EroticReverie

Liviana Love LaCroix

It’s been a week since my father nearly killed me. A week of recovery and waiting on my voice to come back. A week of sharing a bed with a man I’m in love with. I’m in love with Axl Shaw. A week of fighting the urge to beg to make love to me for the first time.  Because I know Axl Shaw. And he would just tell me no. Not while I’m only a week post near death experience at my father’s own hands. A good man. Axl Shaw is a good man. Not selfish like my father or the men who sexually assaulted me. He cares for me. Really, truly cares for me. 

It’s also pointless for me to ask him to make love to me because the doctor recommended plenty of bed rest. And didn’t want me engaging in any “strenuous” activity for at least two weeks.  . 

The talk with Gibson on the day I left the hospital was short and brief.  I was scared of hurting his feelings, scared of admitting I’d always been in love with Axl. But in true Gibson fashion, he’d just took my hand and kissed the back of it as he drove us back home and said. 

“Love you , yeah?” He’d asked and my lower lip had trembled and I nodded. 

“Just want you to be happy Liv. That’s all I want for you. You’ll always be my best friend. Always be my girl. But I’ve known you were never gonna be mine. We both knew it. It’s okay. As long as you’re happy. And you’re safe. That’s all I care about. Truly. I’ll miss holding ya, and kissing ya” he’d teased with a wink. 

“Just know. I love you. I’m not sure even when I fall in love with a woman that I’ll love her as much as I love you. You’ve been so important to me Liv. You always said you felt safe at our home, but you always felt safe to me too. I’m just glad we got to be that for one another.  And I’ll always be a safe place for you, yeah?” He’d said as tears streamed down my cheeks. I nodded

“Yeah” id said as I squeezed his hand. “Same. Always. Best friends yeah?” I asked and he’d smiled and nodded. 

“Yeah baby, best friends” 

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“Good morning Liviana” Axls voice rumbles as he pushes up the t shirt I’m wearing. One of his. He knew how much I liked wearing Gibsons shirts to bed and around the houses. So now Axl puts me in his shirts before bed and the first night he did, he told me he better not find me in anymore of Gibsons clothes. That I was HIS girl now. I’d just smiled and nodded

“Morning Axl” I hum as his hands glide the shirt up and slips down and presses kisses to my stomach, teasing above the top of my panties and then back to my navel and his hands push my shirt higher and higher till my breasts are exposed and his mouth moves a touch faster , racing soft kisses up my skin as he does every morning, like he can’t wait to kiss them. 

I loved terms of endearment, I loved how Gibson always called me baby. but Axl doesn’t do that. He always calls me Liviana. Not Liv like everyone else. And I like my name on his lips better than any term of endearment. I like how everytime his rough voice speak my name it sounds like a promise. 

His lips brush my nipple and the groan he lets out is slow and deep, his breath washes over the hard tight flesh and his tongue flicks over the point and I arch my back. 

“Does my girl need me to taste her body?” He asks and I whimper. My girl. He’s called his girl before. They all have. “Our girl”. That’s what I was to them. Theirs. But now when Axl says it , it’s more. I’m really his. I belong to him. I’ve waited three years for him to call me his girl. And the phrase on his lips , while I lay in his bed with his hands and mouth on my skin, is the best feeling in the world. 

“Yes” I answer with exhale and he groans and his one hand slides over my other breast as palms it as his soft warm mouth sucks softly at my nipple. His mouth opening more, sucking my nipple deeper into his mouth, his mouth taking more flesh than just my nipple as of he’s trying to fit my whole breast in his mouth. It’s soft but it’s hungry. It’s slow, but it’s urgent. His tongue pushes over my nipple as he sucks and groans against my skin. 

“Axl” I moan as his mouth pull back and my breasts pops from his mouth with a wet sound and then his mouth dips between my breasts. Kissing to the other as he shifts to lean over me a little and his hand slides away from my breast and down to my ribcage. I moan , writhing against the bed as he flicks my other nipple with his tongue , quick flicks that tease that tight flesh and have me squirming like I’ve never been touched before. Because each time he touches me , somehow feels new, feels like I’m being brought to life over and over again. 

He licks over my nipple and around it, and kisses the curves of my breast. The side. The underside , the inner part and the top , slow soft kisses and slight licks of his tongue on my skin. I whimper and he groans. His hand on my rib cage coasts to my side and down it. His hand molding to my body as it glides down the dip of my waist and over my hip and he clutches my hip where my panties rest. He groans and his hand slides up slightly and under my panties and grabs my hip again , as if that little inch of fabric offended him for keeping a hundred percent of his hand on my skin. 

