Secret Smiles and Three Little Words Pt. 40

Trevor scanned the church, he saw his mother and father in their normal spot, but now his grandmother's spot was occupied by other people. The shunning begins, he thought to himself. This angered him, his parents hadn't learned a damn thing he barked inwardly. He dropped his head and shook it angrily.

Marylyn sat there, silently clutching her bible. The one time salvation held within the church now lay beyond her reach. Now she felt what Livy had felt. The isolation, the desolation of solitude. She remembered Al's harsh words about how the church shunned Livy, but what was worse was the people she absolutely should have been able to count on, her family, shunned her as well. She felt her heart break with the knowledge that was now happening to her.

Now she began to fathom what Livy had felt. Now she felt what drove her to her end. It was that empty feeling she now had in her stomach. Utter loneliness. Standing alone in a crowd of uncaring, unfeeling, self-righteousness. The tears were unstoppable.

A strong hand softly picked hers up and held it. She looked up and found Trevor sitting next to her, a young girl next to him. Marylyn blinked back her tears as she looked to him. He winked at her as the sermon began. Marylyn felt the warmth of salvation, she was saved at the last minute by love. The tears flowed and Trevor wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in to hide the tears from the rest of the church. He felt they didn't deserve to see her at her lowest moment.

She did not hear a word of the sermon, the voice of Rev. Sellers she listened to so intently for a near lifetime of Sundays now a soft drone. A fly buzzing in her ear. She didn't realize the sermon was over until Trevor stood, then the sounds came back.

"You ok Grandma?" Trevor asked her. She took him in an embrace and held him tightly and he reciprocated.

"Thank you Trevor," she whispered in his ear.

"For what?"

"A lesson I needed to be taught!" she smiled as she leaned back and smiled at him, softly touching his face. "Now, who is this very pretty girl you have?" Trevor looked at her for a second processing what she just said. He smiled.

"This is Ginny," he smiled. "My girlfriend."

Ginny looked to him surprised he said it to his grandmother who everyone knew was against young people dating. She had heard the woman rant and belittle those who allowed their children to date without the parent's direct approval. She also knew this woman set up her daughters with their husbands. All but the 'Legend' anyway.

"Hello Ginny," she smiled as a tear came down her face. Her body warming. "You have picked a good one! Not many men in this building are as good a man as my grandson."

"I know," Ginny agreed apprehensively. Waiting for the reprimand, the fire to explode from the holier than thou Marylyn Lasko.

"Well," Marylyn smiled touching Trevor's cheek again. "I should go." She turned to leave.

"Grandma?" Trevor stopped her. She smiled.

"It's really quite exceptional," she interrupted him causing him to tilt his head at her.

"What is?" he asked her.

"Love, you two treasure it," Marylyn nodded. "I love you Trevor."

"I love you too Grandma," he choked out. Ginny put her hand in his and squeezed.

"You take care of my grandson, he is precious," she said to Ginny. "And worthy of a great girl...I can see great things in him. Things I need to learn." With that she spun away to hide the tears from the rest of the church. Tears they didn't deserve.

***

Alex carried Nora up from the car, the small girl snoring softly against her, her gentle breath warming the side of her neck. She laid her new charge gently in the bed and carefully took her shoes off of her. Alex then sat on the edge of the bed and watched the young girl sleep, it seemed to relax Alex watching the girl.

Slight movement from the corner of her eye caused her to turn quickly towards the door. The smile broadened on her face as she saw him there.

"I thought you were coming up tomorrow?" she said softly.

"I know," he replied. "I couldn't stand the idea of going to bed alone again. I guess you have spoiled me."

She got up and made her way to him and gently kissed his lips. Softly at first, then harder as the sudden passion exploded within them. She pushed him from the room and he spun her and pinned her against the wall. He took hold of her hands and slid them up until they were above her head as he began a long, slow nibbling of her. Starting with her lips, moving down from there.

Down her cheek to her jaw line, his teeth gently nipping her flesh. Her eyes fluttered closed as he did this, the embers that she had forgotten about in all this sadness erupted like a fading fire that someone threw gasoline on.

