A Fairy Tale for Big Girls – 15. chapter

He returned late in the evening. She lay in bed with her back turned to him. He undressed and sat down on the bed. She held her breath, exactly as he had expected. He lay down next to her and covered himself only to the waist. He took hold of her blanket, which she had drawn all the way up to her neck, and slowly slid it down to her backside. She froze, but did not move. He noticed the goosebumps rising on her skin. He was determined to ignore them. As gently as he could, he placed his palm on her shoulder. He kissed it lightly and began to stroke her. She did not react.

He pressed gently, forcing her onto her stomach. She did not resist. He propped his head on the palm of one hand, his elbow braced on the bed, and with the other hand continued to stroke her back.

“Elena may decide to leave at any time,” he said. Only after several minutes did she turn her face toward him, still silent.

“You are the only one here unwillingly,” he said, lowering his voice, and kissed her. “And I regret that.”

He wanted very badly for her to say something. She did not.

He lifted himself and pulled the blanket away. It pleased him immensely that she did not flinch, only lay there waiting. It was not exactly a sign of pleasure in what he was doing, but at least she was not afraid. Many beautiful nights lived in his memory, all beginning with the sight of her back. He straddled the naked body beneath him and settled on his heels, careful not to place his full weight on her thighs. With his fingertips he traced the slender line of her neck down to her shoulders. He knew she would resist him for a long time tonight, but that did nothing to weaken his firm resolve to win over her again.

He continued stroking her entire back, sometimes with his palms, sometimes only with his fingertips. His nails brushed lightly over her waist to her hips and back again. She did not react to the kiss on her neck, but when he made a damp trail with his tongue and gently blew across it, she sighed involuntarily and jerked away.

He smiled, satisfied and stubborn.

“Pull away while I allow it,” he whispered, feeling the blood rush low in his body. Her disapproving press of her lips did not seem important to him, and he continued stroking her. The second breath over the damp skin startled her as well. At the third she tried to move away. He slid his hand into her hair and held her still. He leaned close to her neck and heard her breathing quicken. She could not turn her head. His weight pinned her thighs. Her hands pressed uselessly into the bed.

“Shhh…” he whispered as he moved close enough to feel his breath reflect from her skin.

“I know this excites you,” he said softly. “And you know that is exactly why I will not stop.” She tried once more to free herself, but he held firm. He licked the skin just behind her ear and felt her tense in anticipation. He blew gently again and almost felt the shiver pass through her as she closed her eyes and caught her lower lip between her teeth. He watched her struggle not to close her eyes as he nipped her earlobe and realized, with satisfaction, that he was already winning.

He released her hair and straightened. His hands settled on her hips. He bent again and traced the small hollow above her buttocks with the tip of his tongue. He waited to see whether he would need to restrain her again. He did not. She lay still, biting her lip to hold back her sounds. Even this battle she lost when he blew softly again.

He returned his palms to her lower back and listened to her breathing grow ragged. Her arms were still positioned as if ready to resist, but her fingers now clenched the blanket. His hands slid over her buttocks, back to her hips, and squeezed lightly. She lifted her pelvis, rubbing herself against his hardness more than before. He could not hold back his own breath and quickly pulled away, lying beside her and stroking her with only one hand.

“I’ll do you in the ass, all right?” he whispered gently. 

Lili turned sharply onto her side.

“Are you out of your mind?!” she cried, horrified.

Her uncompromisingly clear refusal surprised him so much that his mouth only fell open. He recovered only when she tried to rise and he caught her.

“Wait,” he whispered.

“No!” she shouted. “Only whores do that!”

She struggled fiercely as he pulled her back.

He was surprised by how stubbornly such a small body could fight.

“All right, all right. Hush now,” he murmured, managing to wrap his arms around her shoulders and hold her close.

“All right. I won’t do it if you don’t want to. Hush,” he soothed her as she slowly, reluctantly stopped struggling.

“Shhh… I won’t,” he repeated, stroking her gently. “I truly won’t. I promise.” Then he smirked, earning her questioning look.

“I’ll save it for punishments,” he said, watching her knit her brows. “I have no reason to do something you don’t want if you are a good girl. But I will punish you that way if you disobey.”

She glared at him with hatred, but he smiled soothingly. He gently made her lie back down on her stomach.

“Easy. Not tonight. Don’t be afraid.”

She believed him.

He returned to soft strokes, and by the time his hands moved from her back to her buttocks, she had forgotten there was anything she disliked. His fingertips followed the curve of her buttocks down to her thighs. On the way back, she lifted her hips slightly. He traced the inner line of her thighs and she parted them a little.

All it took was the suggestion of his fingers moving between her legs. Instinctively she arched her back, lifted her hips higher, and spread her knees a little more.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, pleased by her surrender, and without hesitation pressed two fingers inside her. She folded her arms beneath her head, clenched the pillow, and buried her face in it. Her hot wetness welcomed even his rougher thrusts, and soon she could barely keep pace with her breath and tossed the pillow aside. He had no doubt she was his, but still savored the moment when she began whispering his name.

When she lifted herself slightly, he did not stop her. He withdrew his fingers gently and waited until she turned onto her side and pressed close to him. He wrapped his arm around her and returned his fingers inside.

“Mark,” she repeated, her hips now meeting his movements eagerly.

“Yes, little one?”

He did not stop, but pressed her onto her back. She moaned, unable to answer. He hardened his rhythm briefly, driving his fingers fast and deep until her hips pushed up to meet him. Then he withdrew. He slid between her thighs, watched her dissatisfied expression, and waited.

“Oh, come on!” she murmured.

It took everything he had not to move.

“I want you,” she finally managed to say.

He entered her at once. With what little restraint he had left, he tried not to thrust too roughly, but every time he attempted gentleness, she lifted her hips sharply to meet him. He held her tighter and fell after her into that wild, animal need…