This is all we’ve done each night and each morning. Other than a few nights ago when I woke up in a panic and crying and he had to “turn it off” for me. My clit aches for his touch , and I want to beg him for it. But don’t want to be selfish. And I like him taking things slow. I like that he’s careful with me and takes his time with me , I like that he doesn’t seem to only want my body, but want all of me. My heart. My mind. I like that he proves to me everyday that I fell in love with the right man. 

The Shaw men are known in the Swamp and among heights women and girls , for being intense lovers. Rough and dirty. And I believe it.  And I wonder why I’m different. Why Gibson was always so soft with me. And why Axl is too. I’d say it’s because they know what those men did to me. But I know it has nothing to do with that. Or maybe it does a little. But Gibson was soft with me before he ever learned what my father had done with me and made me do. And that night three years ago in the shed with Axl, he’d touched me like I was a gift. Like I was something precious to him. He’d asked permission to touch me then. And he’d touched me so god damn gentle , and kissed me just the same.  I liked how they made me feel worthy of good things. Of kindness and respect. Of care and gentleness. I liked how they showed me that there were still good men in the world.

Axl lifts off the shirt I’m wearing and then smiles down at me. His hand slipping from my cheek to behind my head and into my hair. 

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen Liviana” he says and I smile back up at him. 

“Youre the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen Axl” I say and his lips pull as he lets out a soft laugh. My eyes go heavy at the sound of it. I loved his smile. And loved the sound of his laugh. Because they deserve happiness too. All of them. 

He gently pulls me into him and turns onto his back and I’m laying on him, my legs falling to the sides as I straddle him, my breasts pressed to his chest as I kiss him. He groans and our lips part and my hands slide from his chest to his neck and into his hair as his hands go to my back and I shiver. His hands splay over my back possessively and hold me tight to him. My breasts press harder against him and his hands slide down my back and into my panties as his hands grab my bare ass as I moan. I rock slightly , pushing my ass into his hands and he groans into my mouth. Our tongues moving as I breathe harder and his one hand slides up and out of my panties and back up my spine and into my hair. 

“You know just how to kiss me, don’t you love?” He groans and I moan and kiss him deeper. Call me love again , I think to myself. Call me love everyday. Call me love every second. Because I know it’s not my middle name he’s saying. He’s calling me his love and I might just cry over it. 

“You sealed my fate with this mouth three years ago Liviana…I’ve never kissed anyone as sweet as you” he groans and I moan. 

“You were mine” I say and he groans as I kiss down his neck. 

“I was.  I am.” He says as his fingers slip into my hair , his other hand leaving my ass to slip up my back. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how old I was…but I knew you wouldn’t kiss me…I knew you were a good man….i just wanted to be kissed by a good man Axl” I says against his chest as I kiss down over it and he groans. 

“You were so soft with me” I moan against his abdomen. “So good to me….i think I fell in love with you when you asked for permission to touch me….and fell even harder when your touch was so soft and sweet…” I moan as I kiss over his navel and down his happy trail. 

“I’ve been in love with you for three years Axl, and I’ll be in love with you , for the rest of my life, I’ll always be yours, I’ll always be your girl” I say and my tits brush his cock through his boxers and he groans.

“You still have…another week Liviana…don’t go trying anything…” he breathes hard. 

He’s right. I can still feel the soreness of my throat and my vocal cords. My voice is even still a little hoarse at times and scratchy, and giving him a blow job probably won’t help at all. Even if I wanted to, he won’t let me. Because he puts me first. My needs before his own. And his pleasure Is last on the list of things he’s worried about. 

“Can I touch you?” I ask. My hand on his thigh. My fingertips pushing under the boxers that are already slid up his muscular thigh.  

“Liviana” he groans and I think he’ll tell me no. 

“Yes, you can touch me , love” he groans as he looks down at me. My hand teases and slips high up under his boxers. My fingers pushing towards his inner thigh and then back down and my hand goes back up over his boxers on his thigh.  I kneel between his legs. Leaned over and one hand on either thigh. I massage his thick thighs with my hands right near the bulge in his boxers. 

“Love” he groans and I love the sound of need in his gruff voice as he looks at my hands. His cock twitching beneath the thin fabric of boxers. 

“Say it again” I say softly. “Call me Love again”