Page 21 of Benedict’s Rejuvenation (Dark Patriots #5)

My statement about being commanding was true.

I needed to be in command most of the time.

However, it didn’t mean I ignored my partner’s wants or needs.

It concerned me that my attitude might be too much for her.

What concerned me even more was that I liked to play, and what I enjoyed might remind her of Vadzim.

The last thing in the world I wanted to do was make her think I was anything like him, or to recall him during sex with me.

The only similarity between me and that monster was that I liked to get kinky.

That could entail bondage, impact play, role-playing, and things of that nature.

They could easily seem like I was doing the same things he did.

However, in my case, she didn’t have to do any of it.

Kensy could stop it or ask to change to something different.

She wouldn’t be beaten, scarred, or in pain afterward with me.

Vadzim had taken what many people found pleasurable in the right circumstances and perverted it.

He made it ugly, dirty, and monstrous. That was never my goal when I played with a woman in the past. While I got off on that kind of playing, I could live without it if Kensy hated it or was too scared to try it with me.

I wanted her more than I liked the playing.

I knew I’d have to talk about it with her at some point, but not tonight.

It wasn’t the only thing I knew I needed to discuss.

I was taking it a step at a time. My fucked-up upbringing was hard to explain to someone who hadn’t lived it.

I’d never shared it with any woman. But with Kensy, I wanted her to know everything about me, even the appalling things, eventually.

As much as I hated to admit it, my past shaped me into the man I am.

But that revelation could wait as well. I wanted a drink when I told that story.

Right now, I wanted to feast my eyes and hands on the perfection that was Kensy.

I hadn’t forgotten a single thing from the last time I’d seen her entire body.

It was burned into my mind forever. While I’d gotten to feel a tiny bit of her skin, I wanted and hoped for much more tonight.

I figured it would be too much to hope that my mouth would be able to do more than kiss hers, but a guy can dream.

The lights were brighter, and she was next to the bed.

I knew she was nervous, so instead of diving right into stripping her, I kissed her.

Whenever we kissed, the two of us both got lost. I’d never had that happen when I put my lips to another woman’s mouth in the past. Again, it was the magic that was Kensy.

It made me more certain that she was the one woman for me.

We met in the worst circumstances, but it was fated to be.

Over the months since her rescue, I’d done more than wait and hope.

I’d researched deeply into what rape and abuse survivors needed from their future partners.

I’d read articles on how to work up to different sexual play.

How to soothe when a flashback happens. It wasn’t a matter of if she had one.

It was guaranteed she would. I consumed articles about the psychology behind it.

Unbeknownst to Kensy, I’d spoken to Iolani, her therapist. She didn’t give me specifics about Kensy, but she did discuss ideas for broaching things with my woman.

I never told her I was interested in Kensy, but something told me Iolani knew.

When our mouths parted, we were both flushed, and she appeared dazed. The tension in her body had changed. She was no longer worrying about us being naked. I slid my hands down her arms, then over to her hips. The bottom of her shirt hit her there. As I touched it, I made eye contact with her.

“I’m removing your shirt and then your bra. Is it okay?”

She nodded. “Yes, please do,” she muttered.

Lifting it at an average pace, I had her shirt gone in no time. Today, she wore a burgundy bra. It was silky and cupped her tits lovingly.

“I can’t wait to see those gorgeous tits of yours again. I’ve been dreaming about them, you know.”

As I confessed, I unhooked it and let the bra drop down her arms. She tossed it aside. I feasted my eyes on her pert tits. Slowly, I slid my hands up her sides and over to cup them. They were an impeccable fit for my hands. I groaned. Kensy shivered.

“W-what did you dream?” she asked.

“About seeing and holding them in my hands like this. How I’d worship them with my mouth and hands. I saw myself plucking your nipples and making them stand in hard peaks. And that you’d beg me to do more.”

My words caused her to moan, then her hands came up to cup mine. She squeezed my hands, causing them to tighten on her tits. “Then do it. You don’t have to wait. Show me what it was like in the dream.”

I waited no more. Her hands fell away, and I got to work.

