Healing a Broken Heart Part 2 (tags: John Rolfe)

With a small moment of guts, he gently hooked his hand at the back of her knees and tugged her leg up to hook ontop of his hip, holding her close to him as they kissed. He gently traced patterns on her thigh as he slid his lips across her jaw and tenderly along her neck.

She let out a shaky moan as he pulled her leg over his hip and started trailing kisses down her neck. She pressed herself closer against him as she moved her hands to wrap around his neck. She threw her head back to allow him better access and whimpered as his lips grazed a sensitive spot.

Hearing her whimper, he paused for a moment, eyeing the mark on her neck. He could tell it was from someone biting her. But, he wouldn't ask her. If she wanted to tell him, she would. Otherwise, it wasn't important. At least, not right now.

He gently kissed her shoulder as he trailed his hand up her hip and caressed her lower back. He wanted to show her what making love was supposed to be like -- passionate, tender, loving -- as apposed to what she had been through.

She responded to his hand on her lower back and arched against him, she bit her bottom lip as he kept touching her. She was enjoying the feel of his hands on her and the way how he was being so gentle with her and careful. It made her like him all the more..
(they still have their clothes on right? )

John rolled them over so that he hovered over her. His eyes were gentle as he looked down to her and stroked her cheek. He sat up enough to unbutton his shirt and pull it off, tossing it onto the ground. His chest and back were painted with scars from all of the lashings he'd received over the years. Some wounds were different, showing smaller puncture wounds where knives had been stabbed into him. The wound from the ball was turning into a scar on his shoulder.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, the kiss slow and passionate. He rested his hands on the pillow on either side of her head. .

Her hands gently traced the scars and faded injuries on his chest as she kissed him back, her hands moved and then she discovered the whip marks on his back. She kissed him with even more tenderness as she gently traced those injuries with her fingertips. She moaned into the kiss, before she pressed herself up against him, she wanted him to know that she would be there for him.

He shivered slightly as her hands ghosted over his scars. He slid one hand down to her waist to hold her close. Hearing her moan, he smiled slightly against her lips. He moved his hands to unbutton the front of her dress.

She almost tensed but then forced herself to remember who she was with, John would never hurt her. She kept her hand on his back as she kept kissing him, she could feel the air hit her now slightly exposed chest and shivered. She hoped she was up to his expectations...even with her own scars.

John felt her tense and gently deepened the kiss to help remind her who he was. As he got her dress unbuttoned, he slid it down her body, his lips never leaving hers. He pulled back and tossed her dress onto the chair in the corner of his room. He then looked back at her and felt the air taken out of him. Sure, he'd seen her nude before, both from the mishap in the bathroom and when he had helped her get bandaged and dressed. But, this was different. Very different.

It was like seeing her for the first time all over again. She was...beautiful, even with her small imperfections that had been added to her skin by harm. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked to her eyes. His eyes showed his thoughts clearly.

He leaned down and kissed her stomach, then trailed his lips up, placing a gentle kiss on both of her breasts before moving to her collarbone, up her throat and finally landing on her lips again. "You're beautiful, Odette," He whispered against her lips.

(*flails*)
Odette swallowed hard and brushed his lips with hers, she could tell he was being sincere. She felt slightly exposed and spoke quietly, "No one's ever looked at me the way you just did." She said. Sure the other men who had seen her naked had told her she was beautiful but this...felt different then those other times. She lightly rubbed his chest, feeling his heart beat under her hand...safe, strong, and secure.

John looked at her as she spoke, his brows furrowing. How could anyone look at her any other way? He shook his head slightly. As she touched his chest, he placed his hand over hers, pressing her palm against where his pulse was most obvious. "Feel that?" He questioned. "That's because of you," He said simply before gently kissing her lips again.

The feel of his heartbeat against her hand made her smile before he kissed her again. She welcomed his kiss and moved her free hand to run through his hair before she moved it down to lightly pass over his back and around to the hem of his pants. She wanted to pleasure him...at least return the favor in some small way....after all he had done so much for her already.

John's hand caught hers the second she tried to reach for his pants. He looked at her and shook his head. "No...I want to show you what passion is -- you deserve to be pampered by someone. Let me do the work. You just lay there and look pretty," He smirked before chuckling softly and kissing her lips again. He kissed down her throat and all the way down to the hem of her panties. He gently pulled them off and tossed them aside. He slid his hands along her hips and thighs before gently spreading her legs. He held her thighs as he placed gentle kisses from her knees to her inner thigh. He kept his eyes on her before placing a kiss on her clit. He then took the small pearl between his lips, sucking on it gently before letting go and kissing along her slit. He looked back up to her when he kissed her slit and slid his tongue in between the lips. He moved his tongue within her, groaning softly at the simple taste she held.

