I wasn't sure what to expect when she looked down my body, but her dropping to her knees like a fucking goddess wasn't it.
Her auburn hair flowed down in waves on her back, and her hazel eyes filled with lust. All I could do in that moment was stare at her with admiration, shock, and desire. This is my fucking fantasy made into real life. She grabbed my waistband, undid the button and unzipped my fly.
Working meticulously on getting my pants down, I smirked at her efforts. She didn't look up at me to gage my reaction to her seductive display, and I wasn't sure if it was from utter concentration or shyness.
Once my pants were out of the way, that anxious feeling took over. My dick was hard as a rock in anticipation of what was to come, tenting my boxers that she'd failed to take down along with my pants, but that itching need to take cover was over-powering.
I clenched and unclenched my hands as I looked down at her, sitting back on her heels.
"If you want me to stop, I'll stop," she offered as she ran her hands up and down my calves. "But I want you to know that I've been thinking about this all day." She diverted her eyes to my cock, which was level with her face.
Just that sight alone had me wanting to pull my dick free and slam it down her throat. A type of violence I'd never display with her, but being as worked-up as I was, it would be impossible for me to stop.
I knew what she was doing, this display of power. She was taking control, and a part of me loved it. I'd never had someone take the reins. I'd never wanted someone to take it. But with Emma sitting right there, the image I'd had so many times while jacking off, I wasn't sure I could make her get up.
"And what are you planning on doing, princess?"
She smirked at me as she sat up from her heels and lifted her hands to grab onto the band of my boxers. We gazed at each other as seconds passed, and I could feel the sweat forming on my skin. I expected her to take them off, but she didn't. She waited, gauging my reaction. It was almost too much. She knew this would be hard for me, and yet she was trying to get me to break from my shell.
Did I want to break from my shell? Did I want to expose myself? She was eye level with my scars, the demon I held inside. She’d see my mutilated flesh up close, and realized just how fucked-up I truly was. I wouldn’t be surprised if she ran away in disgust.
Keeping eye contact, I nodded to her as a way of giving her permission to expose my flesh.
As she pulled them down, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. I waited for her to gasp or scream at the sight. Something.
What I wasn't expecting was to feel her warm lips on my skin as she grabbed onto my cock.
I inhaled deeply and looked down at her, taking a small step back. My instinct was to push her away. I could feel the rage trying to build up. So many thoughts were going through my head at the sight of her gazing up at me after kissing one of my scars.
Who the hell does she think she is?
Does she think she can heal me?
She'll poison herself being so close to the one place I release my tainted blood.
So many thoughts, but I did nothing. I stood there and waited for her next move. She looked up at me, pleading with her eyes. I could tell she was nervous. She didn't know what to expect from me, and that was good. She needed to be wary, because I didn't know what to expect from myself, either.
I lifted a hand and ran my fingers down her cheek. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
She leaned into my palm, but I dropped it as I waited for her reply. I wanted to see how confident she really was. This was her game.
The hand wrapped around my cock started to move, and I smiled down at her.
"Yes, I know what I'm doing. The question is, do you?"
She leaned into me, keeping eye contact, and pressed her warm lips to my scars once again.
I stared at her skin connecting with mine and furrowed my brow. My hand lifted and went directly to her hair, bunching it into my fist.
"Careful, princess. All the kisses in the world couldn't take away the evil that mars my skin."
"No," she stated, keeping her eyes on mine. "But I can still try."
I looked down at her as she moved her hand up and down my cock, taking her time kissing my scars. I kept my hand tangled in her hair and clenched my teeth with every scar those beautiful lips kissed. I knew she felt like she needed to do this, to show me she accepted my scars, but the fact was nothing would help. I appreciated her attempt, but signs of affection wouldn't overshadow what I'd done. They would always be reminders of my past.
"Do you still want me to use you?" I asked, pulling her away from my skin.
She stopped kissing to look up at me with a puzzled expression, but nodded slowly.
"Keep your eyes on mine," I commanded. I grabbed her hand that was wrapped around my cock and removed it. "Now, open that pretty mouth of yours."