Seduced by Innocencey(40)

A growl started in his chest as I cupped them and massaged them.

Before he could get too distracted, I worked my way down his legs and feet. "Okay, time to turn over so I can do your front."

I knew how I wanted to end this massage, but first I needed to build up the anticipation.

"Close your eyes."

Once they were closed, I rubbed along his forehead, and eyebrows, massaging the pressure points on each, then gently stroking his eyelids with my thumbs. Down his jawline, I moved, using my longer fingers to rub at his neck while I did.

With each part of his body, I gave my complete attention, memorizing the feel of him. I skipped his groin area, but still stared at his growing cock as I massaged the front of his legs and feet, then worked myself back up to his hips.

He'd kept his eyes closed as instructed, and I debated about whether to use my mouth or hand.

Bending down, I flicked my tongue out and licked his tip, tasting his tangy pre-come.

The muscles in his body jerked and tensed as I continued to lick, while I used my nails to tease his balls. Hoping that I wouldn't choke, I guided his cock into my mouth and sucked harder on his tip. His hands reached up and gripped my head, digging his fingers through my hair.

Emboldened, I took him in deeper, using my hand to stroke the base of his cock while I sucked and licked.

I'd been watching him the night before, as he brought himself to climax, and I tried to match the rhythm that had worked for him. Stroking, licking, filling my throat with him, the power of this position delighted me.

I could do anything to him, as he submitted to my touch, my stroke. My senses expanded beyond my own needs to include every twitch, thrust and groan from his body. He became a book to read, a new landscape to study, a map to memorize, and I reveled in that discovery like an explorer on a new continent.

He grew harder, more urgent in his moaning. "Rose, I'm going to come soon, if you don't want to swallow, pull back."

I ignored him and kept sucking, ready to take whatever he could give.

My sex slickened with arousal as I brought him closer and closer to his own climax. I hadn't expected to be so turned on by this, but seeing him respond to me so sensually, it opened up a desire inside myself.

I worked to keep my own passions dampened, resisting the urge to finger myself as I sucked him.

Thick come, salty and tangy, shot into my throat and I licked and sucked, swallowing it down as his body spasmed.

When he finished, he collapsed on the floor and pulled me to his chest, kissing me deeply. "You are one amazing woman."

I'd just given my first blowjob and I'd loved how in control and powerful I felt. A thrill coursed through me to know that I could give so much pleasure, bring him to such great heights of ecstasy. I couldn't wait for the day when he could safely spread my legs and slide his tongue along my pussy, teasing my clit until I came.

But until then, we could do this. We could find ways to be together without breaking my rules, but while still having fun.



And fun we had. For another six days, we ignored the world and explored each other in as many ways as we could. I told him as much about my life as I dared without revealing my secrets, and he shared more stories of his. We went on long walks, cooked meals together, played games by the fire, and found creative ways to explore each other's bodies.

Whether they were love, lust or some combination, I wasn't yet sure, but my feelings for him had grabbed hold of my heart and wouldn't let go. I knew that if I survived the attack on the Druids, I'd find a way to be with him, no matter what. Even if that meant going against my family for good.

On the seventh day, I woke to a snow-covered world. Not wanting to wake Drake, I used the bathroom and took Sandy out for a walk, leaving a note for him on the bed so he'd know where I'd gone.

I loved fresh snow, that pristine look of undisturbed nature. Sandy enjoyed it too, and I let her off-leash to run and play. She barked at squirrels and danced in the snow. Her depression had abated during our time in the cabin with Derek. She'd fallen in love with him and stayed near him wherever he went. It seemed that she needed him in our lives just as much as I did.

So enraptured with the snow and the promise of a new day, I didn't notice when Sandy went stiff until she barked, then howled, then started running back to the cabin in distress.

All I could think as I followed her was that something had happened to Derek, and my heart shattered at the thought.





TWENTY





Violent Ends





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These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder

Which, as they kiss, consume.

— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet





SNOW FROSTED THE cabin, and I wondered it if would still burn down effectively. I'd waited for six days, watching them kiss, touch and undress for each other as rage took up residence in my heart.