I See You (21 page)

“I
WANT THIS TO BE
all you, Nina,” he whispers, as his fingers softly trace along the edge of my jaw. “Take your clothes off for me.” His tone is laced in lust, the control cracking on delivery.

I want this so much, my body begging me for its moment. It needs the release, the tenderness I know Devon can give me. I’m falling in love with him. I’m not stupid enough to tell him that, but for the first time in over a year, I completely trust a man. I see the way he looks at me, the way his eyes soften every time they fall on me. I know how he feels for me, and because of that, he has given me something back that has been taken for so long. I want to step over into the next part of my life. I want to finally live and feel alive.

I slip the dress straps from my shoulders and let it pool to the floor in a puddle of fabric. My nipples are hard and tingling with anticipation. I’m nervous about him seeing me laid bare, all my scars angry and ugly, showing him how broken I am, and I wrap my arms around my torso to hide me . . .
to comfort me.

“You’re so beautiful.” The awe in his voice makes my heart beat a little quicker and my anxiousness dissolves a tiny bit.

He strips from his own pants and shorts, and I have to count in my head to stop myself from blurting out he’s too big and I’m scared.

He takes a few steps towards me, his hand reaching out and gliding over my skin so softly it’s like silk being draped over me. Pulling my arms away from my body, he inhales a breath, the tips of his fingers tracing the scars left permanently fused in my skin. “You’re like a piece of art, Nina. Colorful and vibrant. Each stroke of you tells a story.” His chest beats out of rhythm, his heavy pants in symmetry to my own. “I want to photograph you and keep you forever.”

I blush furiously at his idolization as he drops to his knees and directs my body to turn. My feet hesitantly obey, giving him the view of my back. Kisses akin to a feather being pulled over my flesh rain over my lower back, and his tongue swipes out to trace each mark, claiming them and changing what they mean. He finds me beautiful, despite the raised, broken flesh I always see as damage.

His mouth hovers over my backside, and when his tongue licks up the crease I jump in surprise. He chuckles, and it’s deep, reaching the ache in my core. “I want to taste every inch of you, claim your body, mind and soul as my own. I want to fuse your scent, touch, and flavor, your sound when you moan, into every sense I own. I want to devour you until all you know is how fucking perfect and special you are, how beautiful and worthy you are of affection, love and kindness. How indescribable your essence is.”

My body shakes from the emotions clogging up my heart and throat. His words are becoming too much to cope with, along with how vulnerable my body feels.

“Tell me what you want Nina. This is all you.”

“I want to feel beautiful again, I want you to see a desirable woman and not a victim who’s scared of what you’ll see when you look at me.”

His head shakes. “All I see is beauty and strength, and you’re sexy as hell in a way no one compares to. You’re everything any man could ever want when he sees the naked form of a woman.”

“I need you to take control, Devon. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to lie on the table. I want you to drop your thighs, and let me look at all of your beauty. Let me show you how to love you again, how to appreciate all that perfect you have going on, Nina, because to me, you’re so perfect. Can you do that?”

I nod and bite my lip, doing as he asks although every inch of me is trembling. His words give me the strength I need to get past this barrier. Keeping myself locked away and from feeling, loving, living isn’t a life. I bite my inner cheek so hard from my nerves that it tastes like I’m sucking on a battery when the blood fills my mouth and trickles down my throat.

“You’re breath taking. I want to love every part of you. Can I taste you?”

I only manage a small squeak in answer because his words are overwhelming me with emotion. He makes me feel like a rare diamond, beautiful, with my own sparkle. He leans forward, his hair tickling my inner thighs as he takes a deep inhale and I try to close my legs on instinct.

“You can deny me if you’re not ready, but if it’s just nerves and you want this, then let me show you how to feel good again,” he pleads. It’s like he knows me better than myself.

“I want this” I breathe.

“Lean up onto your elbows for me.” I swallow hard and rise up on my elbows, looking down at him through heavy lids. He is so handsome, his sculptured cheekbones and his strong jaw making me need him to touch me even more. “Use one hand to support yourself and the other to grip my hair. Direct me between your sweet thighs and show me what feels good. Use me to get off, Nina.”

I’m torn between crying and screaming out in bliss. I grasp a handful of his soft locks and pull him closer to me so his lips press against the pink flesh glistening with the arousal he has pulled from me. He opens his mouth and very slowly licks over me. My head drops back as ecstasy ripples through me and my hips push forwards for more pressure. I can’t help but tug him closer, and he laps at my opening, tasting all I have to offer as his tongue pushes inside me, swirling, prodding, and completely devouring me. I maneuver him up towards my throbbing clit and he takes the hint, twirling his tongue over the sensitive bud.