I squeezed and kneaded them. I tugged and lightly twisted her nipples, making her moan and the nubs become rock hard and stand up.

After I had done that several times, I lowered my head and sucked one into my mouth.

I admit, I went a tad more aggressive than I intended, but she was pushing her tit deeper into my mouth and holding the back of my head, urging me closer.

Not a single objection came from her. I didn’t know how long I was lost in her perfect breasts before I knew we had to remove more.

Backing away, I jerked off my shirt, then undid my button and zipper on my jeans. I wasn’t taking them off, but I wanted to give my throbbing cock, which was pressed against the zipper, a bit of relief.

It was my turn to moan as Kensy ran her hands over my chest, arms, and upper stomach.

Her touch lit flames under my skin. It surprised me when she leaned forward and licked across one of my nipples.

On the next pass, she sucked on it. I moaned.

It encouraged her because on the third pass, she sucked the hard nub into her mouth and bit gently down. I groaned.

“Do you like that?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” I muttered.

Kensy spent time kissing, licking, and nibbling on my upper body until I had to call a stop to it.

“Babe, let’s get the rest of these off. Then there won’t be anything in your way. You can explore all you want,” I enticed her.

Kensy nodded and stepped back to give me room. After I unzipped her jeans, she got a hold of mine and pushed them below my ass, as I did the same to hers. Back and forth we worked until both pairs of jeans were removed and all that was left was underwear. Her feminine ones accentuated her curves.

“Mine first or yours?” I asked. I was proud of how well she was handling it.

Her gaze was fixed on the bulge pressing against the front of my underwear. No surprise, there was a wet mark from the precum I was leaking.

“I want to take yours off first,” she answered.

I held up my hands so she had full access.

Watching her hook her thumbs under the waistband, then as she pushed my black briefs down, she crouched lower, making my heart beat faster.

By the time I stepped free of them, she was at the exact height to give me head.

I wasn’t expecting or asking for it, but the idea did enter my mind. I couldn’t help it. I was a man.

Suddenly, her fingers were tracing the veins standing out on my cock. I moaned, and my cock jumped. I didn’t say anything to break the spell. If it made her happy, I’d let her do it as long as possible.

Next, Kensy circled the head with her finger, gathering my sticky precum on it.

I wondered if she’d taste it, but she didn’t.

I beat back my groan of disappointment. I kept reminding myself that this was more progress than I had hoped for tonight.

I shivered when her fingers raced all over my sac and back up the underside of my cock.

When she reached the head, I expected her to circle it, which she did.

But when she removed her finger this time, it ended up in her mouth.

Kensy hummed in what sounded like approval.

I had to ask, “What do I taste like? Do you like the way I taste?”

Kensy smiled up at me. “Salty, slightly tangy, if that makes sense. Nothing offensive. And I do like it.”

I was about to suggest we remove her panties and let me run my finger through her honey when she abruptly moved forward and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, removing the precum.

I gasped, then growled because she sucked the head of my aching cock inside her hot mouth.

Christ, I hadn’t dared to wish, but it was happening. Kensy was sucking my cock.

I flung back my head, closed my eyes, and let her play.

She was enthusiastic, which was better than the most practiced cock sucking.

Half the enjoyment came from the woman blowing you, liking what she was doing.

Most did it because they thought it was expected of them.

Kensy was giving me head because we both seemed to be into it.

As much as I wanted to have her get me off and shoot my load down her throat, I wasn’t here to only take.

There would be plenty of time for us to have that.

I planned for this to be a lifelong relationship.

Whatever it took to keep her, I’d do. I pulled my hips back, albeit reluctantly, and used my hands under her armpits to lift her to her feet. Kensy gave me a concerned look.

“What did I do wrong?” she apprehensively asked.

“Baby, not a damn thing. I was loving every second of it, but I want to taste you and give you some pleasure in return. Are you okay with that?”

“I am, but I want to revisit what I was doing…soon.”

“Don’t worry, so do I. I’d like to stretch you out on the bed. It’ll be more comfortable.”