She tried to drop her hands to him but his grip tightened when she tried to free herself from his hands that held hers above them. She smiled, the Dom she so needed was here. Lost was the helpless feelings she had been enduring. Livy's death, her father's heart attack, her mother's shunning, all moved to the background. Now that she was within the safety of her Dom's vicinity, she was free. Free to be without decision. Free to respond with whatever he evoked from her.

No more worry, now only response. Response to his lips on her mouth, her tongue dancing and twirling without confinement of heartache. Response to his hands, the one that pinned her to the wall, the other that was softly running his fingers across her body causing it to ripple with pleasure.

Gently he slid into the top of her panties, pulling her underwear gently from her body as he slid beneath them like they were a hot sheet. His fingers going maddeningly slow across the soft flesh of her Venus. His fingers gently finding her heat and rubbing the outside. But what she wanted was him on the inside. She hadn't realized how neglected they had been, but now, with his hands on her, she realized just how much she was missing.

Gavin dropped down suddenly, releasing her hands but she held them there knowing that's exactly where he wanted them! He yanked suddenly on her panties ripping them from her body causing her to yelp as the flash of pain ripped through her as easily as her panties were ripped from her. He tossed them aside, and she realized, the wolf had come from Chicago.

He wasn't gentle. His mouth devoured her like he hadn't eaten in days. His mouth everywhere at once. His tongue pushing and prodding. Forcing little gasps of pleasure with each jab of his tongue. He let one hand climb up her body to squeeze her mound of flesh, he held one and it served a dual purpose, the first was the pleasure it evoked as he held her firm breast within its grasp while his thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple through the thin lace of her bra.

The second was the control he had over her with it. He had her pressed against the wall with his grip, her mouth opening slightly as he continued his assault on her sex with his mouth. His talented tongue working her as only he could. Her mouth opening wider and wider as her body responded to him.

He stood up suddenly and covered her widening mouth with his, before she even realized he had left her dripping sex. Her hands dropped to the back of his head as he kissed her so hard she thought they would meld into one.

His hands wrapped into her hair and snapped her head back with a sudden yank.

"No," he commanded, his eyes flashing at her.

She instantly put her hands back up above her head, her hands now bound by invisible rope. Her smile faded into a passionate gasp when his teeth began to bite and suckle her neck. Causing her flesh to redden under the semi-hard biting.

He pulled off of her and looked her in the eye before drifting over her face and down to her neck to see the effects he was having on her. Her rapid breath, her hardening nipples. The red marks from his mouth. The lips of her mouth slightly puffed from his hunger. His hand came up and took her gently by the throat, what was once a menacing gesture to her, was now a cocoon of safety. Like a wolf pup safely within the sharp jaws of its mother. Fierce and protective when they had to be, soft and loving when needed.

He pulled her gently from the wall, her hands moved behind her without being told, either by him...or her. He led her to the bedroom, pushing her backward as he followed her. Their eyes never leaving each other. Her eyes finding what she so wanted...no what she needed she decided.

The back of her legs hit the edge of the bed and they both stopped. Still staring at each other she never felt so desirable. It was the way his eyes took her in, like looking at her was a command he couldn't resist.

With one hand still around her throat, his other hand came up and cupped her face, his thumb resting on her lips, dragging across them as she parted them slightly. His thumb dipped into her open mouth and she nipped it gently. Pulling a smile from his concentration. She couldn't stop her own wicked little smile from coming out.

He ran his index finger down her chin and his hand on her throat moved to the side as they began to work in a concerted effort of immense pleasure. His thumbs joined as he ran them down and carefully gripped her around the center of her throat. Her eyes told him all he wanted to know, no fear in them. Trust built on love.

His hands moved from their hostile position, down they went, his thumbs breaking at the notch at the base of her throat. His fingers touching her molten skin covering her heart that was beating like a jackhammer in her chest. His eyes left hers as he watched his hands touch the most beautiful thing they have ever had the honor to feel.

Around the edges of her dress lapels that folded over one another forming a "V" that connected to a row of buttons that went all the way down to her belt line. The left side of his smile ticked up sinisterly and she smiled when she recognized it. Oh yes, the wolf was here!

