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"You're my girl, baby. That hasn't, and won't ever change."
"But—"
"No buts. Let me help you, please." As my fingers continue to massage her, I slowly feel her start to relax. "I love you, Mia. I love you so fucking much."
Pushing from the floor, I loom over her, my eyes flicking between her lips and her eyes. "Do you trust me, baby?"
Her nod is so slight that I almost miss it, but it's there.
Leaning over her, I force her to rest back on her palms. "Let me take it away, just for a few minutes." I brush my lips over hers, half expecting her to pull away and tell me to leave, but she doesn't. Instead, she falls back on the bed, her chest heaving as I run my hand over her hip and up to her waist.
"I'm not sure I can—"
"Shh, Mia," I whisper against the corner of her mouth. "Stop thinking. Just feel." She gasps as I move my hand higher, squeezing her breast. "Just feel," I repeat, rubbing my thumb over her hard peak.
"Bexley." My name is no more than a whisper, but it's all I need to know that Cole was right—that what I'm doing is right.
Lowering my head, I pepper light kisses along her jaw and make my way down her smooth neck. I take her breast in my hand, and she arches into my touch, her breathing becoming more and more labored as I tease her.
Pushing the fabric of her tank up her stomach, I press my lips to the soft skin of her navel before licking up her ribs and sucking her nipple into my mouth. She arches off the bed once more, offering herself up to me, and the trepidation I felt about this being the right thing to do starts to slip away.
"Bexley," she moans as I sink my teeth into her sensitive skin. "Please."
I smile around her peak, so fucking relieved that she's accepting this. That she's getting out of her head enough to enjoy it.
Popping the button on her jeans, I sit up and pull them and her panties down her legs. Not wanting to give her any longer than necessary to call a stop to this, I press my palms against her thighs and push them as wide as I can before settling on my stomach before her.
Blowing a stream of air through her slick folds, I smile when I feel her shudder. "Let go, baby. Just enjoy." Closing the space between us, I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue.
She moans loudly, telling me just how much she needs this.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I move my hand so I can tease her entrance with my fingertip. Greedily, she tries to suck me deeper, only encouraging me to do just that so I can find the spot that will take her away from everything, even if only for a few seconds.
As my tongue laps at her, my fingers bend, and she cries out when I find her G-spot. "That's it, baby," I growl against her as her hips begin to roll against my face.
Desire races through my veins. My cock has been hard since the first moment I touched her, my need for her almost too much to bear, but I push it aside. This isn't about me and my pleasure; it's purely about Mia and giving her what she needs.
"Oh God, Bexley," she moans, her fingers threading into my hair and tugging on the lengths until it stings.
"Come on my face, baby. Give me everything." I suck on her once more, grazing my teeth against her clit and thrusting that little bit deeper.
"Bexley," she cries, loud enough for her voice to carry on the breeze, letting everyone on the deck below know what's happening in here—not that I give a fuck, and I'm sure they don't either.
Her pussy clenches around my digits, pulling them deeper as her body convulses with each wave of pleasure that rolls through her.
I don't pull away until she's taken everything.
Crawling up the bed, I lay beside her and pull her into my arms. Her eyelids are heavy with her exhaustion and her body limp from the release.
"Bexley, I—"
"Shh, baby. Just sleep."
Reaching out, I grab the sheets and pull them over both of us as I shift us until she's almost completely laid on my chest, and I hold her tightly so that she knows I'm here and that she's safe.
It only takes minutes before her breathing becomes shallow and she totally relaxes in my hold. I blow out a sigh of relief that she's finally getting the rest she's so desperate for, and I can't help the very small smile that twitches at my lips, knowing that I was able to give it to her.
Maybe Cole was right. Not that I'm going to admit that to him. His head is already big enough.
