Chapter Twenty-Nine

                                    

                                          
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Elias Salazar 
   Well... I'll be damned. 
   Our chests heave against each other. Sweat coats our skin, dripping down my cheek. Her face isn't any better. Her hair is a mess all over the pillow, the messy bun she had when I came in is long gone. A thick line of sweat coats her face and chest, even on her legs. Her cheeks are flushed a bright red and her eyes are shut as she tries to regain her breath. She sucks in big gulps of air like she just ran a marathon. 
   Not like I'm in any better condition. 
   I lean down and tuck my head in her neck, breathing heavily. I let out a tiny disbelieving laugh as I struggled to hover over her, my arms feeling wobbly. I didn't finish, but I truly could not give less of a fuck. My girl looks like she just got the brains fucked out of her which is what I was trying to achieve in the first place. 
   I didn't go into this thinking about getting something. I though maybe I would get a little over the shirt action, possibly fondle her sweet breasts. But holy shit. I don't know how it got that far.
   I don't know what the fuck came over me. I don't know why I spoke to her that way. My hands on her throat, over her mouth, in her shorts, I mean— I don't know what came over me.
   I was just so dizzy with lust, I wasn't even thinking. My main goal was just making sure she felt good and I think I achieved that if I do say so myself.
   But a part of me felt like... like I had to prove it to her? To show her? When I asked her what her safe word was... my God, she didn't even know what the fuck I was talking about. 
   Now not to be disrespectful, but I know my girl has had sex before. And to learn that she didn't even know what a safe word was? To learn that some bastard didn't take the time to give her a word if she needed to tap out? It just pissed me off to a whole 'nother level.
   It felt like... like she had been disrespected. It felt like she had never had someone properly take care of her when they were intimate. It felt like... like she had been wronged in a way. 
   I don't know why my brain associated the two, but it's like I knew that if no one had the fucking decency to give her a safe word then definitely no one has ever made her come before. Which just means that all her past experiences were just... just fucking awful.
   So I wanted to show her. I wanted to show her that she would feel pleasure while also knowing that she would tap out at any given moment. Asking for consent... in the moment it can be used as a taunt. Asking them if they need to tap out when you know they're right there. It's making sure they're okay in the most intimate way possible and sometimes it makes everything and everyone feel so much better.
   And I feel like... I did it. I showed her that not every sexual experience is necessarily a bad one. I showed her that she always has a way to stop everything if she needs to. I showed her that she's safe around me when it comes to anything and everything. 
   "Holy shit," I wheeze. Still a little bit in disbelief over  what just happened. 
   I expected some type of response, but I didn't get one. Which is fine, her chest is still rising and falling pretty harshly so I'm gonna let her catch her breath.
   I drop down to my elbows and completely cover my face with her neck, giving it a lil' kiss. I'm trying to recover myself, but I know I have to take care of her first. It's not like we actually had sex, but I still need to make sure she uses the bathroom just in case.