Healed by his Touch 3
by
Rose Simons
WARNING:
This story contains graphic sexual content and extreme violence including forced consent, reluctant sex and extreme violence. All characters engaging in sex are 18+ Adults only.
Not for sensitive readers!
He led me into his bedroom, dust motes dancing in the spotlight of a sunbeam through the window. I pulled his t-shirt of over his head and allowed my fingers to waterfall down his chest, hooking my index finger inside the waistband of his jeans. He brushed my hair off of my shoulder, and soft as a feather began kissing the nape of my neck as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I shrugged the garment off and he ran a thumb over my nipple. It responded with an immediate ping that sent sparks to my groin and I buckled against him slightly. I yanked on the fly of his pants, needing to feel him, see his desire. His penis sprang forward; quivering, hard and smooth. I clasped its base, moving my fist rhythmically up and down, massaging my thumb over the rim of his helmet as I did so.
Chris groaned at the movements, I could feel his throbbing in my hands as his excitement grew. Automatically, my hips began to gyrate forward, the throbbing in my sex becoming an irresistible ache of passion. With a swift movement, Chris unzipped my skirt and shoved my moistened panties down to my ankles, guiding me down onto the bed he leaned back and nudged my knees apart, scanning up and down my naked body. His eyes half-hooded with lust, he seemed to drink in my form, compulsively licking his lips at the sight of my wet pussy, open and ready for him.
I raised my pelvis, inviting him. He rotated the head of his penis against my clitoris, the circular, erotic movements convulsing the muscles inside me. Pushing himself into my sodden hole with a groan, he slowly began gliding his shaft up and down, deep, deep inside. Rolling my nipple between his index finger and thumb, he kissed my mouth. Sucking and nibbling my lip as if trying to consume me in every possible way. His thrusting became more rapid, I could feel his dick hitting my g-spot with each pump, making me gasp and writhe as his pelvic bone stimulated my engorged clit.
Unable to stop the impending conclusion, I turned my head away from him as my back arched. I felt a hot spurt of his sperm as his cock jerked in me and that was when I exploded into the white heat of a shattering orgasm. My toes curled and my muscles stiffened as I cried out; each of the spasms from his climax causing my inner muscles to clamp around his twitching shaft.
As our pulsing ebbed and slowed into delicious, quivering aftershocks, he tipped to lay by my side, stroking my hair in breathless silence. I smiled at him, spent and contented.
“So is that a yes to a second date?” I asked him.
“It’s a triple yes.” He lifted my hand to kiss it.
“Only, there’s a hospital fundraiser on Friday night. It’s quite a formal event but they serve decent champagne and the food’s normally fantastic. Would you come with me? It’s just my ex-husband will be there, probably with Martina, and I could really use the moral support.”
Chris propped himself on one elbow as he considered. “I don’t normally attend posh, doctor’s fundraisers. Are you sure I won’t embarrass you?”
“I would be delighted to have you there and there’s nothing you can do that you would embarrass me with. Don’t let other’s intimidate you – money does not buy manners or politeness. That was proven when you met my ex-friend yesterday.”
“It’s not really somewhere I would feel comfortable.” Chris admitted. “But I will go for you. And to be with you.”
In the two days that had passed, Chris and I had been texting constantly and my feelings for him had developed into something I had never imagined I could feel again. I smoothed down the skirt on my sleek black dress and quickly checked my reflection again as the doorbell chimed. Excited, I rushed to open it and gasped at the handsome man stood in front of me.
His thick shock of hair was neatly combed backwards, enhancing his strong features and stunning eyes. He looked sophisticated and utterly gorgeous in a dark suit which sent butterflies racing round my belly. “You look absolutely beautiful.” Chris leaned in and lightly kissed me.
“Thank you. You look pretty good yourself.” I could not contain my smile when he offered me his arm as we left the house.
Thankfully, we were placed on a table far away from my past as we sat and ate. The food was, as expected, sumptuous and Chris charmed his way around the group sharing our table, completely holding his own despite the event being a million miles away from the type of night out he would normally attend.
The speeches were moving and the money raised phenomenal, but I realized the glow radiating off me was coming from the company I had, rather than the showy function I was at. The whole time, Chris was affectionate and sweet: holding my hand under the table, giving me sexy, knowing smiles when he caught my eye. As the band started up, he dragged me reluctantly to my feet and I surprised myself as I started swaying along to the music with him, throwing my head back in delight at the freedom of it all. Whenever Jason and I had previously gone to fundraisers like this, we had sat, having stiff and serious conversations with people. I thought it was grown up and intelligent of me. Now I see it was boring and pointless.
We danced until I became hot and thirsty. Chris left me sat at the table to get us a couple of drinks from the bar. I glanced around the room, throbbing with happiness until I saw Martina slinking towards me, hands over her neat baby bump - and my good mood nose dived.
