I think I'm getting somewhere with Sloane. At least, I hope I was, because when I suggested she come to the club with me, I expected her to argue and tell me no.

When she said she'd be interested in seeing where I enjoy hanging out, the excitement that coursed through me was electrifying. All because I was curious to see how she'd react to this open lifestyle.

Other than trying to hide from Rocky, Sloane did an amazing job of allowing herself to be seen and heard—somewhat.

She spoke a little to Rocky.

And she allowed her emotions of how she felt to be heard—only I had to quiet her before we got kicked out of the voyeur area.

Yes, it's the voyeur area, and people pleasure themselves and their partners, but you're also supposed to restrain yourself by remaining quiet.

I'll have to work with Sloane on how to control herself in public, especially since excitement during sex is new to her. As for the bedroom? She can make all the fucking noises her little heart desires.

I can't believe her husband was like that with her. I'd hate to tell her this since she's still mourning the loss of him, but what a buffoon he was.

I'd call him a loser, or better, an inconsiderate prick, but that would be uncalled for because of the circumstances of where he is now.

Seeing Sloane orgasm for the first time and knowing it was her first time to experience that earth-shattering feeling was enrapting. Getting to taste her arousal was riveting—she tasted as wonderful as I always imagined she would.

It still pisses me off it took twenty years to taste her, something I always had hoped to sample when we were in the ninth grade. I wanted her to be my first, and I wanted me to be her first.

Obviously, it didn't work that way, but that's okay. She's here with me now, in my room, on my bed, about to have the best sex she's ever had.

In a way, I'm her first with Sloane experiencing what a fucking orgasm is. And I'm ecstatic that I was.

Now, after a month of being celibate, after trying to figure out my life and what I want out of it, and looking out for my future, the girl I once loved, hated, despised, and now back to head over heels for is lying on my bed, her hair fanned out beautifully, naked, and ready for me to excite.

As I undressed before her eyes, I noticed the look on her face.

She looks worried, as if I'm going to judge her body.

Nervous about what's about to happen between us.

And timid, like she won't be the kind of girl in bed I'm used to being with.

Everything she doesn't have to be around me.

However, there's a look of excitement in her eyes as well.

Leaving my boxers on, I climbed on the bed, hovered over and gazed into her frightened yet excited eyes, and softly ran my hand down the side of her face.

"You're beautiful, Sloane. So fucking heavenly and as pretty as a picture."

"No—" she started to say before hushing her with my finger.

"Shh. I don't want to hear you say anything you're not. Please get that out of your mind. Never do I ever want to hear you say anything negative about yourself. Got it?"

She eyed me for a moment, then nodded.

"Good girl," I praised soothingly, releasing my finger from her mouth.

Looking at the scars keeping her from thinking she was beautiful, I slid my finger along them, starting from the top of her forehead.

"These scars don't need to keep you from thinking you're not this gorgeous woman I look at you as. They're a part of you now, and I don't give a fuck about them. You shouldn't either. Like I told you yesterday, you need to learn to love them. I know it'll be hard to do, but eventually, these will be nothing to you."

I want to tell her I'll fix them for her. But before I tell her anything like that and get her hopes up, I want her to start accepting who she is, not continue comparing herself to who she once was.

And when that finally happens. I'll reward this woman with a beautiful surprise, her face back to where she'd like it to be.

That is, if that's what she wants after I finally get her mind back to where it should be.

I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed those lips like I owned them.

Technically, I do now—she's mine.

I peppered her face in kisses after leaving her lips, then trailed my lips down her silky smooth skin to her neck, making quick work of getting her tits to erect.

Once her tits got to where I wanted them, I lowered my mouth to the two perfectly sized breasts I love playing with using my mouth and hands.

I wrapped my mouth around her left breast, cupped her other breast with my hand, and teased her nipples with my tongue and fingers. Then, to test her pain tolerance and to see how much she'd handle her tits being abused in a fun way, I pinched and bit her nipple, then pulled until she yelped.

"Too much?" I asked.

"I wasn't expecting that," she panted, her chest heaving rapidly.

Moving to the other breast, I swapped my hand with my mouth and repeated the playing until she yelped again.

"Sorry," she whispered when I let go. "I'm not used to my nipples being tortured."

"You're fine. I'm just testing the waters here, curious about how you handle roughness, and looking to see what excites you."

Leaving Sloane's breasts, I lowered to her abdomen. The area she felt was disgusting to her. I slid my lips along her belly to remind her there was nothing wrong with her stretch marks and that they were there to show how strong she was to carry her children.

