Tom scrubbed my Suave milk-and-honey shampoo in my hair, combing his fingers through each lock until the soap slipped off his hands. I dunked my head under the bubbly water and resurfaced to gasp for air for a few seconds. He grabbed the Caress Love Forever body gel, squeezed the bottle hard over my body until the hot pink liquid drizzled over my skin like raspberry ice cream sauce. He took the damp washcloth and dabbed the pink off my skin, his fingers teasing my shoulders sensually. He nuzzled my neck and whispered into my flesh, "Let me hold you, Emily. Please. Just let me keep you safe."
"Prove it to me then."
With his forearms, he drew me out of the tub and laid me on the plushy rug, drying me with the towel. Tom anointed my body with cherry-almond lotion, massaging first my calves then my thighs; fingers surreptitiously sneaking between them to play with the moist pubic curls. Suddenly he slipped his finger into my womanly center, rubbing my swollen clitoris as I let out a gasp, bucking up my hips so I could tear open his denim shirt. My hands caressed his whipped cream-white, flat yet nicely built chest in a gentle frenzy as I leaned into him, licking at his tiny nipple; my nose tickled by the small hairs around it.
He hauled me up from the rug then carried me to his bed where he placed me supinely, catching my wrists and pinning them above my head. His lips captured a tightened nipple on a breast then suckled me, not as a child, but as a man with insatiable appetites for passion. He went to the other breast, sucking the crinkled areola and my hand smoothed down his body, circling his stiff penis. I almost shoved it into the wet tunnel of my vagina when he released my hand off his member, shaking his head.
"Not until I do this," he muttered, groping at my thigh, wrapping it around his flank. His tongue flicked over the cleft of my femininity then impaled it between my folds, laving them. He spread my legs wider to shift his manhood into my body, already pumping hard and fast; his shaft brushing against my clitoris. Heat ripped violently through my womb as the edge of my orgasm crept over me; washing away the ugly feeling of my father's hands on me, and substituting with a passionate memory of pure love and desire. My vagina contracted about Tom's organ then I convulsed, my orgasm erupting white fluids over him.
YOU ARE READING
Our Wild Spirits
General FictionIf only I had another chance at life, thought insecure Emily when she seeks shelter in the arms of her gentle, ruggedly beautiful boyfriend Tom from the abusive clutches of her father after his sadistic beating. She finally finds the freedom she's b...
