Kink
kissing her hungrily and deeply, like he can’t get enough of her. Her hands slide up his hard massive thighs, to fondle his balls and still swollen erection. They move up and over the smoothness of his muscled stomach, touching him, feeling him, memorizing all of the contours and curves of his tanned body. John’s hands grasp her sides before sliding up and down her length, over her splayed out breasts and ribcage, then circling her waist and moving over her perfect hips. His mouth leaves hers and follows his hands, starting its exploration at the hollow of her neck and collarbone. His lips, teeth, and tongue taste and lick their way down until they come to the beginning of the garden of her scars.Brian gives Elsie’s sex one final lick, gathering all of her juices into his mouth. He begins to nibble his way up her inner thighs, over her sensitive pelvis and hipbones feeling her squirming beneath him as he does. His hands stroke their way up the front of her legs as his lips begin to feather across the sensitive scarred flesh of her abdomen.
Both men feel her tense beneath them, her anxiety feeding into them as if to say, ‘This is my secret bared for you to see.’
John sucks in a breath against Elsie’s flesh, as if he were pulling her fear away from her and into himself. His hands lie firmly at her sides, holding her gently in place as he begins to worship her scars with his lips. He strokes each line of raised flesh with his tongue, caressing it, soothing its pain and saying, ‘You are beautiful.’
Brian softly rubs his cheek against the bumps under his hands before turning his face to stroke them with his lips and tongue. Each pass is meant to heal and to replace the pain that went into each one with tenderness and caring.
Elsie had been dreading the moment that her vulnerability would be laid bare in front of them, opening herself up to John and Brian was the hardest thing she’d ever done. Sure, she had taken her clothes off in front of people before, but never had she given herself so completely, without any reservation, to anyone before them. She had not realized, before this moment, that she was teetering on a very fine line. On one side was the woman behind the mask she wore every day, shrouding herself in sarcasm and smiles and smartass confidence. On the other side was the scared girl, the one that had hidden herself away inside a dark closet, so many years ago, afraid to come out because she thought she didn’t deserve to be loved. These two men were slowly opening that closet door. The light is peering in and beginning to shine on that frightened girl, crouched in the dark corner, as John reaches his hand in to her and says, ‘Come with me, I will help you heal and care for you. Let me show you how beautiful you really are.’ The girl warily stands on shaky legs, taking his hand to leave her hiding place. Finally, she’s stepping away from that high wire which she’s been balancing on for so long.
Elsie’s anxiety melts away, her fear is gone and she feels safe, she feels wanted, and she feels beautiful.
John lays his cheek in the valley between her breasts and inhales deeply of her. He realizes that she has just completely given herself to them and he cherishes her for that.
“Come, Angel, it’s time to go upstairs,” he says quietly.
Brian was embracing her as well, holding her gently in the folds of his arms. He stands but doesn’t break contact with her. He can’t, not yet.
All of them are caught in the circle of this union, a bond so strong and so intimate that each of them know they are beginning a very special journey that will change their lives forever. John and Brian know that Elsie has just exposed her most private self to them, trusting them with her most sacred secret, and they respect her tremendously for that. Elsie has placed her trust in these two men, to care for and appreciate her, and she knows they will do that and more.
“I’ll go first, Baby Girl, and John will bring you up,” Brian says before he kisses her tenderly.
Elsie can’t help but admire Brian’s perfect body, as he turns and starts to walk up the stairs. His still lingering tan line proves he spends a lot of time in shorts, probably on the beach and surfing, the thought makes her smile.
“Are you ready, Angel?” John’s deep voice comes from behind her head.
She looks up at him from where she’s still laid out on the table.
“Ready and waiting, Mountain Man,” she smiles up at him. Elsie feels like a tremendous weight has been lifted from her, like she could float right upstairs on her own, because she doesn’t have to hide anymore.
“Well, I am not a man to keep a woman waiting. Let’s go, Angel,” he laughs, scooping her up from the table effortlessly and cradling her against his chest.
“John! I can walk,” Elsie squeals in delight as she wraps her arms around his neck.
“I don’t want you to walk, this is where I want you,” he says, smirking down at her as he bends to brush his lips against hers.
He’s across the room in two strides and he starts to climb the stairs. The butterflies in Elsie’s stomach are beginning to return. The nervousness must show on her face because John whispers softly, “Don’t worry, Angel, we’re going to take care of you. We’ll do everything, you just feel and let us take you away.”
“Can I just tell you how lucky I feel right now, Mountain Man,” Elsie tells him in a moment of unguarded closeness.
She wants to let him know how much this means to her without scaring him away. She doesn’t want him to think that she is some emotional female that