Opening the button of her jeans, he popped them open and slid the zipper down. Cupping her hips, he pushed her jeans down her thighs. She wiggled, helping him push the offending item of clothing down.
Releasing her br**sts, he sank down in front of her. He placed his hands on her h*ps so she knew where he was.
“I’m going to take off your pants.”
“Don’t let go,” she said, biting her lip.
“I won’t, baby, I promise.”
“You make a lot of promises.” She let out a breath.
He didn’t respond and started to peel her panties away from her. Pubic hair covered her pu**y, obscuring her from his view. When he was close to a razor he’d be trimming her hair so he could see the lips of her sex.
She smelled feminine and sweet.
“You’re not talking. Is something wrong?” she asked.
“No, nothing is wrong.” He let go of her hip and started to slide his fingers through her hair. “I want to remove some of this hair when I get my hands on a razor. Will you let me?”
“Yes, if you promise not to cut me.”
“Don’t you know by now that I’ll take care of all of your needs?” He returned his grip to her hip and walked her back. Once the backs of her knees hit the bed she sat down. “Actually, will you trust me to go and get that razor? I don’t want to leave you alone, but I also want you to feel everything I can do to you.”
“You want to leave?” she asked.
“I’ll be back. I’ll lock the door, and all you have to do is sit here and wait. There’s a shop down the street, and I forgot to get rubbers, babe. I can’t f**k you without a condom. You could get pregnant.” He groaned, dropping his head onto her leg. “Fuck, you make me want you so much that I’ve forgot to get condoms.”
She chuckled. “Okay, erm, could I lie on the bed while you’re gone?”
“Sure.”
He helped her onto the bed then kissed her lips. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
****
Sasha heard the door go and then silence. “That’s it, he’s gone. He’s gone, and I’m lying on a bed talking to myself because I’m going insane. No one is here, and I’ve got nothing to say.”
Running her hands across the bedding she tried to bring some focus to her little world. One morning with Pussy and she’d left Piston County behind. Had Pussy claimed her? She didn’t understand what any of this meant. Holding her hands in front of her, she thought about the feel of his body underneath his touch. He’d been hard, each ridge of his muscles outlined against her palm.
Silence filled the gap in between her talking. She hated this. If she had her sight she’d be able to watch television or sit beside the window looking out at the night. Her vision was a constant, never ending night.
Would he come back?
Over the years Kenneth had made her believe that she was a nuisance. Even her own mother didn’t want to know her. Her mother spent most of her time at the bottom of a bottle or throwing down some pills rather than spend time with her. Every now and then, the old mother she knew would appear with food and conversation. Whatever Kenneth said was a lie.
Push them aside. Stop thinking about either of them. They’re nothing right now.
She did her best to ignore them and focused on the silence that surrounded her. In no time at all, the door was opening. “I’ve got the stuff I need, baby.”
The door closed, and more shuffling happened.
“Shit, I should have left the television on, shouldn’t I? Fuck. I’m so sorry.”
Sasha giggled. “You don’t have to keep apologizing. I’m more than capable of looking after myself. I didn’t get into any trouble lying here.”
“Still, I’m going to have to learn to take care of you.”
The bed dipped, and she let out a yelp. “Fuck, I’m just sitting beside you.”
She nodded, reaching out but coming against air.
“Here, I’m here.” Pussy took hold of her hand and placed it on his body.
“You’re there.” She touched his body and frowned. “You’re naked?”
“I didn’t have time to put clothes on. I wanted to get the stuff and get back to you. I forgot to put a shirt on. It doesn’t matter. The guy at the store didn’t charge me much. I think he was too busy ogling my hot bod,” he said.
Chuckling, she squeezed his arm. She really did love the feel of his skin in her hands, and she told him so.
“See, you only want me for my body,” Pussy said.
“No, I want you for more.” She did her best to smile.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” The bed creaked under his weight.
“Okay.”
His fingers slid over her cheek, and his palm went to the pillow at the side of her head. At first his lips grazed hers, showing her where he was. “I’m close to you now.” His tongue caressed her lips, and she opened her mouth.
Meeting his tongue with her own, she kissed him deeply. Circling his neck, she moaned as his body pressed to her front. His chest grazed her ni**les. Crying out, she held onto him, never wanting to let him go.
“Fuck, I’ve never felt this way from a f**king kiss,” he said, muttering the words against hers.
“I love you kissing me.”
Pussy tensed. “What?”
“I like when you kiss me,” she said. What was wrong with what she said?
“Good.”
You said the love word. Men hate the love word. Don’t say it again.
“I’m going to get some water,” he said, releasing her.
He moved away from her, and she was alone again. She heard him moving around.
“Are you in the bathroom?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m going to trim your pubic hair.”
“That’s very clinical.” No one had touched her between her thighs. Pussy was the only man to get this close to her, and she wasn’t going to let anyone else near her. The only person she wanted was Pussy. If she’d had her sight, she wouldn’t have stayed at home. She knew in her heart she wouldn’t have let her mother get this bad. Some way she’d have put a stop to it. In the back of her mind she couldn’t help but feel let down by her mother. She shouldn’t have to take care of her mother.
More movement reached her ears as he put stuff down.
“I’m just putting this bowl on the drawer beside the bed.”
“I’m sorry I said love. It was stupid of me.”