shorts. “I need you to fuck me with this.”
“If I fuck you, sweetheart, that’s it. No more fucking around with other people until you’re better.”
She hesitated. “I’m not dating you.”
“I’m not dating you either. I’m just saying, you have limits and needs, and I know them. We can avoid what happened earlier if we keep this between the two of us.”
“Why would you do that for me?”
“Because I promised to help you.”
She nodded solemnly, burying her face in my chest. I tried to ignore the throb in my cock while I held her tight to my chest. I kissed the top of her head. “Let’s just sleep.”
She pinched my ass. “Let’s not.” Her hand was back on my dick.
“Face down on the pillow. Don’t make a sound,” I commanded.
Cee did as instructed. I slipped her shorts and underwear off her legs and removed mine as well. I grabbed a condom from the bag beside the bed and rolled it on. Running my hand up the inside of her thigh, I found her pussy wet and ready.
I sat on my knees and pulled her ass up my legs, exposing her to me and running my fingers up and down her slit a few times before pushing two fingers in. I leaned over her ass and guided my cock into her slowly. She moaned into the pillows.
I stopped and leaned close to her ear. “I said not a sound,” I growled.
She just nodded, and I pulled out slowly before slamming back in. Her fists clutched the sheets as I ran my knuckles down her bare back, admiring the way goosebumps followed. Fuck, her body did things to me.