EroticReverie

Liviana Love LaCroix

His mouth breaks from mine, he curses against my skin, ignoring my questions. I know where I belong. With him. Safe, with him. In his arms, in his home, with him. He wont admit it, but I know he knows I'm his. He's known it ever since that night, just like I did. It's why he wouldnt talk to me after ward, why he wouldnt look at me. Back then, I thought it was because he was an asshole, that just wanted to have some fun with me, then ignore me for being from the Heights. So I'd ignored everything inside of me, and pushed away my crush, and my longing for him. And eventually formed a bond with Gibson a few years later. But now, here with him, kissing him again, I realize why he avoided me. Ignored me. Because he knew it too. That I belonged to him. With him. That I was his. And he couldnt have me, because I was too young. 

I want to touch him. I want to touch him everywhere. But I know he wont let me touch him, at least not tonight. He says it's only for tonight , but he has to know that's not true. That I'll need him past tonight, that I'll always need him. 

"I need you" I tell him and he groans as I  rock my hips and grind against his cock, the friction stealing my fucking breath away and making me gasp. How could it feel like this? How could Gibson, try and try with me to please me, and my head would sabotage me, but with Axl...it just...happens....like nothing else is real, except for this. Except for him and me and this moment. 

"Axl" I cry softly as he kisses my neck, and I grip my hands at his sides, pulling myself against him as I grind against his thrusts.

"Shit" I hiss and my head goes back. "Axl, oh my god.." I pant as my orgasm builds higher and higher, it feels so fucking good I could cry. He hasnt even taken off my clothes, hasnt touched more than my hips , thighs and waist, and my back. My face. He cups my face and kisses me and I cry against his lips and I fucking explode. I cry out against his mouth , his mouth kissing my lips, whispering to me as I cum. 

"yes" he groans softly. "yeah baby, fuck" he mutters. I cry even fucking louder hearing his whisper to me, calling me baby as I cum. 

"jesus fucking christ" he groans grinds against me as I tremble, whimpering, my orgasm here and then gone too quickly and he stops grinding and pant as he slides his hands to the hem of my tank top. 

"I want to give you more, can I give you more Liviana?" he asks , looking at me and I nod, breathless, my body still shivering in post orgasm bliss and he slips my tank top up slowly, I watch as his eyes stay glued to my stomach, the follow the hem of my tank top as he exposes slivers of my skin, bit by bit and he hums as my navel is exposed and he squats down slightly and I suck in a breath, leaning back further on my hands as he kisses the side of my stomach and his lips brush against my skin. 

"how are you this fucking soft?" he mutters against my skin, his hands at my sides fingers tucked under my tank top at my back as he props his elbows on the table and holds my back as he drags his tongue over my skin. I whimper, my clit pounding still from my orgasm, my pussy wetter than ever from my arousal and my orgasm, and he just adds to it as he nips the side of my waist with his teeth and I suck in a breath. Watching he softly bites down more, slowly increasing the pressure and I moan. He groans and then sucks the skin instead and I bite my lip, his tongue pushing against my flesh as sucks hard, leaving a hickey at my side, right above my hip. 

"fuck you taste so good" he groans and drags his tongue back across my skin, to my navel, his tongue flicks the two little chains dangling, one a silver crescent moon, the other a silver star with a tiny little gem in the middle. 

"god Liviana" he groans, kissing my navel and back to the other side of my waist and he bites me again, slowly, increasing the pressure slowly, then sucking. Repeating the same thing and I want so fucking much it hurts. Hes careful with me, just like Gibson always is, but this...is so different....with Axl it's..something else, it's everything. 

"fuck" he mutters to himself, pushing up my top a bit more as his hands slip from my back to my sides against and his mouth kisses my skin, following after the rising fabric. 

"jesus youre so fucking soft" he groans , his lips brushing my abdomen and he keeps my tank top pushed up, right below my breasts as he begins kissing my torso, dragging his tongue along my flesh. 

