Brain
Harmony didn’t believe me when I told her we were a team, but she didn’t argue, either.
I’d have to see if I could get permission to take her through The Summerlands to Switzerland so she could withdraw the cash, and then come back the same way. Swiss banks let accounts sit idle for ten years before they try to find the owner and then turn the funds over to the government, though, so we had a few years before we’d have to make our move.
“Did running put any stress on your eyelids?” I asked. She’d had to hold off on activities that would raise her blood pressure or get her out of breath because of her eyelid surgery, and if they were fine from the run, I was going to get her horny as hell in the shower and then fuck her brains out.
I’d have to be careful, of course, let her be on top, but I was hoping all the fondling and holding and carrying of the past three weeks had gotten her used to my touch.
We joked and laughed on the way home, kept our conversation to lighter topics.
“Do you mind if I shower first?” she asked as we stepped into the bedroom and I pulled my shirt over my head.
“I was thinking we’d take one together, now that I can get your blood pressure up.”
Her facial expressions changed day by day, as she got used to the new tension on her eyebrows, and the way her eyes felt as her muscles moved. The look she gave me now was new, and it was a good thing I could smell her arousal or I’d have thought she was pissed at me for mentioning it.
I gave her a cocky grin and said, “C’mon, surely you won’t turn down an offer to wash your back?”
She was stiff, at first, but I kissed her neck, massaged her shoulders, and she relaxed into me. I massaged her breasts as she washed and conditioned her hair, teased her nipples a little without getting intense. I didn’t try to help with her hair, afraid I’d bring back bad memories, though as she finished, I held the handheld shower unit a few inches above her head, and moved it around as she worked the conditioner out.
I tried to keep my hands and mouth on her enough so she’d be so focused on my actions, she wouldn’t realize how careful I was being with her. Her scent told me I succeeded, and I had to tell my cock we’d pay attention to him later.
When we got out, she wrapped her hair in a towel, and I dried her body, then mine, and finally let my cock go fully hard. I knew she saw it, but she walked to a drawer for a t-shirt, anyway.
“No,” I told her, my voice soft.
She looked at me, prepared to argue, but I said, “I’m gonna sit on the sofa. I’d like you to come sit on my lap and kiss me.”
Now, there was fear layered over her arousal, and I walked to her, caressed her cheek with the backs of my fingers. “No pressure, nothing planned. Just some making out on the sofa and we’ll see where it goes. If we end up masturbating across the room from each other again, no biggie.”
* * * *
Harmony
I’d known we’d be back to this, once I healed.
And while I wanted him, I was also terrified I’d lose him when he got tired of treating me with kid gloves.
Pulling every ounce of courage I could muster, I told him, “Well, I can’t very well sit on your lap if you’re standing in here, can I?”
He chuckled, kissed my forehead, and walked his beautiful, muscled, naked ass into the living room.
Before I lost my nerve, I followed him in and straddled his legs as he sat. I leaned forward without sitting down, and kissed him. His lips parted for me, but he didn’t even try to pretend to submit to my kiss. He kept his hands down, didn’t touch me, but his lips were strong, his tongue invaded my mouth, and I pulled back, put my forehead to his, and said, “Damn, Brain.”
Now, his hands touched my arms — they didn’t grip, just touched, caressed. “You okay, Buttercup? What’s wrong?”
“Everything, and nothing. I’m sorry.”
“I know you’re aroused. Will you straddle my legs, have a seat, and trust me not to push too far?”
Yeah, I was horny, and didn’t want to be broken anymore. I nodded, and moved my knees to the sofa on either side of his legs, sat my bare bottom on his legs, my groin far from his, though I kind of wished I could tie him down and sit on him. The position wasn’t exactly awkward, but something wasn’t right about it, today. He looked at me a second and said, “Turn around, your back to me?”
I wasn’t sure about it, but this wasn’t working and I trusted Brain, so I turned, leaned against his chest, felt his hard cock between my bottom and his torso, and the fear left my body as I squirmed a little at the thoughts of all that hot, thick, goodness inside of me later. I relaxed into him as his arm wrapped around my waist. His lips kissed the spot where my shoulder met my neck, and a shiver traveled through my body and ended at my nipples and clit, as a long, low moan escaped my throat.