She froze when he started kissing down there...no one had ever done something like this before with her. She bit her lip as she watched him and then let out a little moan as his tongue entered her slit. She arched back as he started flicking his tongue inside her core. "John." She breathed softly and then gave a little scream of pleasure as he kept it up. Her hands fisted into the bed spread as she responded to his tongue inside her.

John watched her movements and expression as he worked his tongue within her. Seeing her cry out for him only made his pants get that much tighter, causing him to groan. He reached down to his pants and unhooked them without stopping what he had been doing to her. He maneuvered his way from his pants and sighed in relief as the only thing restraining him was the thin fabric of the boxers he wore. He moved his mouth back to suck on her clit again, flicking his tongue against it.

She gasped and let out little screams each time his tongue flicked against her clit. "J..John." She breathed as she focused on the pure pleasure he was giving her. She bit her lip and then started massaging one of her breasts, needing the extra stimulation. She let out another gasping cry and then an eager moan at the sensations she was feeling.

Hearing such pleasured sounds escape his lips made him work his tongue faster, circling his tongue around the small pearl, tugging on it with his lips. He brushed a finger along her slit before sliding it inside of her, not letting up his movements with his tongue. He pumped his finger within her, bending his finger with her and rubbing it against her walls before sliding in a second finger and scissoring them.

She groaned and then started clenching her free hand even tighter into the sheets as he scissored his fingers inside her. Her head flung back as the feeling of both his hands and mouth around and inside her; made her walls start to tighten in anticipation. She grunted and then let out another cry as he hit a sensitive pleasure point with his fingers, "John!" She cried out as she climaxed, it was definitely the strongest climax she had had before.

John's eyes were intent on watching her expression as he felt her tighten around his fingers. As she hit her orgasm, he groaned, feeling his member ache at the pleasure he saw before him. He ran his tongue slowly against her clit, knowing how sensitive it would be now, especially right after an orgasm like that. His fingers rubbed against that sensitive spot he had found just a moment ago, his eyes still locked on her. He used his free hand to make sure her legs were spread open, as to not allow her make him stop working her extremely sensitive parts. He took her clit in between his lips and held it there, flicking his tongue against it quickly as his fingers teased the spot within her she seemed to react most strongly to.

She soon found her body reacting even more so as he teased her sensitive spots with knowing fingers and tongue. She started to feel the pleasure spiking again and moaned even louder as he kept it up, she was finding this whole expirence to be something new and entirely pleasurable for her. One hand trailed down and slowly ran though his hair as he was still licking and thrusting his fingers inside her, she let out a strangled cry at all the sensations she was feeling.

John nuzzled his head into her touch, smiling slightly. Once he could see she was aroused again, he stopped. He smirked and pulled his fingers from her before sucking her juices from his fingers. He groaned softly and leaned up, kissing her lips. He nuzzled his nose against hers and smiled. "I like it when you scream my name," He whispered playfully, taunting keeping her legs spread as to not let her relieve any of the urge he knew she had from him stopping his actions so abruptly.

( He's an amazing tease ;3 He told her she would get pleasure, and she'll get it -- as many times as he can pull it from her. ; D XD The last time will be the slow, romantic time -- the rest are him focusing on making sure everyone within a wide mile range knows she's his by the sound. ;3 )

(o-o you're not kidding XDD)
Odette moaned a little more at the faint taste of her juices on his lips, her whole body was screaming with need. "You're being a tease." She whispered against his lips as she strained for some sort of contact.

John smirked, pecking her lips once before moving his head back, just out of her range. He knee pressed her hips down to keep her from straining. "Yes I am," He said simply. He took her hands and held them above her head with one hand. He kept her legs spread with his knees and smirked as he leaned down to her breasts. He took one of her pert nipples in between his lips and tugged, flicking his tongue against it as his other hand pinched at her other nipple. All the while, he made it impossible for her to close her legs to relieve any tension. He wanted her right on the edge -- to the point where she begged him for her own orgasm.

(woow Johnnie....you sure know how to work it )
Odette gasped, this was torture...and he knew it was getting to her, her whole body bucked as his mouth on her breast made her eager. She let out a shaky cry as his hand and his mouth worked on her, she moaned again somehow she could feel her whole lower body start to tighten again...she had never been this pleasured in her whole life. "John." She breathed.

"Yes?" He purred playfully before nipping at the skin on her breast. He knew how badly she wanted him to move his legs to allow her to move. He knew she wasn't expecting him to be able to make her orgasm without even touching her below the waist. He knew she was on the edge, and knew that one touch would throw her into another orgasm. He smirked at that thought and trailed his hand from her breast down her sides and to her leg. He trailed his fingertips along her thigh and down to her lower thigh. He leaned back in the process to look at her face. With a smirk, he pinched her clit and rubbed it between his fingers.