“So. I see you’ve bought your common bit of stuff along for the festivities. He’s a bit out of his depth here, isn’t he?” She hissed nastily.
I opened my mouth ready to unleash the anger that had been simmering inside me for months but was horrified to discover that the words would not come out and that familiar upset formed a hard lump in my throat. I needed to leave, to escape, so I pushed out my chair and practically ran at the exit of the venue. I heard Martina cackle to some of the woman she was stood with – women who also used to be my friends, and my humiliation deepened as I reached the door.
A strong hand grabbed a hold of my wrist to stop me leaving and twisted me round. I met Chris’ worried expression with my frightened eyes.
“Where are you going, Rachel? Not running out on me again are you?”
My eyes swam with yet more tears as my panic started to subside under Chris’ calming touch and I inhaled sharply trying to pull my thoughts together.
“I heard how she spoke to you, what she said.” He said kindly. “It’s up to you but I don’t think you should run away. I don’t think you should let them win.” He cupped the side of my face tenderly. “You are a better person than all of them put together. You have nothing to be scared of. Go and tell them what you think of them, hold your head up high and then I’ll take you home.”
His gaze was steady, reassuring. I looked back at the sniggering gaggle of women, gossiping like teenagers in a close circle. Their husbands sat at the nearby table and I caught sight of Jason, who looked as fed up and miserable as the rest of the grey faced men around him. A smirk played at the edge of my mouth at the scene. “Go get ‘em, tiger.” Chris winked at me. “I’ll be here for you.”
Buoyed on by his unwavering support, I sucked air into my lungs, inhaling it slowly as I made my way towards the circle of witches.
Tapping Martina on the shoulder, I kept my voice low and calm as I began to talk:
“I feel sorry for you. You will never be happy, Martina. You have been jealous of me since we were teenagers together, you wanted my life and you got it. But you’re still not happy are you? That’s because you’re a bitter, poisonous bitch.” I knew I was hitting some home truths; Martina looked as though my words had punched a hole into her core.
“I just wanted to thank you, anyway.” I continued. “You’ve saved me from a shallow life of boredom and dullness. You are welcome to him,” I pointed at a surprised – and if I’m honest, slightly impressed looking Jason, “and your life of mistrust and disappointment. Thank you for helping me to change mine for the better.” With that, I span on my heel and left the rest of the room gaping, wide jawed as I left.
Chris picked me up and span me round once we’d got outside.
“You were brilliant.” He praised. “I wished I’d had recorded the look on their faces – priceless. How do you feel?”
I accessed for a moment: “Relived. Pumped up! Glad I did it. Thank you for being there for me.”
“Always. Now, you want to go and celebrate?”
“You know what I want to do?” I did not bother hiding the thick lust in my tone. “I want to go to your place.”
We were barely through the door before we started tearing at each other’s clothes, throwing them on the floor as we made our way to his bedroom. We collapsed onto the bed, a frenzy of kissing and stroking. My hands were everywhere; I was half wild with desire as he started to kiss and lick my flesh, down to the soft mound of my breasts. Firm tongue over my achingly hard nipples, then down, little nips on my navel making me moan. Turning me on so much my head was spinning. As he moved down my strip of public hair I pressed my lips together, trying to stop myself crying out.
He sucked on my clitoris and pushed two of his fingers inside me, pulsing them against my inner walls. I was dripping wet and he stroked them against the muscles, all my nerve endings alight with hot pleasure. I came quickly, convulsing onto his tongue. He moaned against my pussy, the vibration spiraling me into the most erotic orgasm I’d ever experienced. Still trembling, he slid his length into me and pushed hard. I could almost feel the head of his dick in my throat as he pumped. The embers of my last orgasm were being stoked into the fire of another. We were both panting, him grinding against me, grunting animalist, erotic noises. We fucked desperately, quickly – hard. Bodies slapping up against each other as I tried to get him in deeper.
“I’m going to come inside you.” He growled, beads of sweat forming on his brow. It sent me sailing over the edge. Wave after wave of astonishing force rolled me into my second, dizzying orgasm. Chris watched my face, my mouth open in a silent scream, as he spilled his come – a long moan expelling from his lips.
I trembled and shook beneath him as his penis gently quivered to a stop. We looked at each other, our hearts racing, for a long time. I took in every inch of his face; the shape of his mouth, the curve of his nose. I wanted to know every single part of him –inside and out.
He collapsed next to me and smothered my face in hundreds of delicate kisses before lying down and cradling me into the curve of his body.
I sparkled at the warmth and security of his hold, wriggling myself into him, burying my face into the nook of his shoulder and inhaling his scent. As I felt his body relax against me and his breathing steady, I had an astonishing thought. I had fallen in love, and this time I had got it right.
