E Red Sage
He climbed in the bed next to her. His fingers lightly brushed the scars in a knowing way. He had a few himself.
“Bullets,” her voice softly whispered.
It shocked him that she was awake and didn’t say anything when he crawled in with her. “I know.”
Her skin was soft. It felt great to touch someone again.
“You died.”
He wanted to chuckle or laugh at her obvious observation. “I’ve done that a few times.”
So many questions had to be running through her mind. The situation and the events that had placed her in his bed were outrageous and confusing. Still her blue eyes were clear and focused strangely on him.
Her eyes squinted together and she turned to look at him. “You threw me out a window.”
He smiled and couldn’t help as a little chuckle escaped. The only complaint she had was being thrown out of a window.
“Yes, I did.”
“You died.” She said again.
The corners of his mouth twisted upward again. “We covered this.”
Finally she smiled and her entire face lit up. “You look very spry for a dead man.”
He laughed. Of all the things she could’ve said that wasn’t what he was prepared for. “I am.”
The scars caught his eye again. His fingers felt around the rough bumpy edge then the pit in the center of the one just above the waist band of her jeans. Scars told you of a person. Their pain, their life, if you listened or looked close enough even their likes and dislikes. She wore hers like a badge of honor. They were more rough than smooth saying she hadn’t done anything to get rid of them or lessen them in some way.
Her hand traveled up the disfigured skin on his chest. She seemed content touching him the same knowing way he was her. Her fingers slid up over his neck and entwined in his hair. Their eyes met as she pulled him down to her. It was interesting the way people bonded. Some did it over wine and flowers, others over heated arguments about some issue that they’re passionate about. For them it was the scars.
Her lips were warm and full, an eternity of conclusions in one kiss. She slowly pulled on his body until it was over her like the blanket she had discarded. The tender caress of his back sent powerful waves through him. There was nothing she could’ve done to excite him more.
The one thing he did know was that she wasn’t anything he had expected. Her hands caressed his back not even hesitating at the rough scars. He never imagined a woman would be so accepting of the deformity. When she got to the ones on his lower back heated shivers ran through him making him visibly shudder under her touch. Careful of her busted shoulder his arm slid under her hips pushing her against him. Her back arched and her luscious breast pressed against his bare chest.
He liked the way she responded to him, as if she were ice and he was the sun. As he kissed her it was so soulful it felt like two souls touching. She opened to him and moaned as his tongue toyed with hers. She faintly tasted of cotton candy and cheap whiskey. Somewhere in the back of his mind he reminded himself to get this woman the good stuff later.
The kissing alone was a piece of heaven, but he wanted more. No he needed more, but wasn’t sure where to take the next step or even if it was ok. It had been such a long time that he wasn’t certain he remembered how. Part of him was overjoyed when she made the decision for him. Her smooth hands slid down his back into his jeans, nails digging lightly into his ass cheeks pushing him even harder against her. He could feel her heat even through the thick cloth as she pressed him against her. The fact that the desire between them was mutual made his dick so hard that the material of the jeans hurt.
With her hair spilled around her she looked like an angel. Her face was radiant as it filled with the ecstasy of just his touch. Even her body seemed to glow. He left a little delicate kiss on her lips then down her neck. Her body did a slow jerk as he left a lingering kiss on the scar on her shoulder.
If she could purr she would’ve been doing it just from that. His lips trailed down between her breast and his body slid down hers. He seemed to find every scar she had and kissed every one as if in some way he was showing acceptance of them. Her skin tingled when his fingers brushed down her sides following him till they found the snap to her jeans.
Maggie moaned as she tried to stay still, but with every kiss of his full lips her body rose to meet him. Never in her life had a man treated her so gently. It aggravated and thrilled her at the same time. When he got her jeans undone she raised her hips so that he could slide them off. He took her underwear with the jeans tossing them somewhere that she didn’t see. A silly little grin of approval showed on his face when she slid her bra off and flung it to the side. He continued with his gentle way as he crawled back up her.
She could feel herself getting wetter by the second. His mouth sent the butterflies in her stomach to her throat at the same time his mustache and goatee tickled her skin. He seemed to notice and rubbed his chin against her belly button again. The smile grew as he lightly tickled her. Being tickled never felt so much like a caress. She wanted to chuckle and moan in pleasure at the same time.
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