The second chance flash marriage was better than I expected

Thank you

I got away from him again, this time successfully. But when I was about to walk out the door, Russel pulled me by the hand and put my back against his chest, facing the bathroom mirror.

Our eyes met in the mirror. Mine was nervous, and his… worried? Scared? I swallowed, not wanting to face my reflection anymore.

“You’re beautiful, Noelle. A scar doesn’t change that.”

“It’s not true, I’m ugly.” Out of habit, I contradicted him faster than I intended.

He gently turned my face, so I could look at myself in the mirror. It had been a long time since I had the courage to do so. My lips trembled, and my hands closed into fists. From my shoulder, part of my collarbone, to the beginning of my right breast. It was little and at the same time a lot. It was comforting to have his chest on my back, to feel him next to me, but… I didn’t like how he looked. My eyes reddened.

A year after Russel left, there was a fire at the acting school and some of the props collided with me as we tried to escape. At the time, I didn’t feel it that strongly, I thought it had only grazed me until the firemen rescued us and the infection nearly killed me in intensive care. Only when I survived did I realize the dire situation I was in.

“When was it?” his voice sounded so sad, so sincere, that it was news to me.

My family made me feel like a hideous monster by making me afraid to expose myself to others, and even Dylan always avoided seeing me naked, so I rarely took my shirt off when I was with him. He always told me that he was more turned on by seeing me in one of his t-shirts, but it was only when I saw Sabrina completely naked that I realized how naive I had been. Or maybe I just wanted to believe him and avoid the truth. Rather, he was turned off by seeing what I looked like.

“Don’t look at her, she’s disgusting.” I tried to cover myself again, but he held my hands in the air.

“If I was disgusting, could I do this?”

I let out a little cry when Russel took his mouth to the start of the scar on my shoulder.

“What are you doing?!”

I tried to get away, but he turned my body again to have better access to the scaly skin.

“Could I do that?” I felt his warm tongue marking the area and going down to my chest.

“Or this?”

The towel fell away, and I felt his kisses marking the edge of my bra. His hands massaged my waist as they slowly went up, marking my skin and sending electric currents through my body. I threw my head back unconsciously, prey to the sensations he produced.

I should have showered with cold water and not hot water.

Russel’s mouth went back up, giving small bites to my skin, stopping at my collarbone to speak to me. “I’m grateful.” His warm breath sent shivers down my spine. “Thank you, Noe.” Then he moved up my neck, just touching me with his nose. “Thank you for being alive.”

My body froze, it was the first time someone had said that to me.

Russel joined my forehead with his.

“Thank you for surviving. It must have been difficult, and you must have been very scared. I know what it means for you to act, and I know how cruel people can be. Thank you for not giving up. Thank you for healing. It doesn’t matter what scars you have. This is proof of your struggle and your victory. You won. You were stronger than the flames, darling.”

New tears fell down my eyes, it was incredible how much I had cried today and all because of men. Ironically, for one piece of trash, it was from sadness, and for the other it was from happiness.

Aaron Russel kissed each tear away, before whispering to me again.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t by your side.”

“It was hard… so hard,” my voice cracked and he hugged me. However, when I felt his hardness against my stomach, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Where was our first date?” I whispered and he laughed.

“Maybe it would be a good idea to get naked too.”

I bit my lip and his eyes followed my movement.

“What do you want to do, Noe?”

I… didn’t know, I didn’t know what was right. In just one day, my life had taken so many twists and turns that I was afraid to keep avoiding it. I loved his touch, and for the first time I was exposed to someone shirtless and without feeling uncomfortable or afraid.

That man made me feel so safe and protected, so hot and needy, that I wanted more of him.

The next thing I knew, I was already kissing Russel like my life depended on it. The fog that my mind was in from the alcohol, was only intensified by the lust I felt for him. I was a liar. I had never gotten over him. I had never forgotten him. What would I have done if I had gotten married? Married? The wedding!

“Wait, Russel.”

I regretted it as I felt his touch move away, but now I had a lot of things to do. I had to sort out the wedding. What was I going to do now? I tried to get out of the bathroom to get my bag.

“You regretted it?” He hugged me from behind and placed his face against my shoulder. Not letting me move anymore. I turned my face and saw his reflection. My God, Russel’s abandoned puppy face was a direct attack.

“No, not that, I… I was going outside.”

“Do you want me to take you to bed?”

“What?”

He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.

Oh, let the world burn if it wants, now I needed Aaron Russel or I would regret it for life. I took advantage of my position to kiss his neck, nibble on his flesh and his earlobe. Thank goodness the room I booked had a gigantic bed.

He gently placed me on the bed and proceeded to undress with quick and practical movements. I bit my lip when I saw his body. It was perfectly sculpted without being extravagant, so aesthetic that it made me want to lick it.

And when he took off his pants…

Gods.

I had forgotten how big and thick he was.

I approached the edge of the bed and grabbed the elastic of his underwear. He caressed my hair, stopping me.

“Are you sure you want to do this, drunk lady?”

I remembered what I had done just after I got to the room and pouted. I looked up at him, teasing him.

“You have me on my knees before you, ready to worship you, and this is how you treat me?”

Aaron Russel gave me one of those smiles that had turned the world upside down, and if I was wet before, now I looked like a fountain.

He crouched down on the floor.

“What do we do, my lady? You are the only goddess worth worshiping.”

Russel gently pushed me and I fell on my back without resistance.

“Spread your legs for me, pretty girl.” He demanded and I obeyed without a fuss.

He pulled my panties off and a clear line connected them to my wetness. I wasn’t lying when I said I was in fountain mode.

“Oh, honey,” Russel gasped and swallowed.

“Look, I cry for you here too, Aaron.”

Russel looked at me, devouring me with his eyes full of lust and excitement. I felt intimate for a moment. It was rare for me to call him by his name, but in intimacy, wasn't it more exciting to do it like that?

“You're going to drive me crazy.”

“And I thought you were already crazy about me… ah”

Without waiting any longer, I felt Aaron's first lick and then his curious fingers probing inside me until they found the spot I liked so much.

“Right there, Aaron” I gasped.

He continued the work with his fingers while he fervently sucked my c******s with his mouth. I let out a wild guttural moan as he tasted me. Seeing him between my legs increased my desire. He looked incredible. And to motivate him, I caressed his hair.

“Aaron, baby… umnh, I love it, keep going, a little more.”

I raised my pelvis looking for more contact and moved my waist, rubbing against his mouth. I felt my insides twisting, and I was squeezing his fingers harder and harder as they went in and out without giving me time to breathe and collide with that spot that I loved so much.

The orgasm invaded me hard and strong.

“Aaron!” I raised my waist and squeezed my breasts, enjoying the best orgasm I had in years.