Free Disarmed by Aliza Mann

hold the keys to making him whole again. It was clear then, that he would dream of her during his darkest periods because she was his torch that would light the way.
    To Jessie’s surprise, Mavis didn’t pull away from him. She allowed him to hold her hands, to touch her precious, delicate skin.
    “I don’t know if we can go back to what it was before . . .”
    “I’m not asking you to go back there. I’m asking you to move forward with me. I want to be honest with you. I need to share the experiences that have made me the way I am. I won’t ever be that boy who followed you around again. And you won’t be the girl who allowed me into your bed at my whim. We have to start here, now. There are parts of me that are as black as night. I’ve killed people while I was away. But, I still love you and you are the only person who makes me feel again. Without you, I’ll lose my humanity. You keep me from becoming a savage beast. I need you.”
    Mavis’ shoulders quivered and tears ran down her cheeks, dripping onto her shirt.
    Jessie’s heart swelled as he watched her, so angelic and vulnerable. She hadn’t looked at him again. She stared into the darkness of the night.
    The compulsion to soothe her pain overcame him. He gently placed his arms about her shoulders and turned her to face him. He tilted his head, placing his partially open lips over hers and indulged in her sweet mouth.
    It was a kiss, but he tried to make her feel everything that his words lacked, all the sincerity and love he had held back from her for too many years was encumbered into that simple kiss. Her svelte body leaned into his and her arms slid into the tightness of his arms. They devoured one another, nibbling and gasping from desperate gulps of air.
    He leaned her back onto the cool porch, which felt refreshing in the humid air. He slid his hand down to her waist, feeling her soft skin just beneath her tank top. Any other night, he would have longed to take her, but on this evening, he suppressed his urges to conquer her sugared mound. Instead, he delighted in pleasuring her. He allowed her to have her way with him as she rolled atop him and continued to kiss him with abandon.
    When she stopped and laid her head on his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and held on to her as if he were afraid to let her go.
    “M?”
    “Yes, my love?”
    “Can you please tell that dude in your house to leave? I’m ready to go to bed with you and fall into a coma-like sleep.” He remained calm, not wanting to start another argument.
    “I would, but he’s my cousin Brian from Massachusetts and he’s staying with me for the week.”
    A symphony of emotions roiled through Jessie. From embarrassment to fury to confusion and finally to amusement, he stood and pulled Mavis to her feet.
    Draping his arm over her shoulder, he didn’t ask any questions. He merely accompanied her into her house, locked the door, and went to bed after apologizing to Brian, and wrapped around her like a comfortable, old blanket.

Chapter 11
    Jessie felt like a train had slammed into his body. The repeated and furious sessions of lovemaking over the last week had left him spent, yet the simultaneous desperation to feel the silken skin of her bare vulva against his shadow of a beard and to slide his manhood into the tightly wound orifice just inside her tantalizing mound continued to torment him. The hot rush of fluid surging from her core had supplemented him for the last few days—he held a thirst for it, as a dying man craved water on his lips.
    Mavis sashayed from the bathroom of the master bedroom in her home. The pillows beneath his head smelled of flowers, and his sublime view of her nakedness- beneath a dangerously short robe that dipped low in the front, made him feel like a rich man, blessed with wealth that most men would never possess.
    “Good morning,” he mumbled from his dreamlike, morning haze. He woke to the smell of coffee and eggs wafting through the