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that the tears were ones of
healing and not of fear, because she continued, moving over my
breasts, kissing the nipples that he had cruelly twisted and
pulled. She made me beautiful again from the inside out.
    And when she was done, I
felt safe and loved, better able to deal with the trauma, if not to
forget. "Why won't you let me do that for you?" I asked her,
brushing her beautiful hair out of her face.
    "I'm just not ready, yet."
And because I finally understood a very small piece of what she had
gone through, I didn't argue. I just pulled her into my arms and
pressed my lips to hers, trying to give her some small measure of
the peace she'd given me.
    And then our kiss started
to shift and warm, and it wasn't the soft glow of healing but the
warmth of passion between us. I took what she was ready to give and
no more, wrapping my legs up with hers and holding her close,
keeping my hands on her upper body. My lips moved over hers,
professing my feelings better than I knew how.
    The spark of desire was
slow to catch in my traumatized body, but when it did, it blazed
with something pure and bright. "You're amazing," I murmured. I
slid my hands up into her hair and sighed as she tipped her head
back, arching into the sensation. The shift exposed the white
column of her throat, so I placed kisses up and down the entire
expanse of flesh from her jaw to her collarbone and up again.
Shivers ran through her, feeding that place deep inside of
me.
    Her clothes began to feel
like a wall between us, and I sat up and stripped her slowly,
watching her face for signs of fear or hesitation, but she only
showed pleasure and desire. When the last bit of clothing was gone,
I pulled her back down with me, and she kissed me again, her tongue
darting into my mouth in a teasing dance of desire.
    "Will you taste me?" I
asked when we paused for air. She smiled, not hesitating for a
second, and moved downward. It eased something I hadn't realized
had been clenched inside me—some fear that she would balk despite
her words to the contrary—and when her tongue moved over my clit, I
felt her burn away the residual horror of his hands on
me.
    She licked gently at my
clit for a moment, and then shifted her attention downward, tasting
my arousal. I opened up for her, and she moved to slide her fingers
inside me, curling them slightly to make me moan for more. She
laughed at that, and I moaned again as the vibrations moved through
her lips to tease me.
    "You're beautiful," she
said, pausing just long enough to speak before returning her
diligent attention to my clit. She sucked it into her mouth and
fluttered her tongue over the hard peak, making me buck against her
and dig my fingers into the sheets. She pulled her lips away again.
"And I want to taste your orgasm," she said.
    I made her work for it,
holding back and clinging to the edge even as she pushed me further
and brought me to new heights of pleasure. When she finally won our
little tug of war, I threw my head back and screamed. The pleasure
that knifed through me when I finally went over the edge was so
sharp and bright that my vision went white as it crashed over me
and broke me into little bits.
    I was still whimpering
with the aftereffects of pleasure when Hannah came laughing back
into my arms and pressed her lips to mine. She tasted like me, and
I licked my cream off of her lips, dipping my tongue into her mouth
for more.
    "When you're ready, I'm
going to make you come twice that hard," I said when I paused for
air.
    Hannah shifted until she
lay on top of me, her warm wetness pressed hard against my thigh.
"In the meantime, we can still have plenty of fun," she said. She
turned to bite my neck as she ground against me, and I raised my
knee to bring my thigh into more solid contact. Her breath came
fast and high against my ear as she rode me, and I grabbed her
waist, digging my fingers in as I helped her toward
orgasm.
    I groaned as her breaths
turned into small pants of arousal as she ground