Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... turned from her, ashamed.

Daisy closed her eyes. She felt the knife twist in her gut. She’d walked right into it, eyes wide shut. It wasn’t just his fault. It was hers, too. Pete had tried to warn her. Hell, her mother tried to warn her when she talked of running off into the world. That people like him existed for people like her. Sometimes she could be stupid. When she opened her eyes again, she saw him sitting on the deck. His head was bowed; he looked as lost as she felt. Yet through it all, she felt compassion for him, that and something else. It surprised her. She walked over and knelt at his side. “Aiden?”

His eyes lifted to hers.

“Why did you tell me about her? The truth. It’s obvious you don’t like talking about it. But what is it you want from me? I don’t understand.”

Aiden looked away. She touched his face then lowered her hand. “You can’t exorcise a demon by becoming one.”

“Another of your Hollow Creek philosophies?” he said snidely.

“No, Aiden. That’s just me talking to you. I’m trying to be a friend to you. Are you too arrogant to have a friend?”

He lowered his eyes. She knew he heard her. Part of him wanted somebody to care. Isn’t that what they all wanted, a person to care for and about?

“Do what you want, Aiden Keane. I get the feeling you will anyway. But if you keep pushing people away, you can’t blame it on that woman who hurt your daddy. You have to blame that on you.” She rose and he grabbed her hand. His grip was strong ...

... and unyielding. Daisy looked down at him as he brought her palm to his mouth. His lips softly brushed the inside, warming her skin.

“No, Aiden. Stop.”

He pulled her around to him. She came along stiffly, trying to pull away, as he undid the front of her robe. She pushed down on his shoulders to step out of his reach, but he grabbed at the material, forcing her to stay. The wind blew the kimono back, leaving her nude before him.

“Aiden, stop! Please!”

He pressed his face into her lower belly and rubbed his nose into the nest of hairs over her sex. “Aiden, please, let’s just go, no more of this.” Currents of pleasure moved through her, below, and she parted her legs just a little. She began to pant, her no meaning yes and her yes meaning no. Aiden grabbed her thighs and his hands slipped around the curve of her hip to cup her butt cheeks, then squeeze. Daisy gasped. He brought his mouth to her; when his tongue flicked her clit, the walls of her vagina clenched through another jolt that shot to her core.

“Yes, Daisy. Don’t fight me… you’re mine. Don’t you know that now?” He groaned, pulling her down. She went, parted her knees to straddle his lap in a deck chair wide enough to accommodate them both. She should stop him. Her mind yelled at her to do just that. Her heart pleaded for her to let go, but he made her feel things. And she wanted a little more. Just a little more, then it was over. She’d never have to see him again. She didn’t belong to him. She never ...