I doubt she had a clue how sexy she looked, standing there in those black heels, buck naked, leaning against the bed. Her hair was mussed, a tangle of strands, pieces sticking up at all angles where she'd run her hands through her mane while I was between her legs. Her lipstick was smudged where I'd kissed it the hell off her.
This girl had roused every bit of protective instinct there was in me, had my blood pumping through my veins ready to take out the asshole who had beat her. And now, Christ, I just wanted to be inside her, more than anything. My cock throbbed to the point that I thought it was going to fucking explode.
At the same time, I didn't want to hurt her, this girl who had already been broken beyond belief but was still so strong. I felt like a schmuck, talking about all my shit when hers was horrific. And now, all I could think about was myself and how much I wanted to be inside her, when what I needed to do was to go slow, calm my shit down.
The problem was, I’d just had a taste of her, and I wanted more. That was the least of my problems. A bigger problem was that I knew myself, and I knew I wasn't about to casually fuck this girl. She was already under my skin, and I knew myself well enough to know that she was going to stick there.
And that meant a shitload of complications in my already too fucking complicated life.
"Hammer," Meia whispered, her hands already on my belt buckle, then unzipping my pants. She looked at me with wide eyes when she yanked my pants down. "Oh my God."
My cock was erect, pre-cum already on the tip. Shit, I was half-surprised I hadn't come while I was eating her out; that's how hot I was for her. "Are you sure you still want me?" I asked.
She nodded, her tongue tracing the length of her bottom lip. I wondered if she was doing it on purpose, the thing with her tongue that made me want to cover her mouth with mine, or if it was a nervous habit. I was reminded of the fact that I didn't know her, that all of this was happening too quickly, that I should be careful, that I didn't need to risk anything for some girl I'd just met. Some girl I knew nothing about.
And then she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, opening her mouth and touching her tongue tentatively to the tip, licking that drop of pre-cum that had beaded at the top. I groaned, far too loudly. It had been a long fucking time since I'd been with anyone. On her knees, Meia looked up at me, her eyes on mine as she ran her tongue from the base of my shaft to the tip.
"Holy shit, Meia," I said. Then I stopped, as the image of her being forced to do this ran through my head. I pulled her to her feet. I couldn't let her do this, on her knees with my cock in her mouth, like she was servicing me. Not like those other bastards. It wasn't right. "No."
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her voice shaky. "You didn't like it?"
"No," I said. How the fuck did I put this into words? "I don't-you don't need to do that. I don't -"
"You didn't like it."
"Jesus, no," I said. "Fuck."
She gripped the base of my cock again. "Your head was just between my legs, and you don't want mine between yours?"
"I don't want to -" Shit, no matter how I said this, it was going to sound fucking corny. I didn't want her thinking I was some kind of *. "I don't want to fucking use you. I'm not some shitbag. I want to -"
She smiled at me, her hand lightly stroking the length of my cock. "Hammer," she said. "I want to do this. For the first time in my life, I want to do this."
"Shit," I said. My cock throbbed as she moved her hand up and down my length, then stopped, massaging pre-cum into the tip with her finger. "Let's do this right, then."
It was torture, removing her hand from my dick, as I walked over to the table to grab a condom from my wallet. I tossed it on the bedside table, and took her face in my hands, kissing her again, softly this time.
"I don't want to hurt you," I said, between kisses. "If you don't feel comfortable..."
"I'm not fragile, Hammer," she whispered. "I might have been through hell, but I'm not fragile."
"You're definitely not fragile," I said, taking her breast in my mouth and watching her throw her head back, her hair falling down her shoulders. I could already see the difference in her, how she seemed to be feeling more at ease with me. "Come here."
I took her hand, pulling her onto the bed, and kissed her, dragging her down on top of me on the bed. Her hair fell forward around my face as she straddled me, her * an inch above my cock, resting on me.