I can barely stand it, the anticipation, the wanting more, needing more, needing his mouth on my nipples that have been so hard they fucking hurt. Needing more of his mouth on mine, needing fucking everything and anything he'll give me. 

But even this, his mouth on my rib cage, pressing soft kisses to my skin, is so good it hurts. I tip my head back as tears fill my eyes. because i dont want it to stop. I dont want it stop feeling like this. I want to be free of mind forever. I just want to be his, I want his kisses on me , making it all go away, every second of the day. I want his hands laying sweetly on my skin and making me feel the safest I've ever felt. 

I bite my lip hard, holding back the tears as he starts to lift my tank top, i feel the fabric slip over the underside of my breast, and my nipples are about to hit the air.

"Look at me." he says. I shake my head. 

 "Liviana...look at me." he growls softly. 

I expel a breath, but it comes out with a cry, and tears slip out of the corners of my eyes. 

"please just keep going" I beg without looking at him, my tears coming faster, slipping down the sides of my face and I cry even more as I feel my tank top being pulled back down. 

"dont stop, keep going, i need you to keep going, please" I cry. 

"Liviana" he says my name so fucking softly and I wince, squeezing my eyes shut as he gently takes my face in his hands. 

"look at me" he says, gently forcing my head back up, trying to make me look at him, but I keep my eyes squeezed shut. Their faces rushing back into my head, and I sob. 

"make it stop, please" my eyes opening , tears pouring out of them. I can barely see him throught he blue of my tears. 

"hey, i'm here, i'm right here" he says. "it's just you and me" 

I shake my head. "turn it off, please, turn it back off" I beg him and his jaw clenches and I pulled to his chest, his hand in my hair as I sob against his chest. My hands clutch at his back and my tears spill on his skin as I shake in his arms, crying so hard I cant even breathe. 

He'd made it stop. And now it was all coming back. 

I wasnt crying because of them. I was crying for him, crying because I hurt to feel so good, to feel so free, to feel everything good and nothing bad. He thinks I was crying because of them, but I wasnt, but now I was that he'd stopped. 

"Breathe" he whispers onto the top of my head, stroking my hair that has mostly fallen out of my hair tie. 

"Liviana, breathe" he says as I try taking deep breaths. 

After several minutes of being held, and kisses at the top of my head, and the reminder to keep breathing. Im able to stop crying, and he finally lifts my head from his chest, his one arm around back loosens from holding me tightly to his chest. 

"Can we talk?" he whispers. I shrug.

"Tell me what happened. What I did wrong." he says. 

I shake my head. "You didnt do anything wrong....I wasnt....I wasnt crying because of ...them....not at first anyways, not until you stopped..." I say and he nods.

"Why were you crying when I was touching you?" he asks.

"Because i was happy....because i was scared of you stopping....because i wanted you to keep kissing me and touching me forever....so it could always feel that way...." I say, sniffling, wiping my nose with the back of my hand and he reaches to the side, and grabs a roll of paper towels and rips one off and tip my chin up. He pats my cheeks dry first, then gently dabs under my nose and my lips trembles. 

"hey, stop that" he says softly, and his thumb brushes over lips. 

"im sorry for crying at all....i think ive cried more around you in the past few days than I have in front of anyone ever" I say and he presses a kiss to my forehead. 

"Im not scared of tears Liviana. I just dont like them on your pretty face" he says and then gently wipes the tears from chin and jaw. 

"Here" he says. Handing me another paper towel. I blow my nose and gently rub it with the rough paper towel. But it'll do for now. He takes the paper towel and the one soaked with my tears and then tosses them to the side in the trash and looks back at me.

He cups my face again and leans down, and presses a kiss to my mouth. It surprises me, but it's soft and he kisses me again, just as soft. My hands going to his forearms, and I press my mouth back to his. Our mouths dont part, our tongue stay inside our mouths, and he keeps kissing me, just like this. Soft brushes of his mouth over mine, and gentle presses of his lips, soft sweet pecks, some lingering longer than others. 