“Feel me against your perfect pink clit, Nina. Grind on me as hard as you need. Feel it building. It’s all you, baby.” His words are like an explosion of desire too hot to contain. I moan out, rotating my hips and riding his face while pushing him so hard against me it’s almost painful.

He grips me under the ass and lifts me further against him, worshipping me with his mouth. My stomach tightens, flooding with warmth when my inner walls throb and contract and I cry out my orgasm. My legs are weak and my whole body feels like molten lava melting into the table. He quickly swipes me up into his arms and carries me through to the lounge and over to the couch. He lies on his back with me laid out on top of him. “I want you to feel me fill you up, Nina. Ride me to make yourself come again. Use me. Let me feel you over me. I want you to take me. I’m yours, all of me.”

Guiding my body down over his hard cock, I inhale sharply at the sensation. It’s been so long, and the sensations of having a man inside me again are a little overwhelming. “Take your time, Nina,” Devon says as he stares up at me. The look of amazement, pleasure and need in his eyes causes me to shudder over him. Emotions encompass me and my body molds with his, our sweat and skin merging us as one entity. His hold on me is fierce and protective as he glides my hips up and down his length. Pleasure roars inside me and it takes me by surprise. I never imagined being this way with anyone after the rape. I didn’t think I could ever feel the overwhelming pleasure ricocheting through every nerve ending, coiling in my core and sparking quivers through my veins. Every upward thrust of his pelvis touches deeper inside me and I’m floating away on a consciousness of ecstasy.

I
’M INSIDE HER, FEELING THE
warmth of her inner walls clenching around my cock and soaking me in the release I caused her to have. Her scars scatter over her like a jigsaw puzzle dismantled and then put back together. She’s beautiful in her marred skin. No matter what he did to her, he can’t take that from her. Her soul is bright and glorious, causing her skin to almost glow from its intensity. Every strand of her hair falls like silk over her pale, creamy flesh. Her bright eyes dance with anticipation and nervous energy. Her dark rose budded nipples peak to perfection and her low breathy tone makes my dick twitch and rise to greet the plea in her voice.

Giving over control gave her a sense of power that Noah had once stripped her of; she rode my tongue with abandon and flooded my mouth, her amazing essence bursting on my tongue and lighting a fire so fierce I almost lost it before getting inside her.

Her scent as her body mists with a sheen of sweat entices me further. I can’t get deep enough inside the heat of her body; nothing will ever be enough when it comes to her. It’s a profound emotion after watching, waiting and yearning for her for so long, and now to have her in my arms, under my tongue and over my cock brings such an intense climax that my eyes close and my body tenses as I explode, filling her up as I roar out her name.

She cries out above me, my climax forcing another orgasm to drive pleasure through her. I want to give her more and more, give her nothing but bliss and heaven.

“Devon!” she shouts as her back arches and her tits thrust upwards. I can’t help but reach up and pinch her nipples, prolonging her orgasm as it floods over my balls and thighs. Her face is so stunning right at this moment that it causes my chest to stutter, my heart unable to cope with the rush of hormones that my body is frantically forcing through me.

“I’m here, Nina,” I cry with her, her pleasure making my own orgasm more intense. “I’m here.”

She gasps and drops forwards, her cheek settling on my chest as she fights for breath and composure. My arms instinctively surround her, her warmth and my heat merging together and refusing our drenched bodies any relief.

“Oh wow,” she whispers, and her body shudders with emotion at the same time, her hand tucking under her chin and on my chest. “Thank you.” A tear slips onto her cheek and the intensity in her eyes holds so much power over me that my own eyes mist over.

I tilt her chin back with my finger and study her face. “Are you okay?”

She blinks at me and for a moment I think she’s going to sob but she takes a deep breath and nods. “Okay? I’d say I’m utterly freaking fantastic.”

I sigh and kiss her nose, sliding my hand into hers. “Yes, you are. Although I would have said utterly
fucking
fantastic. My God, I’ve never . . .” I grimace, blushing at my own soppiness.

She grins. “Yeah, me too.” Snuggling into me, she yawns. “I’m exhausted.”

I nod, agreeing with her as her yawn triggers my own. Steve jumps onto the couch and spins round and round on Nina’s back. I can’t help but chuckle at him when he finally settles down.

A shiver races through me when my thoughts go to the cat who is buried under the pansies. It doesn’t make sense. The only reasoning is that Noah got the wrong cat. It had been the same grey and build as Steve, probably a litter of his knowing him, but luckily, it wasn’t Nina’s beloved feline.