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“Don't ruin it,” she shot back, but the malice wasn't in her words anymore.
“No. Wouldn't want that. So,” I went right on, unable to help myself, “you like my naked body, huh?” A half-exhale, half-snort escaped her. “I don't blame you. It's pretty fucking amazing. They should build statues of me.” At that, I got her tinkling laugh again and I smiled. “Know what?”
“No... what?” she asked without hesitation.
“They should build statues of yours too.”
Her head tilted upward and her eyes rolled. “Oh please. I'm closing in on my forties. No one is building statues of my body.”
“Best tits I've ever seen.”
She smiled, shaking her head. “And considering the sheer amount of tits your eyes have been privy to...”
“Exactly,” I agreed, reaching my free hand down to boop her nose.
Her brows drew together like she was trying to figure something out. “You're in a good mood.”
“I'm always in a good mood.”
“You weren't like... two hours ago.”
“And that was two hours ago so why the fuck we talkin' about it now?”
Her lips pursed slightly and she nodded. “Good point.”
“So are we watching this movie or what?” I asked and her head settled back onto my chest.
“Sure. If you can shut up for a while,” she said, her words warm and teasing.
“No promises.”
“You're still talking.”
“So are you.”We fell asleep sometime before the credits actually rolled.I woke up to her kissing down my chest, the sleep drawing back like a fog against the sensation.
“Baby...” I heard my voice murmur, already husky, already turned on.
Her body shifted and her legs landed on either side of my body. Her lips trailed slowly down the center of my stomach, her soft hair tickling over my skin. My hand moved down, gathering her hair to one side of her neck so I could watch her as her tongue slipped out to trace the skin directly above the waistband of my pants.
“Lo, baby, if this is some kind of payback...” I started, one of my hands curling into a fist as her teeth nipped into my skin.
At my words, she shifted again, moving upward to look down at me. Her hips shifted downward and stroked across my cock and both of our mouths opened on a groan.
“Not payback,” she said, her eyes heavy.
Thank fuck.
“How are these?” I asked, pressing my hand into her ribs.
“I'll be fine,” she said, brushing against my cock again.
My hands rested on her hips for a second, guiding her movements, driving us both upward before I bunched up the material of her tee and started sliding it upward. I sat up close to her body so I could pull it free and my hands moved up to cup her face and pull it to mine.
It wasn't soft and sweet like the last kiss, we were beyond that. The kiss was rough and wild, full of the desire we had both been trying to deny. Her tongue pressed into my mouth and my hands slid down from her face to her breasts, teasing over her nipples until they were hard in my hands. My arm slid up and around her back, holding her to me as I shifted our weight and gently moved her onto the mattress, my weight balanced half-off of her. I lifted up and smiled down at her.
“What?” she asked, looking cautious.
“You haven't asked yet,” I reminded her, smirking.
She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Shut up and fuck me, Cash.”
Well then. Okay.SeventeenLoI didn't expect gentle.
I didn't think he was capable. Well, that wasn't true. He had been very gentle with me before, but I kind of figured that it was because I was in so much pain. I always imagined he fucked like he lived: fast and carefree. Not hard and rough and dominating, because that wasn't his personality. Giving, energetic, inventive, maybe a little kinky at times. Just not... soft.
But that was exactly what he was giving me.
His lips explored mine until every inch of my skin felt like it was buzzing, electric. “Cash...” I groaned as his lips trailed down the side of my neck, unhurried, happy to take his time to explore despite the fact that he had already seen my body. His lips closed over my nipple, making a shiver run through my body as his tongue flicked over the sensitive point. My back arched as the wetness pooled between my thighs. God, I wanted him. But at the same time, I found myself utterly, bone-deep terrified.
“Cash...”
“Shh,” he murmured, moving across my chest to lavish over my other nipple. His hand slid downward and slipped between my thighs to slide up my sex. His finger stroked whisper-light over my clit, just enough to make my body tense, but not enough to allow release. He wanted to drag it out.
He wanted, oh god, to make love to me.
There had been men after Damian. Not for a long time. A few years. I needed to get myself back together- physically, emotionally. But there were men. I wanted to reclaim that part of my life, to show myself that I could enjoy my body. I did too, I learned how to relax and enjoy, to have an orgasm. That being said, it was always sex. Sometimes it was pure fucking. It was never, ever making love.
This was.
And instead of feeling the warm, swirling comfort I always thought I would feel, all I felt was fear. All I felt was the soul-deep understanding that I would never rise from his bed feeling the same way I felt sliding in. I would feel different. I would be different.
That shit was terrifying.
“Honey relax,” he murmured, shifting downward, licking the skin above my bandages then, sweet lord, kissing down the bandages, moving over to my sore ribs and planting the tenderest of kisses there. He shifted to the side and kissed up the inside of my thigh, over the triangle of my sex, down the other thigh.
“Cash...”
His head titled up, watching me with heavy lidded eyes.
I reached downward, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back over me. His arms planted on my sides, but he allowed more of his weight to press into me, a weight I found myself craving as my hands slid up and down his back. His lips found mine again and I shifted my legs wider so he could settle fully between. His body shifted and his cock pressed against my heat, drawing a moan from me and a deep rumbling in the chest from him.