His hand moved up, caressed the base of my breast, fondled my nipple just enough to tease, all while his lips on my neck drove me crazy. My head lolled back, gave him more room, and his other hand stroked my arm, my side down to my hip. I froze as his hand headed towards my clit, but he said, “Trust me, Buttercup. Spread your legs a little more, give me access.”
His voice was dark, raw, and my legs spread wider. His fingers lifted away a few millimeters as they went over my clit, touched me again below, and teased my opening as his teeth nibbled my neck and made me moan again.
I remember his finger pinching my nipple, and the next thing I knew, I was horizontal on the sofa, on my side with a blanket around me, and Brain was kneeling beside me, calling me Buttercup and telling me to come back.
He was blurry at first, and as my eyes focused I could see his concern for me, and I closed my eyes, ashamed at how broken this proved me to be.
“I’m sorry,” I told him. “I didn’t know it was coming, couldn’t warn you to stop.”
“Don’t apologize. You shut down at the exact second I smelled your fear. Do you want something to drink?”
“No, I think I just need to be alone, please?”
He shook his head. “I’ll give you just about anything, but not that. Why don’t we watch a movie and let me give you a foot massage?”
Suddenly, I was so pissed at the Russians, at my psyche, and fucking
everything
, I just wanted to hit something. Instead, I grabbed his head, pulled him to me, and kissed him with everything I had.
He tried to pull away for a half second, and then relaxed and let me kiss him, let me hold his head in place and ravish his mouth.
When I pulled away it was to tell him, “On the floor, bucko. They aren’t taking anything else from me. I’m fucking you today, and you’ll just have to deal with it. Maybe next week you can fuck me, maybe next month. We’ll work towards it, but until we get there, you’ll deal with me on top.”
He gave me a sly grin and said, “Okay, Buttercup, we’ll do it your way now, but no promises about tomorrow. Actually, no promises about ten minutes from now.”
Serious, I told him, “And I can only be okay with that because I know you’ll back off if I freak.”
He caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers. “We’ll figure this out, okay? No pressure. I’m with you, we’re naked, it’s all good.”
My breath caught as he stretched out on the floor, palming his cock, then stroking it, working it back up for me.
I stood, let the blanket fall to the sofa, and walked to him, standing over him. “I think maybe I want to sit on your face, first. You good with that?”
He gave me a roguish grin and said, “I can make my tongue longer and narrower, lick deep inside you, if I want.”
He gave a deep, guttural groan as I felt blood surge into my clit, and I straddled his face, sat carefully, and then let him pleasure me until I was ready for his cock.
God
, the man had a magical tongue, and he knew how to use it.
I didn’t let myself come, though. Not on his tongue… I wanted his cock in me before I orgasmed, so when I was close, I rose, scooted back, and sat on his granite-hard, heated cock. My hands braced on his chest, my gaze locked with his, and we both groaned as my weight pressed me down on him until he filled me, stretched me.
* * * *
Brain
I’d hoped to create as many happy, orgasmic memories as possible with her, and while this wasn’t what I’d planned, it was better than the catatonic woman I’d faced for nearly ten minutes until she came back to me. The very fact she’d climbed right back on the horse, so to speak, spoke volumes about her strength.
My wolf hadn’t agreed to this, but after seeing her unresponsive — her eyes open but not focused — he was willing to lie quietly and let our Buttercup have her way with us.
Now, as her sexy weight moved down my shaft, consumed me until nothing existed in the world but her, I wiggled my toes to try to remember to keep my hips still. She needed to be in control as she looked into my eyes, she needed to know I’d give her what she needed — even
this
.
She sat down on me and stopped though, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stay still. Giving her orders seemed risky, so I kept my voice gentle and quiet as I said, “Move, Buttercup. You wanted to fuck me, you have to move.”
