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Anger at someone else touching her was all-consuming.
I narrowed my eyes, my body a hard, taut line of some emotion I wasn’t quite sure of, and I leaned in.
“You want to know why it didn’t work?” I asked carefully, smoothing my finger along the line of her collarbone and sweeping her hair over her shoulder as I did.
“Why?” she asked breathlessly, her breath now coming in shallow pants.
I ran my finger down the length of her torso, my finger passing over a turgid nipple before continuing on to come to a rest at the hem of her shirt.
“Because you’re mine,” I confirmed. “You’re mine, and I’m yours, and neither one of us really has any say in it.”
Her breath caught and held as I pushed the hem of her shirt up with one finger, then allowed just the tip to drag along her baby soft skin.
She let out a delicious shiver.
“The only reason that I got that far was because I pretended he was you,” she whispered softly. “Every time his hand touched my skin, I would jolt in surprise. But then I closed my eyes, thought of you and your hands, and it was okay.”
“It was okay until he got to your bare skin, and you realized that nobody will ever be me,” I said as I pushed her shirt up over her torso.
I was right.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
She was wearing nothing.
Her breasts were unbound and beautiful, and the moment that I caught my first look at them, I knew that I would never be able to look at another set of tits and not compare them to the perfection that was now in front of me.
“Goddamn,” I groaned, leaning forward to cup the weight of her breasts in my hands.
Her hands went to my face, and she pulled me closer, letting me know exactly what she wanted.
I bent down and licked one of the tips, allowing my tongue to slowly circle her peak while bringing my other hand up to circle the other tip with a rough finger.
“Your hands are rough,” she breathed, shivering at the feel of my calluses on such sensitive skin.
“Working man hands, baby,” I teased between licks and kisses. “You’ll have to get used to it.”
And she would. Because the only hands, working or otherwise, that would be on her body at all were going to be mine.
She shivered when I switched to the other breast, her hands going into my hair as she dug her fingers in and tugged.
The delicious pull of pain had me biting down lightly on her nipple, causing her to cry out in surprise.
“Be nice,” I ordered.
“Sorry.” Her voice quivered. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to.”
She didn’t.
But I liked it anyway.
“Trick,” she breathed.
I pulled back, replacing my mouth with my hand, and stared into her eyes.
They were glazed with need, and I liked that fucking look on her. I liked it a whole fucking lot.
“Yeah, baby?” I asked.
She licked her lips.
“I don’t need any condoms if you don’t.” she reiterated.
In answer, I pushed her back down onto the counter and started working on her jeans.
She went back onto her elbows, her eyes really wide, and stared at me with surprise.
I grinned at the look of confusion and lust in her eyes, and then slowly took her pants off, coming to a frustrated halt when I got to her shoe and walking boot.
“Chucks?” I grumbled as I started to untie her shoelace.
“Yeah, they’re the most comfortable to wear with the boot,” she explained. “Thicker sole. It feels more even I guess.”
I took the shoe off and tossed it somewhere behind me.
The boot went next, which I placed on the counter next to her.
Slowly, I took her pants off the rest of the way, letting gravity do the work once they cleared both ankles.
I ran my finger over her still bruised foot and said, “This still looks really bad.”
She placed her good foot onto the counter and shifted herself closer, letting me know without words that I better get to work.
“Hurry up, Trick,” she mewled. “I’ve been waiting for this for a really long time.”
I leaned down and skimmed my mouth up the inside of her splayed thigh, keeping her bad foot hooked lightly over my forearm to keep myself from getting too rough with it.
“I’ve been waiting a really long time, too,” I admitted as I skimmed over her pubic bone to ghost my lips down the other inner thigh. “And I have a long list of things that I want to do to you before we get to the good stuff.”
The good stuff being my cock finding a way inside of her and staying a while.
“Well,” she hissed when I bit the fleshy fat on her thigh. “I’ve been thinking a lot, too. And I think you should stick your penis inside of me already and take the edge off. Next time we can go slow.”
