"Cara..." she whimpered on the verge of again refusing as her soft palms cupped my battered face.
For a brief moment, that felt far more like an eternity, she studied me. I wasn't sure if she was taking account of the damage my husband had wreaked on me or merely trying to figure out if I really wanted her or not. Either way, my breath hung heavily in my chest until she pressed her lips feather lightly over mine. I found her soft sweet concession equally as intoxicating as I'd found her brazen heat the night before.
As my hands sought to free her of her satin wrapper, she moved to assist, aiding me in pushing the barrier of fabric away from her beautiful body. My hands seemed to find themselves over whelmed, I wanted to touch all of her at once. I didn't want to seem clumsy or inept, but my hands moved over her soft delicate skin with the impatience of a child with a new pet. To my surprise, she didn't seem to mind at all. Each brush of my fingertips over her body quickened her already ragged breathing.
"I have no idea what I'm doing." I admitted innocently against her full soothing lips. My heart was pounding so fiercely as much from the fear of disappointing her as from the excitement of feeling her against me.
"Don't think about it." she smiled warmly, pressing gently against my hips with her, wordlessly encouraging me to roll onto my back. I watched breathlessly as she pushed the heavy comforter completely aside to move her body over mine.
"But I want to please you." I argued honestly as she spread my thighs and knelt between them. I couldn't help the awed expression that covered my face. Studying her full round perfect breasts as they bounced and jiggled with her every movement just seemed to fascinate me beyond belief. I wanted her tiny hard nipples between my lips so bad but my insecurity took the driver's seat as always.
"You know what my little kitten?" Hailey said, looking down at me thoughtfully just as her manicured nails began to lightly rake their way from my bare knees up my overly sensitive thighs to grasp the hem of my borrowed t-shirt. "I'm beginning to think that perhaps you're over dressed for this occasion." she said so seriously one would have thought she were giving a scientific explanation of cold fusion.
"You think so huh?" I frowned cautiously. "Maybe you're right." I sighed as I arched to allow her to pull the soft fabric away from my still damp chilled skin.
I don't know why I was so self conscious of my body. She had after all seen me bare already. Too many years of being told how unsuitable I was I suppose. As she knelt there staring down at me as though I were the most magnificent thing she'd ever seen, I couldn't stop the tears that filled my tired eyes. It was so painful to watch some one else look at me the way I'd spent years praying that my husband would.
"You're breaking my heart Cara." she breathed, her hand moving slowly to catch the first tear as it streamed down my temple.
With out thinking, I turned to kiss her small delicate hand affectionately. "It breaks your heart that I love the way you look at me?" I asked softly, letting her know that my tears weren't a bad thing. Well not entirely bad anyway.
"Your tears." she frowned, lighting running her index finger over the cut on my lip. The stern set of her mouth let me know that she was silently cursing my husband.
Shyly, I took her slim finger between my lips. I rubbed the tip of my tongue suggestively back and forth over the pad of her finger. I was rewarded by a weak moan escaping her parted lips. My hand slid up her arm to lightly press against her elbow, forcing her to bend to me. My other hand caught the back of her neck and drew her to me. My lips released her finger only to go in search of her velvet tongue.
As our lips met, I felt myself once again being overtaken by an unquenchable desire. The light caress of her tongue against mine was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Each kiss from her ruby lips seemed new and unique and indescribable. Oh I was absolutely right where I wanted to be for the first time in my life.
Her hands caressed their way from my face to my breasts so slowly that it felt as though they were making an epic journey. Finding my nipples already hard and throbbing, they went to work quickly at teasing the high aching little nubs of flesh, as she continued working her tongue in and out of my mouth mimicking the thrusts of the most passionate love making. She captured each of my breathy lust filled moans dutifully between her lips. A cry of pleasure and pain tore from my lips as she gave my nipples a good hard twist.
"I'm sorry." she breathed apologetically.
I know that she hadn't meant to be so rough, but I couldn't deny that a part of me liked it. My pussy began to ache painfully wanting to feel her touch. All from one little pinch. Not that I wasn't enjoying the softness, but at that moment it was the pain that really threw gasoline on the fire.
"Please don't stop." I found myself moaning, arching beneath her to press my large breasts more firmly into her palms.
She watched me cautiously as she began to knead my breasts. Lightly at first, her hands becoming more firm and enthusiastic with each of my pleading whimpers. Each time I would arch beneath her she'd squeeze harder, making me hotter and more impatient. Alas, she bent at the waist and took one of my nipple between her lips, sucking it mercilessly. As her fingers began to twist and torture my other nipple, my arms entwined instinctively around her waist.
Experimentally, my palms cupped her full round ass. My finger nails dug into her sensitive flesh as her teeth grazed my nipples teasingly. Her moan of pleasure, as my nails began to rake a path roughly from her ass up her smooth back, had me desperate to cum. Curiously, I lifted my hips to press against her flat abdomen.
"Impatient little kitten." she teased breathlessly, flattening her body atop of me.
I cried out in agony as her pubic bone pressed hard against my aching clit. I wasn't certain what she'd done, but it felt as though my pussy had just been branded like a yearling calf. Immediately, I began trying to squirm from beneath her. I knew I shouldn't have but for some reason my mind associated the pain with her body.
"What's wrong?" she asked in concern, easing away from me confusedly.
"I don't know. It just hurts." I said, annoyed to hear my voice sounding like that of a frightened child.
"Let me see." she demanded, backing away from me to bend her face closer to my clean shaved pussy.
It surprised me that I wasn't a bit embarrassed as her fingers gently separated my labia to carefully examine my vagina. I interlaced my fingers beneath my head and waited patiently for a diagnoses. Concern entered my mind as I heard her soft indignant gasp. I stared in wide eyed anticipation as she sat up and I saw the rage that filled her warm eyes.
"What's wrong?" I questioned curiously.
"You have a couple of tears just above your clit Cara." she said matter of factly. "How the fuck did that happen?"
"I don't know." I shrugged honestly. "They can't be that bad, the water didn't bother them." I said seriously.
"They're pretty deep Cara. I wish you would let me take you to the hospital." she started in again. "You may not know what happened to you but I have a pretty damn good idea." she said seriously.