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He led me into his bedroom, dust motes dancing in the spotlight of a sunbeam through the window. I pulled his t-shirt of over his head and allowed my fingers to waterfall down his chest, hooking my index finger inside the waistband of his jeans. He brushed my hair off of my shoulder, and soft as a feather began kissing the nape of my neck as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I shrugged the garment off and he ran a thumb over my nipple. It responded with an immediate ping that sent sparks to my groin and I buckled against him slightly. I yanked on the fly of his pants, needing to feel him, see his desire. His penis sprang forward; quivering, hard and smooth. I clasped its base, moving my fist rhythmically up and down, massaging my thumb over the rim of his helmet as I did so.
Chris groaned at the movements, I could feel his throbbing in my hands as his excitement grew. Automatically, my hips began to gyrate forward, the throbbing in my sex becoming an irresistible ache of passion. With a swift movement, Chris unzipped my skirt and shoved my moistened panties down to my ankles, guiding me down onto the bed he leaned back and nudged my knees apart, scanning up and down my naked body. His eyes half-hooded with lust, he seemed to drink in my form, compulsively licking his lips at the sight of my wet pussy, open and ready for him.
I raised my pelvis, inviting him. He rotated the head of his penis against my clitoris, the circular, erotic movements convulsing the muscles inside me. Pushing himself into my sodden hole with a groan, he slowly began gliding his shaft up and down, deep, deep inside. Rolling my nipple between his index finger and thumb, he kissed my mouth. Sucking and nibbling my lip as if trying to consume me in every possible way. His thrusting became more rapid, I could feel his dick hitting my g-spot with each pump, making me gasp and writhe as his pelvic bone stimulated my engorged clit.
Unable to stop the impending conclusion, I turned my head away from him as my back arched. I felt a hot spurt of his sperm as his cock jerked in me and that was when I exploded into the white heat of a shattering orgasm. My toes curled and my muscles stiffened as I cried out; each of the spasms from his climax causing my inner muscles to clamp around his twitching shaft.
As our pulsing ebbed and slowed into delicious, quivering aftershocks, he tipped to lay by my side, stroking my hair in breathless silence. I smiled at him, spent and contented.
“So is that a yes to a second date?” I asked him.
“It’s a triple yes.” He lifted my hand to kiss it.
“Only, there’s a hospital fundraiser on Friday night. It’s quite a formal event but they serve decent champagne and the food’s normally fantastic. Would you come with me? It’s just my ex-husband will be there, probably with Martina, and I could really use the moral support.”
Chris propped himself on one elbow as he considered. “I don’t normally attend posh, doctor’s fundraisers. Are you sure I won’t embarrass you?”
“I would be delighted to have you there and there’s nothing you can do that you would embarrass me with. Don’t let other’s intimidate you – money does not buy manners or politeness. That was proven when you met my ex-friend yesterday.”
“It’s not really somewhere I would feel comfortable.” Chris admitted. “But I will go for you. And to be with you.”
In the two days that had passed, Chris and I had been texting constantly and my feelings for him had developed into something I had never imagined I could feel again. I smoothed down the skirt on my sleek black dress and quickly checked my reflection again as the doorbell chimed. Excited, I rushed to open it and gasped at the handsome man stood in front of me.
His thick shock of hair was neatly combed backwards, enhancing his strong features and stunning eyes. He looked sophisticated and utterly gorgeous in a dark suit which sent butterflies racing round my belly. “You look absolutely beautiful.” Chris leaned in and lightly kissed me.
“Thank you. You look pretty good yourself.” I could not contain my smile when he offered me his arm as we left the house.
Thankfully, we were placed on a table far away from my past as we sat and ate. The food was, as expected, sumptuous and Chris charmed his way around the group sharing our table, completely holding his own despite the event being a million miles away from the type of night out he would normally attend.
The speeches were moving and the money raised phenomenal, but I realized the glow radiating off me was coming from the company I had, rather than the showy function I was at. The whole time, Chris was affectionate and sweet: holding my hand under the table, giving me sexy, knowing smiles when he caught my eye. As the band started up, he dragged me reluctantly to my feet and I surprised myself as I started swaying along to the music with him, throwing my head back in delight at the freedom of it all. Whenever Jason and I had previously gone to fundraisers like this, we had sat, having stiff and serious conversations with people. I thought it was grown up and intelligent of me. Now I see it was boring and pointless.
We danced until I became hot and thirsty. Chris left me sat at the table to get us a couple of drinks from the bar. I glanced around the room, throbbing with happiness until I saw Martina slinking towards me, hands over her neat baby bump - and my good mood nose dived.