"I'm sorry I stopped, that I didnt keep it turned off." he says and I shake my head. 

"it's not your fault" i say and he lifts his chin and tips my head forward and kisses my forehead again.

"is it okay, if I bring you inside, and put you to bed?" he asks and I nod. Because, as much as I wanted him to turn everything off in my head again, to feel him all over me, I was mentally exhausted, my head hurt and my eyes hurt from crying. And im sure, he didnt want to make out with me after the scene I just caused. I'd killed the mood by freaking out when he stopped. 

He helps me down off the table and turns off the light and we walk out of the shed and across the lawn, side by side, his hand on my upper back, gently stroking my hair as we slip inside the door. 

I wash my face in the kitchen sink as he makes me a glass of ice water. Without any words, he hands it to me, nods. meaning he wants me to drink it. So I do. The cold temperature cooling my insides, I feel it sink down into my stomach. The sensation calming other nerves, it turns it all off just a little bit, to focus on the way the coldness seeps through me. 

While I drink the water, he grabs an ice pack from the fridge and then a towel. I set down the half empty glass of ice water and he places a towel on my neck then the ice pack over it, and I suck in a breath, then exhale. My eyes closing.

"Does that feel good?" He asks. I nod. 

"Good." he says gently and holds it there for me, my hands on the counter and my eyes closed, I hang my head forward slightly. 

His other hand rubs my back and I sweat Im going to cry all over again. him taking care of him. Someone finally taking care of me. 

"I'm gonna cry again." I warn him. 

"Why?" he asks, still rubbing my back.

"Nobody takes care of me." I whisper. But I dont cry. My eyes water, and nose burns and I get a lump in my throat. But I hold the tears back. 

"I do now." he says. I nod, Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath so the tears stay put. 

"yeah...you do." I say. 

"Violet too." I say.

"We'll both take care of her." he says softly. 

"All of us will take care of her. She's family now. So are you." he says and I nod. 

"I...." I start to talk, and he waits pateintly as I take a deep breath.

"I was so scared....for her....I knew...I'd never let them touch her...never let HIM touch her....." I say. My eyes watering and I take another breath.

"But what if he has already? What if I didnt keep her safe enough?" I choke out.

He rubs my back. I can feel him tensing, getting angry at the thought of anyone touching Violet. 

"Have you ever asked her?" he says as calmly as  possible.

I nod. "I've taught her...to always tell me...that nobody should ever touch her body but her....i did the best i could....but what if...shes keeping it a secret....because he told her to...like he did with me...what if he scared her into thinking id be mad if she told me? Mad at her?" I start to cry. He turns me and wraps me in his arms. 

"If he fucking touched her, if anyone touched her, i promise, when i kill them , ill let you decide how do it......ill make them suffer for days....weeks....months.....i'll get you justice for what they did to you....and if they touched her......i'll fucking chain them up for the rest of their miserable lives,.....starve them and torture them.....i'll fucking-"

He stops when he sees me lift my head and look up at him. 

"Keep going." I say. His brow lifts slightly.

"They'll never know a second of peace once I get their names Liviana." he says. 

I know I shouldnt be turned on by him talking about going on a fucking killing spree. But I was. I was turned on that this man cared that much about me, about right and wrong, and my little sister. I dont think my father has done anything, I'm always talking to Violet about her body, and reminding her what's okay and what's not, and I know she's not scared to tell me things, but there's always that feeling in the back of my head, the "What if". 

 I reach up behind my neck, removing the ice pack and towel, his hand slipping away. I set it on the counter.

"Please dont ever make me leave here." I say and he sighs. 

"Keep me." I whisper up at him. He nods.

"Yeah." he says. "Okay." 

I push onto my tip toes and he dips down and lets me pull his mouth to mine.

"Say you're going to keep me Axl" I whisper between kisses. 

"I'm keeping you Liviana." he says.

"Promise it" I say with another kiss to his mouth and he groans.

"I fucking promise"