With a sudden show of strength and speed that surprised her, the buttons of her dress exploded off their threaded binds as he ripped them apart with his hands. The shiny bits of plastic showering into the darkness of her old room, the only remnants of them was the sound of them hitting the wood of the floor with a rattle.

His eyes lifted from his destruction of her dress to her eyes and found her biting her lip.

"That's mine," he reminded her in a near snarl, she released her lip just in time for him to crush them with his mouth. With a gentle suckle he pulled the lip from its position against her teeth. His eyes never broke from hers. He let it go and it snapped back into place.

His hands began to rub her newly available flesh, running his fingers up to her shoulders pushing the destroyed front of her dress off her so that the tattered material hung just above her elbows. Now she could only watch, now she was no longer a participant in this sexual conquest, but a voyeur in the scene. Unable to stop him, not that she wanted to.

She watched his eyes inspect her flesh, the uptick at the corners of his lips told her all she needed to know. He was pleased. His hand went flat against her hot skin in an attempt to touch more of her, his fingers sliding gently under her shoulder strap of her bra, he pushed it off her shoulder. First one, then the other, until they too were draped around her elbows. His hand slid under her breasts and pulled them from her lacy enclosure.

He was on it instantly, like a cat pouncing on a mouse. The suddenness causing her to gasp audibly. His teeth snapping on her passion hardened nipple. As he pressed into her she dropped her head back and her back began to arch, leaning back as he marked her sensitive flesh with his suckling. A good girl mark before they even got going!

Her hands came up to help her balance as the pressure he was placing on her had her bent backwards enough she felt like she was going to fall away from him, and away from him was the last thing she wanted right now.

He eased back slightly pulling her nipple with him causing her to clamp her lips shut to keep from yelping. He released the swollen nipple at the apex of her elasticity.

"No," he said firmly, his voice borderline harsh.

His hands pushed hers from his body and behind her where they were locked in a steely grip. He easily held her wrists within one of his strong hands. His other came up and continued to explore her. Pinching one nipple, twisting it clockwise until she could stand the sharp pain no longer and right before she cried out he released it, flooding the sensitive piece of pleasured skin with blood once again.

He repeated the procedure with the other nipple, his wolfish smile out for her to see his pleasure. Enjoying the torment of her delicious flesh, her passion. Enjoying his passion on her. With a subtle growl he devoured her nipple again, sucking it forcefully as his free hand squeezed the soft mound around it, holding her firm breast tightly and squeezing so hard the pain brought her pleasure.

Suddenly he was fully on her, she hadn't even realized she had flopped onto the bed, her head spinning in the heat of the moment, her hands pinned beneath her. Now the wolf of her love had both hands free to play with her. She arched her head back as he began to devour her other breast. One hand squeezing it as the other had done before.

Now his free hand plunged without notice or concern for her comfort into her sex, causing the sudden flush of heat to explode within her body as his fingers ripped into her deeply. His strong hand gripping her sex as he plunged his long fingers into her repeatedly. With his weight on her she couldn't arch but that didn't stop her body from trying, pressing tightly into the heat of his body.

His fingers continued plunging into her like a piston on a race car engine, fast and hard. His palm slapping her clit with such a force that the sound filled the room. Her body responded quickly, a clear sign they had neglected one another. Her rapid response had her holding her breath.

"May I cum Sir?" she asked, remembering at the last minute.

"Absolutely not!" he growled while her flesh was still in his mouth.

The vibrations of his voice rippling across her nipple. Whimpering escaped from her as he not only continued his rapid plunging into her soft wet sex, he increased his speed and his depth, daring her to disobey. She twisted her head to the side and bit into the covers there, her teeth gnashing on the soft comforter.

"Please sir?" she begged. She was met with silence. Not the answer she was looking for. Her teeth grinded on each other, the comforter trapped in between.

"Please?"

"No," his voice was shaking. Very unusual she knew. The calm gone, now it was replaced by the shaking passion of the moment.

