Free Black by Aria Cole

enough, I’ll give you my cum. When I decide.” His lips were near mine now, hovering closely, threatening a kiss, a bite; I wasn’t sure. I wanted him, either way. “How does that sound, beautiful?”
    I swallowed past the sexual energy eating the air up between us, the anxiety twisting my stomach over just what Maxwell’s words meant exactly.
    “Answer me.” Maxwell nipped at my earlobe, warning in his words along with barely bridled passion.
    “Yes,” I stuttered, uncaring what I was agreeing to as long as I would find Maxwell between my legs again.
    “Yes, what ?” A confident grin flashed across his lips.
    “Yes, Maxwell.” My stomach twisted with desire on every word.
    “Good girl.” Maxwell’s lips finally connected with mine and he brought me to a swift and fast orgasm with his tongue. His thumb working the virgin rose at my back, his fingers invading the entrance between my thighs, and I was his. Completely. It was exactly where I wanted to be.

Fifteen
    Maxwell
    My eyes devoured the soft curves of her body, all rosy flesh and creamy skin as she washed herself in my shower after I’d gotten her off with my tongue. She was decadent. The fad of wafer-thin models I’d never understood. From the beginning, it’d always been a turnoff. When my buddies’ eyes were trained on girls with short shorts and no hips, mine were focused on the girl with an ass that I could really dig my fingers into. Something that I could really fuck and not hold back. Without hurting…
    My thoughts flicked back to a time long ago, remembering what it felt like to be the victim of someone’s hand. I flinched and Elle’s hands were immediately running across my scalp and down my sinewy muscles, bringing me back to the present and soothing me back into focus.
    “Are you okay?” Her soft lilt sent my heart stumbling a few beats. I wasn’t used to a woman’s concern, or anyone’s, for that matter. It made me feel special for the first time in too long.
    “Better now.” I stepped out, wrapping her in the extra-large towel before circling her in my arms. She looked up at me, wide innocent doe eyes, and my mind eased a little. The anxiety of the past few years fell away and I was suddenly focused on the beautiful woman in front of me. Keeping her happy, that was my only focus.
    Happy. It was a novel idea. I felt it in her warm eyes and her soft smile. She was mine, sent here to ease my untamed heart. I just had to be the man she deserved.
    “Will you tell me about the scar?” she whispered, catching me off guard as her fingertips whispered across the angry slash on my right cheek. My eyes flickered away as my thoughts were pulled back into the past, to a time I’d spent years trying to forget.
    “Someone hurt me a long time ago and I swore I’d never be the weak one again.” My fists tightened at her shoulders before I recognized that I might be hurting her and I released, clenching them instead at my sides. I swallowed the heavy feeling in my throat, thinking that at some point I’d have to tell her everything, but no way was that time now, not when I had her to worry about.
    “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.” She was suddenly in my space again, her arms wrapping around my naked torso, the plain white towel at my waist the only thing keeping me in control. My body seemed to rage like a wild animal in her presence, while for the first time in so long, my mind seemed to quiet. It was peacefully quiet. I found being around her was like inhaling fresh air for the first time. She kept the angry beasts at bay. Instead of days consumed in the library and nights devoured by lifting weights to keep the demons at bay, I now had her.
    “That’s why I work out so much. I like to stay fit and strong. I don’t like feeling overpowered,” I mumbled, thinking I had to add something to help her understand, without sharing too much, too soon and scaring her, or worse.
    She only nodded thoughtfully before padding out