Trailing kisses along her marks, with my eyes on her face, I told her, "You're perfect in my eyes, Sloane. What's showing here is nothing to be embarrassed about. Many women have these, and even though they may not like them, they're still proud of them, and you should be, too. These don't turn me off, and that's all that matters."

I know I'm sounding like a broken fucking record with her. But I have to be. Otherwise, she'll never allow my words to soak in. She'll just keep letting them go in one ear and out the other.

Sloane's always been stubborn. But not this fucking stubborn.

I understand the scars bother her. She's a woman, and women always want to look their best around other people. So I get that. But if she can't accept what I see inside her own home, out of everyone's sight, she'll never feel comfortable going out in public.

She'll also continue being this depressed, broken woman she is now. So, I need to help her overcome this fear of hers. I also need to get her to understand other people's opinions don't matter.

And if I can get her to overcome those fears and love herself again, I know she'll be a much happier person—like she used to be when we were kids.

I'm no saint; I have my own issues, but I know how and where those issues started—something I won't get into with her. She already knows why—something I told her I just want to forget.

If we can get through this together, forget about the past, and focus on what the future holds, I know we both will be happy and love life to the fullest, just like how our lives were designed to be from the start—while being held hostage in our mothers' wombs.

I worshiped Sloane's hips and her legs—praising them for being strong and beautiful—hips and legs, that is. Then, I went for what I'd been anxious to please, taste, and relish—her pussy patiently staring me in the face—glistening beautifully for me.

She's already wet and excited for me. And now I can't wait to dig in and show her what should've been done to her pussy these last twenty fucking years.

My eyes shot upward to her face, seeing her hands were now covering her face—knowing what I was about to do to her. So I ordered, "Remove your hands, Sloane. Watch me worship this neglected, beautiful cunt."

"I can't," she whispered, her hands silencing her voice.

"Why not?"

"Because." she paused. So, I waited to do anything until I heard more of an explanation leave her lips. She knew what I was waiting for because then she added, "I'm embarrassed. Self-conscious—worried about how I smell and taste."

I blew air against her pussy, then said, "There's no reason to be embarrassed. And there's no reason for you to be self-conscious of where my mouth is about to devour. I fucking love pussy, Sloane—so fucking much. But what thrills me even more is that I'm about to finally have a taste and excite the girl I've always only ever wanted to please."

My tongue dropped from my mouth, and to see her reaction—I gave her just a quick sample of what I was excited to do. I slowly and gently tickled her swollen clit for just a hot second.

She twitched and then froze.

Just like how I figured she would.

"First. Nobody is watching us, so I need you to relax. It's just you and me. Second, I want you to know I love making women feel good. It makes me feel good. But what's even better about that is..." I paused and took another swipe at her clit.

Her breathing hitched.

"It's your pussy I'll be making feel good, making me feel good. The only pussy I want to satisfy from now on. Pleasuring a pussy is intimate. Before, I didn't care. I just ate to excite the woman I was with. Now, yours has become personal. I want to learn it and do everything possible to ensure it's always pleased and satisfied to the fullest. I want to always have you in a fucking beautiful world of sensations you never knew were there."

I slid my tongue a little longer against her clit this time, and her hips lifted.

"I want you to watch me, Sloane. Eating pussy brings on more chemistry between the two having sex. It turns me on so fucking much to hear the woman moan in pleasure, other sounds that leave their lips, and the way their body moves. It arouses me. But what's about to arouse me more is that I'll be doing this to you."

My tongue circled her clit this time—soft and slowly. Her body writhed, and her chest started rising and falling faster.

"Another awesome thing about eating pussy is finding that hotspot that gets her in the mood. It makes having sex with them so much more fun, satisfying, and enjoyable."

I nibbled her clit gently, and with her sensitive swollen button pinched between my teeth, I tickled it with the tip of my tongue. She moaned.

Letting go of her clit, I added, "But what I love the most about eating pussy is watching the woman come unglued, orgasming before my fucking eyes. The best part is, it'll only be you I'll be excited to watch orgasm from now on. And hopefully, every fucking day. And I can't wait to relish the taste of your sweet-tasting arousal. Twenty years ago, I dreamed of it. Now, I finally get to make that dream a reality. Watch me, Sloane. Lower those fucking hands, lift your head, and watch me devour you. Now."

Her eyes were tightly closed when she slowly lowered her hands from her face. Then her eyes opened, and she eyed the ceiling momentarily. Then they dropped to me.

"Use your elbows to lift yourself. I want you to keep your eyes on me and the pussy I'll be eating and fucking relishing like you wouldn't believe. Watch me pleasure you. Just like the voyeur area when you watched that woman eat Lilah's pussy, and the other room where the man devoured that woman's cunt. Be the voyeur to me, pleasing you."