He slid from the bed, and stood between her legs, slowly pulling his soaking fingers from deep within her. She was finally able to release the soaked comforter from her mouth. He slid his arms under her thighs, his fingers hooking the top of her hips as he yanked her closer to the edge of the bed.

Lifting her legs up and over his shoulders he wasted no time in burying his face into her, tasting the sweet nectar only Alexandria could produce. He lifted her bottom half off the bed, leaving only her shoulders and head on it, her neck bent forward forcing her chin into her chest as her breasts followed gravity and dropped towards her face.

He pulled her body to him, like he was holding her tightly within a passionate kiss, only this kiss was inverted. Her ass against his chest, her legs around his head, his face and talented tongue deep within her egresses. Her face reddening as he attacked her with a ferocity he only allowed himself on rare occasion.

Soon she was cresting again, his arms tightening around her like a python around its prey, squeezing her tightly to him so he could devour her from the inside out.

"Please Sir?" she pleaded. She felt like she was the only one stopping a cattle stampede. Her orgasm was coming and she was doing her damndest to keep it from happening but she knew that the neglect, coupled with the passion meant that stopping it was going to be an impossibility.

Again he said nothing, instead growling as he continued to rip her sex apart with his tongue. Pulling her hard into his mouth with his lips and suction. His arms adjusting but pulling her back tightly to him.

"OH MY GOD! PLEASE SIR?" She begged.

"Don't you fucking do it," he commanded, making her cry out into the comforter. His assault on her tasty hot lips never wavering. Her body shaking as she found the euphoria of her orgasm. It started in her toes, moving to her calves, causing them to tighten around his back. Her thighs were next, squeezing around his head until her thighs muffled the sounds around him.

He felt her stomach harden to a rock as she fought her orgasm, causing him to snicker within her. He watched her hands twist into the covers as she wrapped them over and over trying to keep the inevitable from exploding without permission.

"Fuck, fuck, FUUUCCCKKK!" She gritted though her stuffed mouth.

"NO," he growled.

The next sound was a soft scream into the covers, one of blissful frustration. His sinister side enjoying the torment. Her mind was splitting, part of her was screaming to continue to fight it off, the other screaming to fucking forget it and turn it loose. Consequences be damned!

"Now," he barked. "Cum for me!" Within seconds she filled his mouth and coated his face with a powerful orgasm that had her reeling to catch up with it. The trickle of the massive orgasm remnants dribbled down her pelvis to her stomach in a warm sticky stream.

All of her muscles released at once, making her body jelly like. She could no longer feel her legs, but Gavin didn't slow his assault on her. Once she released the chewing of the comforter he dropped her legs from him and flipped her over causing her to grunt at the force.

He yanked her back to where he wanted her positioned, her hips bending at the edge of the bed. Her legs dangling helplessly. She was too exhausted to look back, but she heard his clothing quickly being ripped from his body. The buttons from his shirt joining hers in the darkness. It caused her to smile wickedly herself. The controlled, so out of control.

Her hands slid back over the bed and back over her ass, pulling herself open, inviting him to choose his destination. She hoped for the taboo, and only fleetingly worried about their lack of lube. At this point she didn't care, she wanted his release to equal hers and the one place she knew that would happen for sure, was deep within her ass.

She chanced a look back at him and found he had gripped his rock hard shaft in his hand and was staring at her. His eyes one of debate. She silently pulled for the wolf.

She was only minutely disappointed when his cock plowed into her pussy causing her to scream out into the bed. The massive steely feel of him deep within her caused her body to respond with a sudden burgeoning of another powerful wave of an orgasm. This one a Poseidon sinker, daring to flip her orgasm over and over. Releasing it, never to be reined in again.

His hands gripped her hair as he twisted it within his fingers, pulling her head to the side but he couldn't kiss her lips because they were still holding the comforter tightly between them to keep from letting the passion she was feeling fill her childhood bedroom with the sounds of her pleasure.

So he bit and suckled her available flesh, reveling in the soft salty taste of her skin. The force of his thrust causing them both to grunt at the power. His hips unmercifully pounding her ass cheeks, the grinding of his cock deep within her brought a sharp pain momentarily at the depth in which he was reaching.