Fantasy (request smut/fluff Book)

You Deserve It: Part 1

I have anxiety when it comes to gentleness.... Pain Im used to, and sometimes its even soothing, but someone being gentle frightens me for some reason. I think its because Ive been treated so badly.

That's why when my man decided it was time for me to experience how a woman was suppose to be treated, I was a little edgy. It got better.... So much better..

Lemme tell you about it

We were laying in his bed, his head on my chest. His snores filled the room, and his chest moved with his even breaths. I couldn't help but smile down at him.

Suddenly, I felt his lips brush against my collarbone ever so slightly.

At first I thought it was an accident, but another light kiss was pressed an inch above the last. His lips made a trail up my neck while one hand's fingers laced in my hair, gently pulling my head to the side.

A small moan escaped my lips as his made it to my ear,nibbling and tugging on the skin. I bit my lip to keep myself quiet before asking the question on my mind.

"What are you doing, babe? Why are you being so gentle?"

He sat up and looked me in the eye, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek.

"Because you deserve it. Every woman does."

Leaning back down, he slid one hand behind my lower back to hold me up against him and placed the other back in my hair.

His kisses turned into gentle love bites, easing the anxiety fueled tension in my body, and made their way back down to my collarbone.

Pulling off my shirt, his teeth gently scraped the skin of my breast as he tugged at my bra. Behind me, skillful fingers unhooked the undergarment and tossed it aside. Unfazed by the motion, his lips found their way to a puckered nipple, suckling and tugging between sharp edged teeth.

A moan built in my throat, and I bit my lip to hold it back.

A hand slithered from my hair to play with my other breast. He squeezed roughly, but so slow it was considered gentle.

The moan escaped and he chuckled.

The teasing hand at my breast traced lines around the mountain of flesh before trailing down to my jeans.

Gentle fingers rubbed circles into my core, pleasure radiating up into my abdomen. Small moans rise into my throat, but I swallow them back.

He growls his disappointment and digs his fingers into my clit roughly, making my sounds of pleasure escape past my lips.

He tugs my jeans off and kisses my stomach. His lips leave a warm, teasing trail along my waistline, brushing the top of my underwear.

"Wait."

He looks up and stares at me curiously.

"I-I-I Dont want you to."

A hand runs up my leg slowly and runs circles into my hips with a thumb.

"You don't wanna make me punish you in the middle of a reward, do you?"

I shake my head.

"No, but - "

"Kitten," he growled in warning.

I sighed and ran my fingers through his hair, resting it on his shoulder.

"Okay."

After tugging off my underwear, I watched the muscles in his shoulders flex as he readjusted, spreading and lifting my legs to his shoulders.

Warm lips pressed against my lower ones in a gentle kiss..... Suddenly, he flicked out his tongue against my clit, causing me to arc and moan.

I laced my fingers through his hair and tugged as he used my core as his personal playground. Pleasure built and soft moans left my lips one after the other.

Stopping just short of my orgasm, he replaced his tongue with two long calloused fingers, pumping slowly.

Lost in pleasure, I barely noticed when he slipped on a condom and lined up with my entrance.

All I could do was nod and cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist.

A thick intrusion stretched me and sent me into waves of pleasurable pain. Sly, he began to thrust. A light pleasure filled me as he moved, the friction sweet.

But not sweet enough.

"Faster... Please."

Picking up the pace ever so slightly as to not be too rough, the friction increased the pleasure.

Pleased pants filled the room as he trudged on. Deeper he thrust, keeping is moderate pace. Soon enough, I reached my limit.

"Fuck!" I cried as I came all over him.

A few more thrusts and warmth filled the condom. He pulled out. And sat, his back against the wall, one hand on my thigh.

We continued to pant until I decided I needed something. I crawled in his lap,curled up, and fell asleep with him running his fingers through my hair.