“So. I see you’ve bought your common bit of stuff along for the festivities. He’s a bit out of his depth here, isn’t he?” She hissed nastily.
I opened my mouth ready to unleash the anger that had been simmering inside me for months but was horrified to discover that the words would not come out and that familiar upset formed a hard lump in my throat. I needed to leave, to escape, so I pushed out my chair and practically ran at the exit of the venue. I heard Martina cackle to some of the woman she was stood with – women who also used to be my friends, and my humiliation deepened as I reached the door.
A strong hand grabbed a hold of my wrist to stop me leaving and twisted me round. I met Chris’ worried expression with my frightened eyes.
“Where are you going, Rachel? Not running out on me again are you?”
My eyes swam with yet more tears as my panic started to subside under Chris’ calming touch and I inhaled sharply trying to pull my thoughts together.
“I heard how she spoke to you, what she said.” He said kindly. “It’s up to you but I don’t think you should run away. I don’t think you should let them win.” He cupped the side of my face tenderly. “You are a better person than all of them put together. You have nothing to be scared of. Go and tell them what you think of them, hold your head up high and then I’ll take you home.”
His gaze was steady, reassuring. I looked back at the sniggering gaggle of women, gossiping like teenagers in a close circle. Their husbands sat at the nearby table and I caught sight of Jason, who looked as fed up and miserable as the rest of the grey faced men around him. A smirk played at the edge of my mouth at the scene. “Go get ‘em, tiger.” Chris winked at me. “I’ll be here for you.”
Buoyed on by his unwavering support, I sucked air into my lungs, inhaling it slowly as I made my way towards the circle of witches.
Tapping Martina on the shoulder, I kept my voice low and calm as I began to talk:
“I feel sorry for you. You will never be happy, Martina. You have been jealous of me since we were teenagers together, you wanted my life and you got it. But you’re still not happy are you? That’s because you’re a bitter, poisonous bitch.” I knew I was hitting some home truths; Martina looked as though my words had punched a hole into her core.
“I just wanted to thank you, anyway.” I continued. “You’ve saved me from a shallow life of boredom and dullness. You are welcome to him,” I pointed at a surprised – and if I’m honest, slightly impressed looking Jason, “and your life of mistrust and disappointment. Thank you for helping me to change mine for the better.” With that, I span on my heel and left the rest of the room gaping, wide jawed as I left.
Chris picked me up and span me round once we’d got outside.
“You were brilliant.” He praised. “I wished I’d had recorded the look on their faces – priceless. How do you feel?”
I accessed for a moment: “Relived. Pumped up! Glad I did it. Thank you for being there for me.”
“Always. Now, you want to go and celebrate?”
“You know what I want to do?” I did not bother hiding the thick lust in my tone. “I want to go to your place.”
We were barely through the door before we started tearing at each other’s clothes, throwing them on the floor as we made our way to his bedroom. We collapsed onto the bed, a frenzy of kissing and stroking. My hands were everywhere; I was half wild with desire as he started to kiss and lick my flesh, down to the soft mound of my breasts. Firm tongue over my achingly hard nipples, then down, little nips on my navel making me moan. Turning me on so much my head was spinning. As he moved down my strip of public hair I pressed my lips together, trying to stop myself crying out.
He sucked on my clitoris and pushed two of his fingers inside me, pulsing them against my inner walls. I was dripping wet and he stroked them against the muscles, all my nerve endings alight with hot pleasure. I came quickly, convulsing onto his tongue. He moaned against my pussy, the vibration spiraling me into the most erotic orgasm I’d ever experienced. Still trembling, he slid his length into me and pushed hard. I could almost feel the head of his dick in my throat as he pumped. The embers of my last orgasm were being stoked into the fire of another. We were both panting, him grinding against me, grunting animalist, erotic noises. We fucked desperately, quickly – hard. Bodies slapping up against each other as I tried to get him in deeper.
“I’m going to come inside you.” He growled, beads of sweat forming on his brow. It sent me sailing over the edge. Wave after wave of astonishing force rolled me into my second, dizzying orgasm. Chris watched my face, my mouth open in a silent scream, as he spilled his come – a long moan expelling from his lips.
I trembled and shook beneath him as his penis gently quivered to a stop. We looked at each other, our hearts racing, for a long time. I took in every inch of his face; the shape of his mouth, the curve of his nose. I wanted to know every single part of him –inside and out.
He collapsed next to me and smothered my face in hundreds of delicate kisses before lying down and cradling me into the curve of his body.
I sparkled at the warmth and security of his hold, wriggling myself into him, burying my face into the nook of his shoulder and inhaling his scent. As I felt his body relax against me and his breathing steady, I had an astonishing thought. I had fallen in love, and this time I had got it right.
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