Scarlett's Will by Nicole Jardine (i like reading .txt) 📗

my heart. Every time he touched me my body tingled. I needed him, I loved him, I wanted him more than anything or anyone.

Arriving at his house, he unlocks the door then swoops me up into his arms. “We’re not married,” I laugh.

“We wouldn’t be any closer if we were,” he said as he kisses me. He sets me down inside. I take off my docs and flop down on his bed. He jumps down beside me.

“Now I’ve got you right where I want you,” he smirks as he grabs my wrists, pulling my arms above my head and kissing my neck.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said as he released my hands and pulled my tee shirt up over my head. He smiles as he traces his fingers along my lace bra. He kisses me as I lay still in his arms. He is releasing me from all my recent anger, anxiety and pain. It’s all gone as he holds me close to him.

No one has ever been so gentle and so concerned with my feelings before. He touches me so sweetly, not wanting to rush anything, always looking into my eyes for any hesitation. I want him so much, all of him.

“Scarlett, did you sleep with the devil?” he asks as his hands rest on my hips. I know what he’s asking and I know I have to tell him the truth.

“I guess you could say that I did, you have no idea how sorry I am. I have a million excuses as to why, when you’re the only one I ever wanted. I was cold, I was angry, I was hungry. I hated myself. I am ashamed but you should know I was tested at one of the shelters, mandatory rules and I’m clean. At least physically,” I confessed, unable to hold back my tears of shame. I roll away from him, frightened by what he might say to me. I didn’t want to see the hurt in his eyes. I shuddered as I felt his hands on my back and his warm kisses on my neck again.

“Scarlett, I’m not an angel, all I know is that I love you. Nothing else matters now that you are here with me, in my room, you are mine and only mine,” he sighs as his hands explore my body. I try and hold back tears as my head begins to spin. I can't fight my exhaustion. It feels like a cleansing, a detoxification in my blood as his hands massage my muscles. I feel weightless and free.

“Sleep Scarlett,” I hear him whisper.

When I awake in the morning Will hands me a glass of water. I nod my thank you as I drink. My throat felt so dry. When I set the glass down I notice he’s naked except for a towel he has wrapped around him, hung low on his hips so that I can see his muscles and just a tiny bit of hair peeking through. He looks so good, I can’t take my eyes off him. He grins as he grabs me and picks me up, carrying me to the bathroom. Once he sets me down he turns on the shower as he looks at me with his deep seductive eyes, all seriousness replaced by need. He reaches for the back of my bra that I’m still wearing and unhooks it, dropping it to the floor. I giggle as he slowly lowers my panties. He reaches for my hand and leads me into the shower.

Once I’m in I tilt my head back to rinse my hair when I feel his big strong hands on my hips. I smile as I open my eyes to see him in front of me. He has a cloth that he’s lathering up with a lavender and peppermint scented soap. He’s grinning at me as he begins to wash my shoulders and arms. The cloth feels slippery and warm as he rubs my skin, moving down my sides, he bends to pick up one of my legs as I balance by leaning on the cool tiles, which feel good as his warm hand washes my calf and my shin, moving up to my thigh. I gasp as he lightly brushes against the part of my body that has begun to throb. He lowers my leg slowly then picks up the other one. With the same slow movements he glides back up to my thigh, teasing me as he washes my inner thigh again lightly grazing me. He sets my leg down then turns me around so I’m facing the tiles as he takes both my wrists in one of his hands and raises them above my head. With his free hand he scrubs my back in small circles, then his hand comes forward as he slowly begins to massage my breast, pulling lightly, making me shudder as his hand moves to the other one.

My body feels like it’s on fire, my breath catches, my stomach muscles clench and there’s a throbbing between my legs that I’ve never felt before. He can sense my fear and my desire growing. He doesn’t release my hands as he continues, lowering the cloth to my buttocks he rubs each one vigorously. I feel as if I’m going to explode, I can’t take much more of this, but he continues, moving the soapy cloth to my aching, throbbing area, he rubs it slowly then picks up speed. I cry out.

“Oh, stop,” I moan, unsure of what is happening in my body.

“Never,” he responds as the cloth falls away and his fingers continue their assault. I have never felt so much pleasure inside before, just when I think I can’t handle anymore he gives me more. I feel him inside me, slowly then faster as he continues to hold my hands above my head, he takes me while still rubbing till I can’t control