Finally, she lifted her body, and I showed her a proud smile when she looked down at me.

"Focus on me. Remember, it's just you and me, so relax. Enjoy what I'm about to do. And don't you dare allow anything to keep you from enjoying it. Be open and free. Moan, scream, pull my hair, writhe that body like it's never moved before. Do whatever you want. Nobody here will stop you from enjoying what you are."

"Okay," she said, finally.

"I know your eyes will close the moment I go to town. That's fine. But if you keep them closed for too long. I'll stop and wait until you reopen them. Okay?"

After a moment of soaking in what I said, finally, she agreed, saying, "Okay."

I licked my lips and grinned, saying, "Bon appétit."

Sloane's hips jumped upward the second my tongue hit her clit, her head flung backward, and she loudly moaned when my tongue continued to slide up and down her clit, "Oh, God!"

Her head finally lowered, and occasionally, her eyes would close and then reopen when I'd slowed down worshipping her pussy, knowing that meant I was close to stopping what I was doing to her.

I wanted her to enjoy something her husband had never done to her, and I wanted her to see how thrilled I was to have my mouth between her warm thighs—pleasuring her, tasting her, and relishing her sweetness—something I never expected to do for the rest of my life.

Her hips bounced and swayed. Her body also trembled and shuttered, just like I hoped it would. Sloane's moans were also quiet and strained, as if she was trying to block them from being heard. So, reminding her, I sucked her clit into my mouth, thrust a couple of digits inside her pussy, and when I released her overly swelled clit while slowly rocking my fingers in and out of her, I said, "Let your excitement be heard, Sloane. I want to hear how much you enjoy me doing this to you."

She panted, "I can't."

I flicked her clit with my tongue and asked, "Why not?"

"Because it's embarrassing."

"It's not embarrassing, Sloane. It's fucking arousing. And I need to know if you're enjoying this. If you're not, I need to know that, too."

"I'm enjoying what you're doing. God, am I ever enjoying you doing this to me," she admitted, panting.

"Then, let me hear you," I said, thrusting my fingers inside her faster. "Make some noise. It's just you and me in the room. Let yourself go. Let yourself be heard. And let me know that you want me to continue doing this to you. You're free, Sloane. I'm here encouraging you to be as free as you've ever been. So enjoy it."

Anxious to see if she'll listen by finally submitting to my demands, my tongue returned to her overly aroused clit, and I carried on devouring her wet, electrified pussy.

A rush of intense emotions rapidly roamed through me when Sloane did as I begged her to do—she screamed. She moaned. She begged me not to stop. And she grabbed my hair and tugged, pulling my mouth deeper into her cunt.

"Oh, God!" she screamed, squirming. "I think I'm coming or about to!" she shouted as she raised her hips, holding them in place. Another deep sound left her lips, a heavy, intense moan.

I pulled my fingers from her wetness and swapped them for my tongue, telling her, "That's it, Sloane. Feed me that ever so fucking tasty orgasm; come on my tongue, baby."

She did.

And she tasted like heaven.

I wanted to share what Sloane just gifted me with and moved up to her mouth. I wasn't sure if she'd allow me to, but when I crashed my lips to hers, she took them like I hadn't been down devouring her pussy. And when her tongue slid along mine and got to taste herself, she delightedly moaned again.

"You listen so fucking well," I praised, kissing her. "If you can continue listening to me, you'll return to yourself faster than you think. You'll also be the happiest you've been in years. And I want to be the one to help bring you back to who you've always been."

A smile tugged at her lips as she slid her fingertips through my hair. "I'd like that. I'm trying hard to do this for you."

I shook my head. "Don't do it for me. Please do it for yourself first. Then, do it for me. You need to remember taking care of yourself is number one. Once you know you can do that, then do it for me. All I can do right now is help guide you in the right direction. And if you continue allowing me to help you find yourself, I promise you, you'll be rewarded in many ways you never thought could be possible."

Hearing that gave her another smile that hit my soul and heart hard—I made her smile—just like I used to when we were kids.

Kissing her lips, I asked, "Are you ready for me to make you squirm and scream again?"

An instant blush rose to her cheeks as she quietly and shyly responded, "I am."

I side-smirked, happy to hear she was ready for me to give her more. "So, you're ready for me to rock your world with my dick finally?"

