The Hermit (12 page)

He
lifted his head to look at her and she smiled, “I trust you like no one else,
Ryan.  You won’t hurt me.  It may be a while before I’m…any good.  I’ve
forgotten the few skills I had once.  But I want you so badly.”  He kissed
along the waistband of her sleep pants and began to lower them.  A fresh scar,
pale pink and slightly raised on her lower abdomen, brought his lips to her
again.  He wished he could kiss away the emotional pain it represented. 

“I can
never give you children, Ryan.  I’m sorry.” 

“You
are everything I will ever need, Daphne.  I’m sorry you can’t have that
experience.  It isn’t fair to you.  But it changes nothing.”  He lowered the pants
to her feet and she stepped out of them.  Wearing nothing but white bikini
panties, he sat back on his heels and took in the image of her.  “You’re so different
than I remember.  Glowing with good health and…just gorgeous.” 

Daphne’s
breasts were high and firm, not large but beautifully shaped and tipped with
pretty pink nipples.  Her shoulders and arms were sculpted lean muscle and the
theme carried over her torso and legs.  Her narrow waist flared into snug hips
and a firm butt.  Ryan stood up and held her naked upper body to his own, stroking
over her back, his fingers raking through her hair. 

She
put her thumbs in the waist of his pants and boxers, tugging them down.  “I
want to see you, Ryan…”  When she pushed them away with her foot, he held very
still.  Running her eyes down and back up to his face, she smiled, “You’re in
excellent shape.  Dear lord…and hung like a horse, I think.”  He chuckled but
she could see his nervousness.  “Ryan, you don’t scare me.  I have a clean bill
of health.  Replace my bad memories with good ones, Ryan.  That’s what I want
and I think you should get started.”  She hooked her thumbs in her panties and
skimmed them from her body.  His cock jumped at the dusting of dark curls over
her mound.  “I love you…love me.”

Ryan
lifted her slowly and laid her back on the bed.  He stretched out over her but
supported all his weight on his arms as he kissed and nibbled her lips.  Daphne
sighed at the feeling of his warm skin against hers.  His height and the
roughness of the hair heightened their differences in ways she’d never
considered before. 

Without
lifting his mouth from her, he followed the line of her jaw to her neck, over
her shoulder and back again, into the valley of her breasts before taking a
pebbled nipple in his mouth and sucking gently.  She clamped her knees against
his hips and moaned softly. 

His
other hand cupped her breast, stroking the nipple with his thumb before he
traded places and laved the other side with equal attention.  Back and forth
until she arched her pelvis into him, whispering, “Ryan…oh
god
.”

He
kissed down her stomach, using the tip of his tongue to trace the lines of her
abs, to circle her shallow belly button.  His palms stayed on her breasts,
kneading them.  When he felt her place her own hands over his, he glanced up, switching
the position until she was cupping the curves herself. 

Ryan
guided her in the movement and she tugged her lower lip between her teeth.  A
blush crawled from her chest up to her face and he smiled gently, “Nothing you
enjoy should embarrass you, Daphne.  You hold
all
the power,
all
the control.  I’m going to remind you what it’s like to take what you want, what
you need.  You get to say yes or no, to act in whatever way makes you happiest,
gives you the most pleasure.  It’s all about you, baby.”  He lowered his lips to
the mound of her pussy and she arched into him with a gasp.

Her
body was trembling in reaction as he dragged his tongue through the cleft of
her body, pleased to taste the evidence of her arousal.  The feel of her hands
tightening on her breasts beneath his palms was an ecstasy he never thought to
experience. 

“I’ve
never had that kind of freedom, Ryan.  Even…before.  I didn’t have much…experience. 
I wasn’t sure what I wanted but I knew something was missing,” her voice was
rough, sensual.  

Daphne’s
words caused his dick to twitch against the bed, the appendage anxious to show
her everything all at once.  “Then you can start fresh, Daphne, with a clean
slate.  You can pretend this is your very first time while I worship you just
the way you deserve.”  He tasted the musky sweetness of her with his lips and
dragged his tongue through her folds, closing his eyes in pleasure, “Daphne,
keep your hands there.  I need to use mine.” 

He
slid his palms down her body, and used one hand to separate her outer lips,
exposing the delicate pink flesh beneath.  “So very pretty.”  As his lips and
tongue moved over her clit and sucked against her pussy, she became more
frantic with her hands on her breasts.  Her fingers imitated the movements he’d
used and she rolled her nipples between her fingers, harder than he had. 

Ryan
took his time, wanting her to gradually climb this first peak.  To give her the
confidence, the assurance of complete safety, he so desperately wanted to give
her.  When she was about to come, he watched it wash over her entire body, her
muscles tightening and the pale pink flush spreading over her shoulders and
down to her stomach.  Gently, he stroked one finger inside her and she came,
her body bowed. 

“Ryan…that
feels so good.”  Her thighs were tight against his shoulders, compressing and
releasing in her desire to add more pressure where she wanted it.  “I didn’t
know it could feel so good.”

He
laid his cheek on her inner thigh, nuzzling her soft skin.  The pulse in her
neck was visible and slight tremors moved over her torso as her body rode out
her climax.  “Daphne, have you touched yourself since you went home?”  Her eyes
snapped open and she blushed again, more brightly than before.  “I’ll take that
as a yes.  How did you touch yourself?” 

She
tugged her lip between her teeth and gave a slight shake of her head.  “Show me;
let me see what you like.”  He was still stroking his finger inside her, slow
and steady, her fluids soaking him as he went deeper with each thrust. 

