Embraced by Faulkner, Carolyn (books for 8th graders .TXT) 📕

“Tell me you won’t leave me ever, Sweetheart. I need to hear it,” he breathed against her breast.

“I won’t ever leave you, Barrett,” Meg returned, not able to think a second before responding.

His white teeth razed the very tip of her nipple. “Not even when I spank you?”

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Meg did noticed that he’d used “when” not “if”. “Yes.”

“Or when we fight, which we will.”

“Or – “ her breath became more ragged as he sucked one nub while gently pinching and rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. “ – when – we - fight.”

His mouth wandered slowly, wetly up to hers. “Thank you.

I needed to hear that from your own –“ he kissed her “- sweet –“

*kiss* “- lips.” As their lips met, his hands carefully moved down her stomach to delve gently between her legs. At first, she started and would have prevented him from touching her so intimately.

But Barrett persisted, occupying her lips and tongue with his, giving her time to become more familiar with his touch as his fingers tenderly parted the soft folds of her moist flesh.

Meg reached between them to grab his wrist, but her fingers wouldn’t fit around his forearm, and her insistent tugging had no effect on his slow advancement toward the true center of her pleasure. “Shhhh,” he soothed against her lips. “Relax.” He could feel the tenseness of her thighs and belly, as if she expected him to hurt her. That was the furthest thing from his mind. Barrett stopped moving his hand and merely cupped her, speaking in a calm tone, as if she were a skittish filly. “I love the feel of you in my hand.” Her eyes met his, and she looked like she would bolt, which he was not about to allow. He simply kept talking to her.

“You fit perfectly into it, as I will fit perfectly into you. I will love you every night of our lives, with my mind and my body.” Slowly, her thighs parted without any thought on her part, and his thick middle finger stroked her most intimate spot, finding slick wetness to ease his way as he rubbed firmly over and over that tiny nub.

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She couldn’t help it, a low moan escaped her lips at the fiery pleasure that arced its way from his fingertips throughout her lower body, engulfing her in a feeling so good it was almost painful. When his mouth covered her nipple, she arched against him, helpless in his arms, helpless to stop the waves of pure ecstasy as the rolled over her as he stroked over and over her swollen, wet clit.

“Come for me, Angel. I want to watch you come.” His voice was soft but steel firm, husky from his own lust. Meg knew he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted, until she complied with him, bent to his will.

And her body was all too eager to do just that. The rough pad of his finger covered the entire of her pleasure button as he rasped it back and forth and back and forth. Meg thought she would split apart from the pleasure that it built inside her. Barrett watched intently as her head moved restlessly on the pillow. She had a death grip on his wrist, but he would not relent until he sealed her commitment to him with the gift of her orgasm.

Experimentally, he worried her nearest nipple, suckling, tugging, and pulling at the defenseless tip as her moans increased under his tender ministrations.

“That’s it, Darlin’. Scream if you need to, this room is all but soundproof.”

It was as if she had been waiting for that information. Her entire body convulsed under his hand and she did scream aloud as his finger continued it’s incessant torture, wringing every last bit of pleasure, every spasm of delight from her body. When he tried to pull her into his arms and hold her, knowing that it had been a very deep almost savage orgasm, she surprised him by flinging his arm away and crawling off the bed.

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“Meg?” Had he hurt her? She’d not made a sound since the first scream, but now he could see that she had simply expelled all her breath in one long sob, and was shuddering with the force of her tears. What the hell had he done to her?

Meagan was one raw nerve ending, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head; she’d never experienced anything like that before in her life. Yes, she’d masturbated. Yes, she’d indulged in some heavy petting with a few select men, although she had managed to retain her virginity mainly because she’d never reacted as violently to anyone like she did to Barrett. This was raw, animalistic - uncontrollable. She felt like she’d come apart with that orgasm, and all she wanted to do was crawl away and curl in on herself to pull the pieces of her shattered self back together.

“Meg?” He was standing near her, looking very puzzled and very concerned. She slapped his outstretched hand, and through tear-filled eyes found her t-shirt and underpants – the bare essentials that would at least let her get to her room and away – far away – from him. “Did I hurt you?”

Holding the rest of her clothing to her like a shield against him, she shook her head, not trusting her voice against the ache in of tears in her throat. He took another step toward her, and she backed away like he’d taken his fist to her, instead of