Page 13 of Lay Me Down
But what if after everything, I can’t convince her of that? That every time I look at these scars or see the sadness in her eyes, it’s not her that I doubt, but myself? What if I can’t get over my own self-deprecation long enough to give her what she needs?
There’s no question here, though. Ihaveto—needto. My failures are not something that need to burden her any longer, and I won’t allow them to. The only place they need to exist is inside my mind, where they can no longer hurt her, because I would rather drown myself in despair than splash her by accident. If it didn’t mean never laying my sights on her again, I would claw out my own eyes so she couldn’t see the sorrow behind them. I would willingly rid myself of any visible trace that could cause her to doubt herself if I knew it wouldn’t hurt her in the process.
I’d give her every sacrifice she demanded and more. If she wanted my hand? I’d give her both. She could ask for my head on a pike, and I’d cut it off myself. If she truly wanted to hold my heart in her hands, I’d carve it out as I stared her in the eyes, and I’d make my last movement placing it in her palms. My last breath would be used to thank her. I would deny her nothing. All she needs to do is ask, and I would provide it for her, no matter the cost. A week ago, my wife asked me to pleasure her, and it’s time I fulfil her wish.
My nose drags through her hair as I seek out more of her scent, needing her essence to heal me. I’m convinced she’s the only remedy left on the planet—one especially made for me andthe disease that crawls through my mind. She’s the only one that bears witness to how it latches on, and she’s the only one that holds the power to fight the demons off. They can’t touch me while I’m in her presence, and I worship her for it.
Even the slightest inhale or lingering taste eases the muscles that allow me to breathe. She controls every aspect of this body, allowing my lungs to work and my form to move at her command. She expects nothing but my love in return, and I willingly gave hereverything, including that, the moment my eyes first laid upon her.
I start to move again, forcing my hesitant hand to run along the ridges of every new scar. Each bump and dip serves as a reminder of how we heal each other, and how her strength will always prevail above anything else. As my hand moves to the scarIleft for her, that realization hits even harder. She stared at her attacker in the eyes asIleftmymark on her. His last images were of me claiming my wife in a way that she has never trusted anyone else to do—no one butme. She proved that his attempts to break us failed, and that even something as vile as the acts he committed could never tear us apart.
The feeling of that one scar gives me all of the confidence I need. My lips move across her neck just before I graze my teeth along her delicate skin, and I adjust my hand to her swelling breasts. Her soft, tender flesh fills my palm, and I start to knead the plump tissue—grasping it just roughly enough to pull a small moan slip from her lips. That little sound is enough to make my spine rattle, and I catch myself grinding against her ass.
“That’s right, little wolf. Crave me,” I whisper in her ear. My tone is soft enough to keep her asleep, but it’s meant to bring her mind a little closer to reality. I tuck my other arm underneath her just enough to trace the underside of her small belly. The feeling of her growing form runs along my fingertips just before I dip my hand into her shorts. I find her needy, swollen clitimmediately, and the moment I graze it, her skin pebbles with electricity.
My middle finger swirls around the small bead in slow motions, teasing the bundle enough to stimulate it before I move quicker for a beat. I slow it back down after about two seconds, because I know how much my girl responds to the alternate speeds. Her nipple peaks in my other hand, and I give both sensitive areas a small pinch. She moans again, and my throbbing cock reminds me how impatient I really am when it comes to fucking her.
I take my hand off her breast and start to push her shorts and panties down. She moves exactly as she should, and I can’t help but smirk against her taut skin. My love has always been a kinky little thing, even if she didn’t used to think so. She loves being fucked in her sleep, and I take every opportunity I can, knowing that I can dive into her decadence in her most peaceful state.
As she rolls on her back, I move carefully, ensuring to shift swiftly and hover over her ethereal form. I’m careful not to disturb her quite yet. She’s most responsive when she’s in limbo, and I want our first time in a while to be exactly what she needs.
My wife wants a good, hard fucking? She’ll get it.
I gently pull her clothing down and off her legs, watching as they lazily fall open the moment the fabric is gone. My mouth waters as she willingly presents herself to me, and before she can fully rest her leg on the bed, I tuck my arm underneath it, so it lays over my shoulder instead. Her skin prickles with more goosebumps as I trail my fingertips along the inside of her thigh. My desire urges me further, and I start to pepper soft kisses along the sensitive skin there, feeling the texture along my lips. The softness sends a warmth through my body, and I feel the heat in the room rise as I get closer to her core.