“Now it’s your turn to trust me,” she said as she readjusted, held eye contact, and contracted her vaginal muscles around me. I watched her face in amazement as she literally milked my cock, her body shuddering as the contractions picked up speed until she wasn’t consciously doing it anymore, the orgasm had taken hold and Harmony shuddered and jerked over me, fully in the embrace of her climax, using my cock to get herself off, and it took every ounce of willpower I could find in my soul to remain still and give this to her.
The ring at her labia sparked the light, and I remembered what’d been done to her, the horror she’d lived through, and I forced my body to remain motionless on the floor.
When she finally started moving, I couldn’t remain passive another second. My hands landed on her hips, but I didn’t use them to move her — I merely let them go up and down as she rode me. A few minutes later I grit my teeth, kept my hands relaxed, and said, “Faster, Buttercup.”
“When you look at me like that, I want to do whatever you ask,” she said, breathless as she sped, her body moving up and down faster, her hands leaning harder on my chest.
When she came this time, I had to drive the wolf down, and used the last of my willpower to force my body to lie on the floor while she used me. Harmony finished in a blaze of emotions and smells, and fell forward on my chest, exhausted and gasping for air.
I held her with my arms loose, stroked her back with gentle touches. When she’d finally caught her breath, she said, “You didn’t… I can use my hands, to get you off?”
I shook my head. “I’ll sit across the room and masturbate for you again. I have to fuck something to get off, a simple hand job won’t do it, and I don’t want to do anything aggressive to you. Not after the beautiful orgasms you just had.”
“No, dammit!
I’m
going to get you off.”
Her eyes were fierce, and I believed her, understood it was important, so I said, “Okay. Why don’t you sit on my face again, let me drive you crazy, work you up again? Then, if you’ll trust me a little, we can try a few experiments, some live trials to see what works.”
She tasted so sweet this time, so fucking sexy, my wolf came to the surface and I let him, hoping he could help me figure out how to dominate her enough for me to get off without sending her conscious mind away again.
When her hips seemed to be grinding of their own accord, and her moans made my wolf want to lick her from head to toe, I lifted her and went to my knees, then stood as I settled her at my front so she could wrap her legs around my waist. I sat on the edge of the sofa, leaned back, and planted my feet so I could fuck her from here, when it was time.
“Lean down and kiss me,” I ordered, and she did without even thinking about it. I wanted to grip her nape, hold her still while I kissed her senseless, but knew it was out of the question. Instead, I touched her face with the weight of a feather, and she turned into my touch, let me move her with my intention instead of my brawn. I merely needed to indicate how I wanted her, and she followed.
The spiced, hot, cloves-cinnamon-ginger scent of her arousal spiked my own hunger, but I kept a savage hold on my lust, riding the line between keeping her aroused, satisfying my own needs, and making sure none of it was too much for her.
I wanted to suck her nipple into my mouth, but didn’t want to set off a bad memory, so instead I put my hands under her, lifted her onto my cock, and ordered, “Take me in, Harmony. Get used to me, let me know when you’re ready for more.”
She didn’t take her time, she put her hands on my chest again, balanced, and wedged her legs under mine to get enough leverage to force herself down fast. She gasped air in, let it out slow, and then pulled more in to say, “Damn, I love having you inside me.”
“And I love being in you. Lift up a few inches, give me some space?”
She rose until only my head was in, and I put my hands on her hips, tried to remember not to hold her tight, and pushed up, into her. I went slow the first dozen or so times, until the trepidation I smelled faded and there was only arousal. I gradually sped, until eventually I was slamming up and into her. I sat up a little straighter, to get a better angle, and she wrapped her arms around my neck again, holding on as I pounded her from below, and finally came inside her, thankful I’d been able to explain I couldn’t get diseases, and thus couldn’t infect her. She had an implant to keep her from getting pregnant, so we no longer had to deal with condoms.
I pumped harder as I came, took a risk and held her a little tighter, but she came with me, screamed through her release, and I let myself go for a half-dozen pumps before quickly releasing my grip on her hips, pulling her to me in an embrace so I could hold her as she came apart in my arms and make her feel safe, not trapped.
Neither of us spoke for several long moments. Harmony because she was out of breath, and me because I had nothing to say — I just wanted to sit here with her, hold her, and enjoy the moment.