Free Web NovelChapter 161: Tell Me Your Story (R-18)
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Gasping, Skyla arched her back at the languid movement of his tongue. His hand pressed her shoulder down, keeping her in position as he slid down slowly kissing her between her mounds, trailing down to her stomach and belly button.
The tip of his tongue danced at the edges of her naval as moisture pooled and drenched her panties. Embarrassed by her body’s reaction Skyla clenched her legs and squirmed uneasily underneath him. He continued to nip and tease her.
The sensations he was causing were too much for her non-experienced body.
"Don’t hide from me, Sky. Let me see all of your needs." He clamped her inner thigh and opened them before deftly settling between her legs.
His throbbing manhood grazed her sodden core and she yelped in a needy desperate moan. This was so sensual and so very different from when she touched herself.
Her core throbbed in constricting pain with a building need to release.
"Zyair!!!" She groaned on the precipice of pain and pleasure while he watched her with a satisfied smirk.
"My precious Lily, do you wish me to help you see stars?" Skyla didn’t know what stars he was promising all she wanted was a release. A release she had never experienced in such a long time.
Masterfully, he ground his covered stiff rod on her womanly folds hidden under her panties. His huge frame covered her fragile one like a soothing blanket as he rubbed and grounded himself against her.
Her hands thrashed under his strong grip and her head whipped left and right from the pleasure of his skilled body. She didn’t clearly remember his size but the way it poked and rubbed her, she knew it was huge.
"Cum for me, Sky," he whispered against her lips before covering them with his in a slow sensual kiss.
This was the last of her resolve as she exploded underneath him and that pent-up energy left her in a spurt. Her body limped underneath him and her thrashing stopped.
Zyair smiled, he could make her orgasm without even touching her tits or intimacy. She was a work of art, so easy to stimulate.
Every day he will take her a step further. Every day he will remove one piece of cloth and show her the sensual world of bodily pleasure.
"That’s my good girl, keep your eyes closed," he instructed. Skyla nodded and closed her eyes. Zyair removed the mask and placed it back on his face. His hands held her face as his thumbs stroked her eyelids and slowly opened them.
She was flustered and dazed, too drunk on the orgasm she had just hit with a tint of embarrassment. He chuckled.
"Did you enjoy it?"
She gulped, her throat parched as she willed her tongue to speak instead of stupidly gawking at his mischief-filled orbs.
"Y–yes," the words finally tumbled out of her throat.
"Good, because next time you will cum via my tongue," he seamlessly declared and Skyla hid her face in her hands blushing down to her core.
How could he just spring something like that on her? He picked her up and straightened. Sitting down with his back pressed against the sofa he settled her on his lap, right on top of his fully erect manhood. He hadn’t found his release.
She yelped as he ground himself against her again. Prying her hands open he held them in a firm grip but not the one which would hurt her.
She slowly opened her eyes and he was watching her with such love-filled eyes that she couldn’t help but swoon. Zyair placed both her hands on his sinewy chest and grabbed her hips.
Squeezing them he rolled his own underneath her so she could feel every inch of his erect length. Every move had her losing every self-restraint she possessed, to have her feeling buckets of pleasures he had promised her thousands of times.
"Ride me," he asked with zeal and she did with her ears burning and eyes boring into his lusty ones.
Skyla held his dress shirt, boldly she fumbled with the buttons and opened the third one. He sat so relaxed now, only rolling his hips from time to time so both of them could feel these throes of pleasures erupting between them.
When he didn’t stop, she opened another one and then the final one, slowly she peeled his shirt aside revealing his smooth torso to her greedy eyes. She slid it down his arms and he helped her take it off and place it aside.
Now he sat bare in front of her, what he had stopped showing nine years ago was revealed to her like it had been before. She was the last person to see him naked.
Her eyes dipped and she took in why he never posted topless selfies. Skyla remembered he had bruises on his body but she didn’t clearly remember there were so many of them.
From healed cuts to burn marks, his arms and chest were strewn with them.
Something broke inside her seeing this vulnerable side of him. Her hand reached out and tentatively touched a mark resting under his left nipple. It was a scar, a long one as if someone had cut him deeply. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
Her hand trembled, her heart hurt as if being jagged by several glass shards and her inside screamed in agony. The moisture collected in her anguished green orbs and slid out in the form of pearls, carrying the pain she experienced seeing his bruised body.
Who could be so cruel?
She didn’t have the strength to ask him or even raise her head to peek at him. The pain she will find there will break her more.
His artistic fingers reached out and quietly brushed away her tears.
"That’s why I didn’t want you to see. I knew it would make you sad and I don’t want you sad," holding her chin he slid it up slightly and their pained eyes met.
"Who did this?" She sniffled and asked with quivering lips. Her hand pressed on the scar. Zyair adjusted her so she was no longer straddling him but was lying in his lap with her head on his chest and her hand holding his arm tracing the burn marks on his right arm.
"It’s in the past and it’s not a pretty story." Zyair began to stroke her fiery hair and pressed his lips on her forehead so she would calm down.
Good thing he hadn’t revealed his face to her or she would have been horrified to see the scar there.
"I want to know," she defiantly said, this time she was not going to back down. She wanted to know everything about him as he did about her.
The good, the bad and the ugly.
Grabbing his hand she brought it to her lips and fervently kissed it before placing it on her cheek and speaking again.
"I want to hear your story, Zyair and then I will kiss every scar on your body. I can’t take away the evils that happened but I can ease the associated pain. So every time you think about them you will have a piece of me attached to you."
Zyair stared at the woman in his arms with so much reverence. She was strong so he decided to share his story with her.
