I rested my hands on her thighs, forcing them to stay relaxed as she moved. God, this was torture, but she needed to learn to trust me. Someday, I assured my wolf, we’d be able to throw her on the bed and fuck her hard, but for now, we had to teach her to trust us. Someone had hurt her, and we couldn’t remind her of what they did.
I felt the ring at the front of her labia rubbing my groin above my cock as she rotated on her downstrokes, and wondered if she’d ever trust me to take it off, let me see, let me pleasure her without it.
When I couldn’t stay still any longer, I adjusted up a little, centering my weight so I could fuck her from below.
“I’m gonna move now, Buttercup. God, you feel so good. Touch me wherever you want, do whatever you need, whatever makes it okay. If you tell me to stop, I will.” I pushed up, slow, my hands on her hips, holding her a little now, or rather, pressing her down so she stayed in place when I pushed up into the silky heat of her. “We can finish off by masturbating if we need to. No pressure.”
Her legs had been braced on the bed, and she lifted them, wrapped them around my waist, and then encircled my neck with her arms, holding on for dear life.
“Fuck, Brain. God yes. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t like not being able to see her face, but I smelled only arousal, so I took her at her word and pounded my cock up and into her. I held back until she came, and then held back longer, as she kept coming, but eventually I lost control and came into the condom, her arms still wrapped tightly around my neck, her legs like a vise grip around my waist.
* * * *
Ice
Brain had literally fucked my brains out. I couldn’t think straight, but that was okay because I didn’t want to put any thoughts together at the moment. I wanted to die happy, in his embrace, so I could experience this feeling for eternity.
He held me, his arms loose, his hands stroking — soft, gentle. He’d held my bottom in place when he fucked me, but hadn’t held my whole body. Somehow, this rough-and-tough genius knew when I was distressed the second I knew, and changed his tactics before my body went all PTSD on us.
But there’d been no distress, and he was the first man to actually fuck me — to move inside me and turn me on by doing so — since before the Russians took me.
Brain was barely out of breath, and I was breathing like I’d just ran a marathon, when he’d done all the work.
I felt him moving me, and I leaned back a little for him as he said, “I need to see your face, Buttercup. Make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m so far beyond okay, there isn’t a word for it. Damn, Brain. Part of me wants to play it off casual, so you don’t get all big headed or anything, but I’m probably not capable of pretending it wasn’t a big deal because you just seriously rocked my world.”
His smile wasn’t cocky, it was… relieved. My heart suddenly hurt for him — and me, and us, that I was so broken.
“I’m sorry, Brain. This has put a lot of pressure on you, and it isn’t fair.” I opened my mouth to tell him I was sorry again, and closed it before the first sound came out.
“Don’t apologize,” he said, his voice gentle, his eyes tender. “I care about you, all of you. I told you once before, I can’t change what happened in the past, but I can love the person it’s made you.”
My heart dipped into my stomach and I slid off his lap, his cock finally coming out of me, as I said, “No, you’ve never said anything about love, before.”
“And now I have, and I’m not taking it back. You don’t have to say it back, but you need to know I fell for you a long time ago, and spending time with you now has just cemented the feelings I already had.”
I shook my head and changed the subject. “How do you know the instant you’ve triggered my PTSD? You seem to know before I do, so by the time it registers with me, you’ve already made adjustments.”
“I just do.”
I could tell by the look in his eyes, I wasn’t going to get a better explanation, and I sighed and told him, “I’m reaching the point where Occam’s Razor would tell me you’re a werewolf, but I don’t believe in werewolves, so there has to be a simpler explanation I’m just not thinking of.”
“You and I are both off-the-scale geniuses. I love the fact I can talk to you about anything without having to slow down and explain everything. We’ll have our talk in a week or two, once you feel like Harmony to both of us. I need to use the name more, and you need to hear it more. We’ll work on that.” He caressed my cheek, and brushed the hair that’d escaped from the ponytail behind my shoulder. “For now, though, I’d like to cuddle and hold you, once I get rid of the condom.”