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Authors: Anie Michaels
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war on the inside and no one would ever be the wiser.
“I think you’re doing a fantastic job, Ella. I can’t imagine the stress you’re under, but you have to understand that you are safe. I will never let anything happen to you. What else can I do to make you feel more secure? We can leave. We can up and move to another state, another country even. Anything, if it makes you feel safer.” I felt her head shake in my hands, her no immediate and forceful.
“I won’t let him run me away from my home or my family.”
And that’s how I knew, in the end, Ella would always be stronger than anything she battled against in her mind. She was a warrior, fierce and brave. She just never gave herself enough credit.
“And I won’t let you put yourself through anymore torture. You need to talk to me more, talk to somebody, when you’re feeling this way. Talking helps, yes?” She nodded. I kissed her forehead. “Good. Promise me.”
“I promise to talk to someone when I’m feeling anxious,” she said, humoring me.
I pressed a soft kiss against her lips, silently thanking her for appeasing me.
“Are you ready to go see my mom, or would you like to sleep a little more?” My hand wandered down and my finger feathered across her soft stomach, something I did now without even thinking about it.
“We might as well go now. I don’t think I could get back to sleep if I tried.”
“Will you shower with me?” I asked, my hand moving from her belly, over her waist, coming to rest on the swell of her ass. I was instantly glad she only wore a tee shirt and panties to bed as my hand had free reign over her smooth skin. I tugged her towards me, her hips fitting perfectly against mine, relishing in the way her eyes widened and mouth parted with a small gasp.
“Something tells me showering isn’t the only thing you have in mind,” her voice thick and low.
“I just want to make you feel better,” I replied, dragging my lips across hers, purposefully teasing.
“You’re on the right track.”
“Mmm . . .” I gave in and took her mouth fully against mine. She had the most perfect lips: full, thick, and pink. They always molded perfectly to mine and that always reminded me that she was, undoubtedly, made for me. My lips parted hers and her tongue fluttered out, mingling with mine. I couldn’t help the groan that found its way out of me and loved the whimper she met it with. The sounds she made when we were connected were, without a doubt, the sexiest sounds I had ever heard. Hearing her moan sent more hot blood through my veins, concentrating in my dick. I pulled back and she let out a startled complaint. “We need to get in the shower now, or it will take us an hour to make it there.”
She pushed my shoulders down so I was lying flat on my back and crawled over me. She came to straddle my hips, her sex lining up perfectly with my erection, only two thin layers of cotton separated her heat from mine. Her hair came to rest around her shoulders, her blue eyes bright with arousal, and her hands splayed out around my ribs. I froze watching her, taking in her beauty, struck motionless by the love I felt for her.
Then, much to my pleasure, she ground her hips down on me. My eyes closed, my head fell back against the pillow, and I think I growled. Some animalistic sound came from me and she answered with a low moan. She alternated between rocking back and forth and moving her hips in tight little circles over my dick. It was the most wonderful form of torture. Suddenly, though, the wonderful, soft heat was gone and so was she.
I opened my eyes just in time to see her pulling her tee shirt over her head as she went into the bathroom, left only in her panties. She turned her gorgeous face over her shoulder and gave me the smile that would always and forever make my heart stop.
“Coming?” She asked sweetly.
Her eyes widened as I climbed out of the bed and stalked towards her. “Most definitely. And so are you.”
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“I think you’re doing a fantastic job, Ella. I can’t imagine the stress you’re under, but you have to understand that you are safe. I will never let anything happen to you. What else can I do to make you feel more secure? We can leave. We can up and move to another state, another country even. Anything, if it makes you feel safer.” I felt her head shake in my hands, her no immediate and forceful.
“I won’t let him run me away from my home or my family.”
And that’s how I knew, in the end, Ella would always be stronger than anything she battled against in her mind. She was a warrior, fierce and brave. She just never gave herself enough credit.
“And I won’t let you put yourself through anymore torture. You need to talk to me more, talk to somebody, when you’re feeling this way. Talking helps, yes?” She nodded. I kissed her forehead. “Good. Promise me.”
“I promise to talk to someone when I’m feeling anxious,” she said, humoring me.
I pressed a soft kiss against her lips, silently thanking her for appeasing me.
“Are you ready to go see my mom, or would you like to sleep a little more?” My hand wandered down and my finger feathered across her soft stomach, something I did now without even thinking about it.
“We might as well go now. I don’t think I could get back to sleep if I tried.”
“Will you shower with me?” I asked, my hand moving from her belly, over her waist, coming to rest on the swell of her ass. I was instantly glad she only wore a tee shirt and panties to bed as my hand had free reign over her smooth skin. I tugged her towards me, her hips fitting perfectly against mine, relishing in the way her eyes widened and mouth parted with a small gasp.
“Something tells me showering isn’t the only thing you have in mind,” her voice thick and low.
“I just want to make you feel better,” I replied, dragging my lips across hers, purposefully teasing.
“You’re on the right track.”
“Mmm . . .” I gave in and took her mouth fully against mine. She had the most perfect lips: full, thick, and pink. They always molded perfectly to mine and that always reminded me that she was, undoubtedly, made for me. My lips parted hers and her tongue fluttered out, mingling with mine. I couldn’t help the groan that found its way out of me and loved the whimper she met it with. The sounds she made when we were connected were, without a doubt, the sexiest sounds I had ever heard. Hearing her moan sent more hot blood through my veins, concentrating in my dick. I pulled back and she let out a startled complaint. “We need to get in the shower now, or it will take us an hour to make it there.”
She pushed my shoulders down so I was lying flat on my back and crawled over me. She came to straddle my hips, her sex lining up perfectly with my erection, only two thin layers of cotton separated her heat from mine. Her hair came to rest around her shoulders, her blue eyes bright with arousal, and her hands splayed out around my ribs. I froze watching her, taking in her beauty, struck motionless by the love I felt for her.
Then, much to my pleasure, she ground her hips down on me. My eyes closed, my head fell back against the pillow, and I think I growled. Some animalistic sound came from me and she answered with a low moan. She alternated between rocking back and forth and moving her hips in tight little circles over my dick. It was the most wonderful form of torture. Suddenly, though, the wonderful, soft heat was gone and so was she.
I opened my eyes just in time to see her pulling her tee shirt over her head as she went into the bathroom, left only in her panties. She turned her gorgeous face over her shoulder and gave me the smile that would always and forever make my heart stop.
“Coming?” She asked sweetly.
Her eyes widened as I climbed out of the bed and stalked towards her. “Most definitely. And so are you.”
We
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