Her face reddened even more. "For twenty years, I wanted this to happen between us and not just dream about the what ifs," she surprisingly admitted. "I never thought it would happen, so I just dreamed about it. So, of course, I'm ready. For once, I really want to experience what it's like to have sex with someone who wants me as badly as I want them, not making me feel like I'm a human version of a blow-up doll to release inside in."

I can definitely make you feel you're not one of those.

I kissed her softly and slowly again, smiling against her luscious lips as I said, "Your wish is my command."

I know I'm one always to ensure the woman I'm about to have sex with is on birth control, and thankfully, Trent did that for me the night of our threesome because I wasn't myself and had forgotten to.

Tonight, before having sex with Sloane, I won't be asking if she is. I already know she isn't. She had no reason to be on it. So, instead of asking what I'd usually do and wanting to be sure a mistake didn't happen at a time that wouldn't be good for her mental health, I reached into my nightstand and grabbed two condoms, hoping to give us both an extra sense of security that a child wouldn't come about.

I set the condoms on the nightstand, then rose to my feet, facing her. My hardened, anxious cock sprung free the moment I lowered my boxers, my eyes on her the entire time. And when she got the visual of what had just been poking her, her eyes widened.

Wrapping my hand around my shaft and giving it a couple of strokes, I asked, "Is this how you envisioned me to be?"

She shook her head.

"Are you sure you want me—this inside of you?"

She nodded. "Yes."

Curious to hear what she'd say, I grinned as I said, "What do you say?"

"Please?" she begged questionably as if she wondered if that's what I was looking to hear leave her lips.

It was.

Teasing her as I grabbed the condom packets and ripping them both open with my teeth, I asked, "Please, what?"

"Will you please fuck me?"

I was inquisitive about how she wanted me to take her. Because, well, I'd love to fuck her for all this lost time and because of the excitement of finally having the chance to be with her sexually.

I also want to fuck her in a way as if it were a punishment, to let her know she could've had me this entire time. Letting her know, I never would've been this guy fucking any woman willing to give me pussy. It would've been hers, and hers only.

She also wouldn't have had to settle with a douchebag that only looked at her as a fuck toy to have whenever he needed to release.

But I also would love to make love to her to show how much I want to please her and make her feel good.

So, lifting a brow, I asked, "Fuck or make love?"

"I'd be happy with however you chose to be with me. I just want you, Aaron. Show me what it's like to be with someone who worships the woman he's with—who'd rather satisfy the woman before themself. I just want, for once, to know what that's like."

"And you'll get that. I like to give, please, and satisfy. Not take and disappoint."

I rolled the first condom over my shaft, and then, as I started rolling the second one on something I didn't expect to leave her mouth did—she laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Why are you putting on two condoms?"

"To be safe."

"Do you always do that?" she asked, looking surprised and confused.

"No. I assumed you wanted to be safe because—"

"Aaron," she said, cutting me off. "I have the shot. After Paxton was born, I went on birth control. Logan didn't want any more children, and he didn't want to get fixed. And because I didn't either, I opted to be on birth control—just in case we changed our minds."

What a fucking relief.

I didn't want more than one condom hugging my cock, blocking her warmth. All I wanted to hug my dick was Sloane's warm pussy.

I flung the second condom into the air, climbed over her, and crashed my mouth on hers. And not wanting to dick around more than I had, I grabbed my cock, placed it at her opening, and in one hard push, I was inside her, not giving her any mercy. It was all or nothing.

Sloane's nails dug into my back. She left my mouth, gasped, and screamed, "Oh my fucking God!"

I know she's only used to the missionary position, but for our first sexual experience, I want it to be more intimate, so this is how I want us to start. We have a lot of time to do more than I'd like. For now, all I want is closeness. I want to hold her, kiss her lips, devour her neck, and show her how much I've missed her presence. I also want to feel her breasts rubbing my chest and her clit rubbing against my skin.

So, instead of fucking her as I was going to do at first, I'm making slow, passionate love to her.

She cooed.

She purred.

She moaned.

She smiled.

She trembled.

And she begged that I became rougher with her.

Don't get me wrong. I asked Sloane to be open and honest about what she wants from me. And I love that she did. It tells me more that I'm getting somewhere with her. But it's also our first time, and since she mentioned she's used to being used as if she were just a toy, I don't want Sloane to think that's what she is to me. I want her to feel and experience everything she should.

It's called respect.

"I will, Sloane. I just want to show you how much you're wanted and how much I care about you. We have all night to do so much more," I said, devouring her neck before returning to her mouth. "I don't want you thinking you're just another fuck," I said against her swollen lips. "You mean something to me. You're not them—a one-night stand to throw away when finished. You're mine. Finally, you're officially mine."

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