1.8. Healing my wounds (M)

I was sitting on the washing machine, watching Amory filling the bathtub with warm water. I was in a dazed state of mind, unable to do anything. I didn't have any strength left but I needed to wash the filth on me or it would impregnate my body forever.

After Kevin left, he brought me to his house so I wouldn't be alone. I was grateful to have him by my side, even if it's only for a while. I know it won't last but I can at least spend a lifetime with him. Just enjoying that unknown warmth for a few years before continuing my mission.

When I first saw him I felt that strange familiarity, like a feeling sleeping deep inside of me was revived. A sort of fascination. I won't fight those feelings anymore. It's not like I can anyway.

Amory stood up and wiped his hands on the towel.

"Here, the bath's ready. Take your time, I'll be next door if you need anything."

He walked towards the door and was about to turn the handle. My heart was beating loudly. I had to tell him now or I would never have the courage later. I opened my mouth but the words were stuck inside my throat.

"Hum…"

He stopped and turned his head in direction.

"Yes?"

"I… huh, j-just…"

I gulped painfully. What the… I didn't know it would be this hard to say what I really want. I started fidgeting, playing with my hands in discomfort. Amory walked in front of me and kneeled.

"What is it?"

I averted my eyes, not wanting to look at his face.

"… H-help me…?"

He opened his eyes wide, startled, then he immediately narrowed his eyes with a serious look.

"Angel, are you aware of what you're asking me?"

I raised my head and glanced at him swiftly. I felt my cheeks, ears and neck reddening.

"I am."

He raised his hand to pat my head and tugged a stray hair behind my ear.

"Are you sure? I know how much you dislike being touched by others. Even if you're okay with me, you do realise it won't be the same as just holding your hand, right?"

I nodded. Damn, do it before I change my mind. He put me on my feet and started to undress me. I felt extremely shy, so much that every parts of my body were blushing in a dark shade of red. When he pulled down my boxers, I felt like hiding in a deserted island.

Then, he carried me to the bathtub and put me down on the water. He sat at the edge and started to wash my body with soap.

"Where did he touch you?"

I grabbed his hand and guided him to every places that bastard touched. My arm, my breast, sliding down my torso. His caresses were similar to the feeling of an ointment healing my wounds, cold and hot at the same time. The dirt was fading in a pleasurable burning sensation.

I placed his hand on my thighs. Slowly, carefully, going higher and higher. I looked at Amory in apprehension but when I saw the look in his eyes, I breathed a sigh of relief. They were shining in lust and fondness. There wasn't that disgusting perverted glint that I would usually see in men's eyes and that would repulse me.

I felt safe. I was safe.

"That's it… where he touched today."

He grabbed lightly my chin and stroked my lower lips with his thumb.

"And the other days?"

I inhaled sharply.

"… Everywhere."

His face got closer until his lips brushed mines, giving me a small prude peck. He retreated to look at me.

"Here?"

I nodded shyly. Confirming that I also wanted the same as him, he kissed me again, more passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. When I felt his tongue licking my teeth, demanding access, I parted my lips and let him invade every parts of my mouth.

It was like I was struck by lightning and my mind blurred. I couldn't think of anything but that feeling of being eaten desperately. I was as desperate as him, though. As if he would disappear from my sight if he were to pull back.

And he did pull back.

But he didn't disappear.

He carried me out of the bathtub and sat me on the washing machine again. He grabbed a towel and started to dry me. I looked at his concentrated face with a hazy mind. When he reached my lower half, he stopped and gave me a wry smile. I slapped his face with both hands in fluster.

"That's because you kissed me!"

He chuckled.

"Then if it's my fault, shall I take responsibility?"

"Ugh. Don't act cocky when you're hard too."

He hugged my waist, his face only a breath away from mine and his eye blazing in fire.

"Of course I am since I just kissed the person I love."

Thump-

My heart skipped a beat. W-w-what?! I didn't misheard, right? Do I have to say it too? I can't do that, I'm so lame at expressing my feelings!

"I love you, Angel."

Fuck, is he trying to kill me or what?

"… B-bed. To the bed."

He laughed as he started to carry me to the bed.

"Right away, sweetheart."

Annoyed by his pleased laugh, I kissed him again to shut him up. While he was walking, I could feel his hard shaft rubbing on my ass and my dick was being pressed between our stomachs, making me moan involuntarily on his mouth.

He laid me on the bed, still kissing me, and started to undress. I passed my hands on his torso, tracing his well defined abs and sturdy chest. His hand went to search for something in the drawer of the bedside table and his mouth moved to my neck, kissing, nibbling, marking.

I suddenly felt a cold sensation on my back and a finger entering.

"Ahh!"

"Sorry. Does it hurt?"

I shook my head. It didn't hurt, I was just surprised. I had deactivated the pain sensory as soon as I entered the world. There was no way I would let myself suffer when I could avoid it. He kissed my cheek and began to move his finger.

"Tell me immediately if it hurt, okay?"

I nodded in a daze. The room was filled with squelching sounds and my moans which became louder the more fingers he added. The awkwardness of having something stuck down there soon faded as waves of pleasure came rushing in my mashed brain every time he would graze a certain spot.

I squeezed my ass in impatience.

"A-Amory…"

His eyes darkened in desire as I said his name and he pressed on my prostate, sending electricity all over my body.

"Ngh… ah!"

My body convulsed as I reached an orgasm and cummed abundantly all over my belly. He pulled out his finger and took off his boxers. I came back to reality when I felt something hot and hard touching the inside of my thigh and looked down. And, fuck, I shouldn't have. How the hell can he be this big? Is that even going to fit?

Seeing my worry, he caressed my head in a comforting manner.

"I'll go slowly, you can bite me if that makes you feel better."

I chuckled lightly and that relaxed me for a bit. He placed his tip on my entrance and shoved it in slightly.

"!!!"

I felt full. That was completely different than the fingers, pushing on my walls and pressing on a bundle of nerves, messing with all my senses. My breath was shaky and my body tensed as the overbearing presence pushed further. He stroked my sides and planted kisses on my cheeks, eyes, forehead, nose and lips. The tears of pleasure stuck in my eyes rolled down my face as I desperately tried to relax.

"Are you okay?"

I breathed in and out and nodded.

"I'm fine so… you can move."

He didn't need to be told twice before starting to thrust his penis faster and harder, accelerating as time passed and he saw that I enjoyed it as much as him. Again, he kissed me hungrily. The slapping sounds of flesh, my cries and moans, his groans, everything seemed so lewd.

He straightened his back and grabbed my waist to give faster, deeper and more precise thrust. Hitting the same spot over and over again until I was nothing more than an helpless mess —drooling saliva, dried tears and semen splashed all over me.

His grip became tighter and he gave one last decisive thrust before we both ejaculated. I felt good, so good. The last thing I remember is a kiss before blacking out.