With
her face flaming, Daphne slid one hand down, placing her middle finger over her
clit, the little bundle of nerves swollen and red.  Circling slowly, he kissed her
lower belly, watching her pleasure herself while he added a second finger and
increased the strength and speed of his strokes. 

“You
look so beautiful, Daphne.  So perfectly feminine, touching yourself like
that.  Please don’t stop.  I would love to watch you come again.” 

Her
eyes met his, “But…you…”

“No,
baby, don’t worry about me.  This is about your pleasure.  The more pleasure
you feel, the more I’ll feel when it’s my turn.”  He kissed the bend of her
thigh.  “Be selfish.  Completely selfish, Daphne.”  He licked the space between
her pussy and her clit and her fingers moved faster, pressing slightly.  “I
could come watching you do this.  God, you’re stunning.”  The explicit words
had her fingers moving faster.  “Yes, baby, god yes.  I’ve never seen anything
so perfect.”  Darting the tip of his tongue between her fingers, she moaned,
her back rising off the bed as she came. 

Daphne
didn’t know what was more erotic:  touching herself while Ryan watched and
talked dirty or having him fucking her with his fingers and lick over her most
tender flesh.  Whichever it was, she went over the edge hard, the climax
exploding from the center of her body into her upper thighs and breasts. 
“Ryan…oh god, please Ryan.  It’s too good.” 

Ryan
kept thrusting his fingers inside her…slowing down a little with each
stroke…letting her orgasm drag on and on as she thrashed and whimpered beneath
him.  He pulled his fingers carefully from her still spasming pussy before
crawling up her body. 

Then
suddenly she was sobbing.  Deep, wracking sobs that shook her entire body. 
Instantly Ryan was beside her, pulling her into his arms and murmuring softly
while he stroked her back.  “Sweet baby.  It’s alright.  I promise it will be
okay.  Don’t worry, love.  Don’t worry.”

She
held him like a lifeline to sanity and when the tears stopped flowing, she sank
into his body as he held her close and raked his fingers through her hair. 
“Ryan, I’m sorry.”

“Apologize
for being human and I will paddle your very pretty butt, Daphne.”

She
gave a little hiccup laugh but turned serious again.  “You’re being so
patient.  So careful with me.  I want
this
, I want
you
, Ryan.  I
don’t know what happened.”

Rolling
to his side, he tucked her into his body so they could lie face to face.  One
hand smoothed her hair back from her eyes and he gave her a smile.  “Listen to
me, Daphne.  I am fully in control of my body.  Just because I have an erection
doesn’t mean anything.  I want to make love to you but I can wait.  Because
when I finally make love to you, sweet Daphne, I don’t want you to remember
pain or fear.  Only pleasure.  Only the knowledge that I love you –
you,
baby
– not your body or what you can give me physically.  I will
always
love your mind and heart more.”

Her
palm cupped Ryan’s cheek and she leaned forward to kiss him.  It was a slow,
beautiful kiss that sank deep into his heart.  She whispered, “I can taste
myself on your lips, Ryan.  I love you.  I love you more than I love myself.”

“Never
more than yourself, Daphne.  Always put
you
first, baby.  For the rest
of your life, you will never be second again.”  His arms wrapped around her and
she sighed against his neck.  “Sleep now, sweetheart.  Let me hold you.  I’m so
glad to finally get to hold you.  I love you, Daphne.  With everything I have
inside myself, I love you.”

They
drifted in a warm middle place between awake and asleep for a long time.  When
Daphne would start to get restless, he quieted her with his touch, with his
words.  As the sun started coming up and the bedroom brightened, Daphne found
herself staring into blue eyes with small lines in the corners.  Without a
word, she trailed her hand down Ryan’s chest and wrapped her hand around his
cock.  “Daphne…”

“Ssh. 
Let me touch you.  Please let me touch you.”  Afraid of breaking the sensual
spell that had woven itself around her within moments of opening her eyes,
Daphne kept her voice low.  “I’ve never gotten to explore a man’s body, Ryan. 
Let me learn you.”

His
eyes stared intently into her glowing brown ones for a long moment before he rolled
to his back and put his hands behind his head.  Her smile lit up every corner
of his soul and he knew in that instant that she was going to be okay.  It
wouldn’t happen overnight but her will was too strong not to triumph. 
“Anything you want, Daphne.  I belong to you.”

She
went to her knees beside him and bent to cup his face in her palms.  “No one,
ever
,
has belonged to me.  Not really.  Not when it mattered.  You are the one person
I wanted, truly wanted, for my own.”  A tear splashed against his cheek as she
kissed him.  Pulling back slightly, she flashed her million watt smile again. 
“Thank you for being mine, Ryan.”

Inch
by inch, she explored his body.  Starting with her fingers in his scalp, nails
ruffling his blond hair, she moved over his ears and face, down his neck and
across his shoulders.  She rubbed his skin with her cheeks, kissed him, licked
at different spots, bit him gently once or twice. 

Straddling
his stomach, she held his hands, tracing each finger, marveling at the stunning
shape and strength they held.  Deliberately skipping his genitals, she crawled
backwards down his body to touch his thighs, legs, and feet. 

On her
way back up, she curled up between his legs to explore his balls, smoothing a
single fingertip over the light fuzz that covered them.  His breathing sped up,
his cock engorged as he held perfectly still for the woman he loved, because
she needed this. 

“You
have such control, Ryan.  It awes me.”

“I
will never lose control with you, Daphne.  I will never hurt you.”

She
moved higher, kissing his lower abdomen as she whispered, “I know that.”  Her
eyes met his a second before she took the head of his cock between her lips. 
His body went taut and his hands slammed to the bed, gripping the bedding in
fists with white knuckles.