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CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

Kracken

If Moira’s heart is beating as quickly as mine is, then we might be finished before we even start. Taking a few calming breaths, I lean in and kiss her. It’s soft at first, as I’m taking my cues from her. When she deepens it, I allow her to take the lead, even though it’s against my nature to do so. Still, it takes everything in me to give this control to her. I suspect she knows because of how I’ve already been around her so far. As we kiss, one thing is certain, she was never given the opportunity to say yes.

“I like kissing you,” she softly says. “I… I don’t know how much I’ll be able to handle, Kracken.”

“Like I said, it’s in your hands. Your choice. Not some piece of shit boy who can’t take the word ‘no’, Moira,” I reply. “You have all the control here, sweetheart.”

A tear rolls down her face, but she smiles as she rolls so she’s straddling me and leans in to kiss me. “Thank you.”

Deciding to ease the tension, I tease, “So what’s next?”

“Well, truthfully, all I have to go on are movies and they only go so far,” she admits.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I know you know what they did to me, and I’d rather not bring them into bed with us,” she says. “But I’ll give you one thing so hopefully you understand. They had no clue what foreplay was, it was all tie me down with my legs spread, climb on, and do what they wanted. There was no tenderness, no preparation, none of that, Kracken. So, while I feel good kissing you, I honestly have no idea what to do next.”

My heart breaks for my ol’ lady; she’s been to Hell and back, not given even basic human kindness for the most part, and something that should be enjoyable at the very least, has been anything but that for her.

“Well, I know,” I tell her, grinning up into her beautiful face.

“You do?”

“Yeah, babe, I do,” I reply, pulling her down and kissing her. “See, first we’re going to make out for a while because those sexy little sounds you’re making turn me the fuck on. Then, I’m going to undress you and learn what you like. Hopefully, while I’m doing that, I won't come in my pants like a teenage boy.”

She does what I wanted; she starts laughing. It’s a bit tortuous because the only thing separating us are my sweatpants and her pajama bottoms. I can feel the heat coming from her pussy and can’t wait until we are finally joined as one. Once she finally stops laughing, she says, “That sounds like a good plan to me.”

I roll so she’s on the bottom and I’m partially leaning over her. “I usually have good plans, babe,” I tease.

I kiss her again, my hands roaming over her above her pajamas until she gets used to being handled gently. When I hear the breathy moans, I move my hands underneath her top and gently begin stroking her sides. She grows bolder, reaching out and sliding hers under my t-shirt, and I draw in a deep breath, knowing I have some rough places on my back right now thanks to a flare up of my eczema.

“Kracken?” she asks, looking at me. “Why do you have scars, honey?”

“They’re not scars, not exactly,” I admit. “I have eczema and sometimes, when I’m stressed, it flares up.”

“This is because of me,” she whispers.

“Not entirely,” I reply. “The shit going down with those fundamentalist fuckers is part of it too.”

“What do you do for it?” she questions.

“Keep my skin clean and lotioned, and when it flares, if it’s bad enough, I get a prescription for some steroids. Thinking I need to get one filled pretty soon.”

“I’ll put some lotion on your back later if you want,” she says.

“I’ll hold you to it,” I tease. “Now, where were we?”

Time seems almost suspended and soon, we’re both shirtless as I work to build up her desire to a feverish pitch. At this point, if I don’t find a release, I’m past the point of caring. It’s all about her, and always will be.

I still have my sweatpants on, my dick is hard enough to hammer nails into the ground, and she’s naked before me, a slight sheen of sweat covering her. Whether it’s from desire or the heat coming from the fireplace, I have no clue, and quite honestly, don’t give a fuck.

“Is it always like this?” she asks, her eyes filled with wonder.

“With two consenting adults, it should be, yes,” I reply, leaning down and taking one of her diamond-hard nipples into my mouth.

“Oh, my God,” she moans out, writhing beneath me.

I continue my assault, switching from side to side as one hand slides up her leg. “Babe, you’re soaked for me, positively drenched,” I murmur against her breast.

“I take it that’s a good thing?” Her voice is breathy.

“It’s a very good thing,” I reply, moving down to caress her legs with both hands as I gently slide them open. “Do you feel this?” I ask, running my fingers between her upper thighs, her wetness making a slight squelching sound. “It means you’re ready for me, sweetheart.”

“Okay, so what are you doing now?” she questions.

“Hopefully, driving you over the edge, roisin,” I murmur, lowering my head before I swipe my tongue through her folds.

“Holy shit,” she gasps out through a moan. “I want more of that, Kracken. Please?”

“My pleasure, babe,” I reply.

I put everything into what I’m doing, flaming her desire higher as she grows wetter and wetter. When I slide one of my fingers inside, I moan, feeling how tightly her pussy clutches my digit. Sucking on her clit, I begin thrusting my finger inside in time with my oral movements, her moans, gasps, and sighs spurring me on.

“Kracken,” she keens out, just as her pussy spasms and my mouth floods with her release. I continue my assault until she pulls away slightly.

“Want more?” I ask, wiping my hand across my face and grinning.

“Yes, please,” she says, reaching out for me.

I slip off my sweatpants and settle between her thighs. “Remember, if you want to stop at any time, we will,” I tell her as I line the head of my dick at her entrance.

“If you stop right now, I might just want to smack you,” she threatens. I might have felt fear but the giggle at the end lets me know she’s teasing.

Slowly, so fucking slowly I feel like time has stopped, I enter her, watching for any signs of discomfort or distress, but I don’t see anything except bliss and wonder. When I’m finally fully seated, my groin pressed against hers, I start moving, again, paying attention to her expressions.

Her arms come around my shoulders as she wraps her legs around my hips, letting me go deeper. “God, Moira, you feel like heaven,” I grunt out, my thrusts growing stronger and longer as I work to build another orgasm in her.

“You do too,” she breathily replies, her nails lightly scratching me. It doesn’t hurt, thankfully, but even if it did, I wouldn’t give that first fuck.

Feeling the tingling at the base of my spine, I know I’m about to come, so I slip my hand between us and begin circling her clit with my thumb. “You gonna give me another one?” I ask, my thrusts now erratic. “Want you coming on my cock, babe.”

When I feel her pussy clamp down on my dick, I can’t hold back any longer. As she goes over the edge, screaming out her release, I thrust once, twice, and on the third one, plant myself deep and bellow out her name.

As though our first time broke the dam inside her, all through the night, we reach for each other. Finally, sometime before daybreak, she falls into a deep sleep, wrapped around me as though she’s an octopus.

“You’re forever mine now, Moira,” I whisper before I join her in a sated, satisfied slumber.

My phone ringing several minutes later, although in reality it could’ve been hours later, has me sitting straight up in bed. Moira doesn’t even budge. No, she rolls into my pillow with a little sigh and continues sleeping. Grabbing my phone, I see it’s Brick calling, so I slip my sweatpants on and head outside, so I don’t disturb her.

“Brick? What’s happening?”

“You alone, Brother?” he asks.

“Yeah, Moira’s still asleep. Talk to me,” I demand of my president, my friend. I need to know if she’s still in danger, so maybe I shouldn’t have barked at him, but I know he’d do the same for his ol’ lady.