Cute as a button by @IAmAnnaSky

The below is an entry for #FreshlyPolished by @IAmAnnaSky.

Cute as a Button

The touch of her hand as she brushed mine made me look, but I dismissed any ideas as soon as I glanced up. The waitress was cute and contemporary, suited to the hipster coffee shop but not my type. But the prolonged contact between us, before she pulled away, intrigued me.

I reached out to catch her wrist and felt the flutter of her pulse against my fingers. She relaxed into my grip, seemed to welcome it. When I searched her face, her eyes told me a different story from the colourful, carnival veneer of ink on her forearms.

A look of relief flashed across her face when she recognised the facade of tattoos and piercings didn’t fool me. I knew she wasn’t invinvible. Her eyes told me she was vulnerable, wanted someone to love her, protect her, but make her feel alive. In that brief moment as our eyes connected, I wanted her. It made me feel something I’d not felt for a long time. An aching hunger in me rose.

I scribbled my number on the back of the receipt, left a tip and left, thinking I should forget her. But she stayed in my head. And later on, when my phone showed an unknown number calling, my hand shook as I answered. My hands never shake but somehow, this time they did. It was her.

She came over that night and allowed me to worship her. I laid her on my bed, tied her wrists and moved my mouth over every inch of her body. She moaned and writhed beneath me. And I kissed and sucked every inch of her, from her shoulders to her soft belly, to her sensitive inner thighs. I massaged her calves and insteps, feeling her unwind beneath my hands.

I kneaded her shoulder and her breasts. Pinched her nipples and watched the bursts of hurt transform into pleasure. Raking my nails up and down, I left angry red marks and then soothed them better. Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Until they were one and the same in her head.

And when she couldn’t bear any more, I lowered my mouth to her cunt, pinching and massaging her labia to hold her open as I tasted her over and over. I found her sweet spot and when she shuddered with need, I slipped two fingers inside her. All the while, moving my tongue in tight little circles over her swollen clit.

When I curved my fingers upwards, stroking in that come-hither motion, she came so hard. She contracted in desperate, squeezing motions around my fingers. I kept my mouth on her, my fingers steady, the aftershocks carrying her to somewhere else. A total release. And when she was fully sated, I held onto her, whispering I would keep her safe.

I wanted to make her feel safe; I really wanted her to stay. I felt alive, invincible. Something I’d not experienced in a long, long time. She’d awoken a need in me, one that I thought was long-buried. All I could do was hope.

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