03-05-2017, 01:22 PM
God, that’s a good answer. Show me something new. And I’m happy to oblige, taking the time to thoroughly explore her, touching her not just with cool iron fingers, but adding warm tongues to the mix, letting them lave over the salty sweetness of her skin. I’ve got all the time in the world, and she’s got so very much still to learn.
So I teach her. Sorry, that’s as much detail as I’m going into this time around. Like I said, this is for her, and nobody else. And afterward, when she’s utterly exhausted and deliciously sated and we’re both still breathing hard and coming down from the high, I just hold her close, gently stroking her hair, the skin of her neck, the line of her jaw.
“God, you’re exquisite, you know that, Lacey?” I murmur, breathing her in. “I could touch you for days and still want more. I’m sorry I fucked things up so bad for you, baby. I didn’t know…” How it can be between two people, what it looks like when touching someone is more than a selfish act or a fucking weapon. How to give a fuck about the other person’s well-being instead of just dragging them into the dark, revelling in the blood, in the glorious melding of pain and pleasure until it’s all that exists in the whole world, if only for a little while.
Well. That part can still be damn good too.
Fuck, I miss Ty.
Sighing, I press my lips to Lacey’s lovely neck. “I didn’t know it could be different. And when I learned...I don’t know, baby, I felt like a real bastard for how I left things with you. For how I treated you. I’m sorry, Lacey. You deserved better. You deserve better. I hope you know that.”
So I teach her. Sorry, that’s as much detail as I’m going into this time around. Like I said, this is for her, and nobody else. And afterward, when she’s utterly exhausted and deliciously sated and we’re both still breathing hard and coming down from the high, I just hold her close, gently stroking her hair, the skin of her neck, the line of her jaw.
“God, you’re exquisite, you know that, Lacey?” I murmur, breathing her in. “I could touch you for days and still want more. I’m sorry I fucked things up so bad for you, baby. I didn’t know…” How it can be between two people, what it looks like when touching someone is more than a selfish act or a fucking weapon. How to give a fuck about the other person’s well-being instead of just dragging them into the dark, revelling in the blood, in the glorious melding of pain and pleasure until it’s all that exists in the whole world, if only for a little while.
Well. That part can still be damn good too.
Fuck, I miss Ty.
Sighing, I press my lips to Lacey’s lovely neck. “I didn’t know it could be different. And when I learned...I don’t know, baby, I felt like a real bastard for how I left things with you. For how I treated you. I’m sorry, Lacey. You deserved better. You deserve better. I hope you know that.”