The moment my face inches close enough, I stick out my tongue and barely touch her slit. She squirms just a little, and Islide my palm from her thigh up to her hip. Her skin rubs against my hand with perfect softness—a silkiness so pristine that my hand glides as a whisper and causes the already-electric feeling in my chest to pulse. I dive in a little further, licking her center with a smooth swipe, and direct my gaze to her face so I catch her reaction.
Her lips curve into a small, seductive grin, and when she snakes her hand down to lay on top of mine, I know she’s really starting to wake up. My eyes catch the small glint of moonlight off my wedding band, and as our hands lay on top of her small belly, a different fire blooms throughout my body.
I plunge my tongue inside her pussy, eliciting a heady moan from that perfect mouth of hers. Her hand reaches down to scratch my scalp, and as I loop my free arm around her other hip, her opposite hand starts to caress my shoulder—sending shivers through my body.
“What was it you wanted, my love? I think your exact words were ‘I need you to fuckingrail me’?” I tease through gritted teeth against her pussy.
A soft ‘mhm’ slips from her lips, and the grip she has in my hair tightens ever so slightly. She pulls my hair some, tempting me to crawl up to kiss her, but I flick the tip of my tongue against her clit instead—making her flinch. If she’s going to shatter in the way she needs, I need to work her up a little more.
I swirl her entrance with my tongue before scooping it inside her, causing her to buck her hips. She digs her nails into my shoulder, and I hiss against her core. That sharp burst of air causes her to shiver, and I take the opportunity to suck on her clit, making her whimper.
“Damien…” she whines, and my cock throbs, sending a shock through my body. My grip on her tightens, and I glide my palm over her tiny belly—feeling the little lifeIput inside of her. I grind my hips into the bed, needing just a little touch to settle theurge to give in and pound into her. I pull my face back from her pussy and reach down to slide a finger inside her cunt—only to slowly pump it in and out.
“What’s the matter, baby? Have I been neglecting this needy pussy?”
She instinctively clenches around me and nods. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth as she groans again, and her head is laid back, stretching that delicious neck until the skin is tight. The urge to reach up and wrap my fingers around that taut little throat slams into me, but I hold back, knowing somewhere deep under her spell that I shouldn’t be doing that. I shiver as she rakes her nails over my shoulder and upmyneck, and I tilt away from it, allowing the muscles to tighten so I can soak in every scratch.
“Little wolf, you’re playing a dangerous game. I’m trying to make you come so hard you pass back out…” I inhale sharply through my teeth once again as she grips my hair with both of her hands and yanks, lighting a match to my already-blazing arousal. My cock pulses once again, and I find myself rutting into the bed—getting desperate to feel her cunt strangle me.
“Then use that big dick and make me come…” she demands, and I thrust into the bed a little harder, almost coming right then.
“Fuck, Ashia. You can’t say shit like that…” I slip my finger out and practically lunge forward, forcing my lips on hers like a wild animal. Her tongue instantly mingles with mine, and I claim her mouth with a bruising intensity. Our lips move together in perfect sync, and as my cock rubs against her core, she squirms again—spreading her legs even more. Her heat moves along my dick as I grind against her, and I swallow her moans before I pull back just enough for our lips to still barely touch.
As I line my cock up to her enchanting cunt, I take one of her hands in mine and push it up to the headboard, then force her to grip it.
“You’re going to want to hold onto that,” I whisper against her lips before thrusting forward and burying myself inside her in one harsh, swift motion. Her walls squeeze me instantly, and we both groan so loudly that it sounds like an alarm against the silence of the night. “God damn, I’ve missed this…”
She responds with a moan, subtly agreeing with the words that unwillingly flew out of my mouth. I sound like a starved man, but I don’t give a single, flying fuck. Her walls clench me even tighter, trying to suck me back in as I slowly pull out, and every single thought of not being enough for this woman goes out the window.
I thrust inside her a few more times, slow and easy, so it’s just enough to tease us both a little more. Her hips move with mine, making each stroke feel even more impactful. My body is humming, and I pick up the pace, each hit coming faster and stronger until she starts to moan even louder.
While her one hand still clutches the headboard, I wrap my arm under her hips and lift up, changing the angle and causing her to cry out. I force my way deeper inside her, and pound into her so hard that the noises of our bodies hitting can be heard throughout the room.
