“Of -fuckin'-course I was worried about you. Running off on some hairbrained plan made up by someone you didn't know...”
“That someone I didn't know turned out to be a pretty big badass herself,” she pointed out.
“Yeah, doll, but you didn't know that. There was no way to know that. It was a stupid risk.”
More eye squinting. “Did you just call me stupid?”
Jesus.
This woman.
I sighed. “I called your plan stupid.”
“It's the same thing.”
“Ain't the same thing and I ain't fuckin' fighting about this either.”
“Well I want...”
“Shut up.”
At this, her eyes stopped squinting and went huge. “Excuse me?”
“I said shut up,” I said, letting the lip twitch turn into a smile.
“I don't know who you think you're talking to like...”
“You wanna keep arguing or you want me to show you why you shouldn't run away from me?”
I watched her brows draw together as she genuinely struggled with whether she wanted to go through another useless fight (she did) or see what I was talking about.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” I said, my hands slipping back around to her sides, tickling slightly over her sore ribs and coming up to rest right below her tits, “I want to show you all the things we could have been doing instead of you sleeping sittin' up scared some shithead was gonna try to put his hands on you while I sat at home trying to figure out how to get you back.”
Recognition hit her eyes, making them warm up, the lids get heavy. “What kind of things?” he asked, wetting her lips.
“All kinds of things,” I said, dipping my head and pressing my lips against her neck, my tongue slipping out to slide up toward her ear. Her air choked out of her mouth as her head fell back, giving me more access. “Like this,” I said, taking her earlobe between my teeth and sucking until her body melted against mine. “And this,” I said, my hand moving from it's resting place on her rib cage to cup her breast and squeeze. “And this,” I said, moving my fingers to her nipple that was reaching hard through her bra and shirt.
Her throaty groan sent a bolt of desire through my body and I had to force myself to keep from ripping both our clothes off and slamming into her hard and fast.
She had a hard fuckin' day. She needed hands on her that weren't rough for a change.
So one of my hands slid to her hip, pushing her backward until the foot of the bed tapped her legs and she grabbed my shirt so she didn't fall. I reached out, grabbing her shirt and hauling it over her head, floating my fingers in her hair to set it to rights again before my hands slipped behind her back to unclasp her bra. Her eyes were on my face the whole time, lips slightly parted, eyes getting heavier by the moment.
My hands slid down her stomach, fingers snagging into the waistband of her pants and her panties and slowly pulling them down as I lowered myself onto my knees in front of her, kissing down her belly, over her hips, down her thigh as I slowly exposed it.
Up until that moment, I didn't know I could do lovemaking. That wasn't the kind of man I was- soft, sweet. I was hard, rough. And that was how I fucked. But hearing Alex's quiet whimpers had me exploring the idea of giving her soft and sweet as much as she wanted it.
Her pants slid to the floor and I grabbed her ankle, lifting it, removing the material then doing the same with the other ankle. Then I kissed my way up her other thigh, tipping my head up when my face was level with her pussy to see her watching me, her hand moving out to rest on the top of my head.
“On the bed, doll,” I said, pressing my hands into her hips until she lowered her ass toward the mattress and sat down. My arm moved up, pressing between her breasts until he was flat on her back. My hands moved up her calves, pausing at her knees to press in and spread them, then whispering across the soft skin of her inner thighs. I turned my head to let my mouth follow the same trail, smiling when she giggled at the tickle of my beard. It only lasted for a second though. Because then my mouth was closing around her clit and sucking it in pulses that had her legs jerking, closing around my head.
“Oh my god...” she moaned, one of her hands grabbing the back of my head, the other digging into the hand I had holding her thigh.
I let my tongue slip downward, curl in on itself slightly, and press inside her tight pussy, letting her sweet overwhelm my senses as I fucked her slow and gentle with my tongue until her hips were moving frantically against me. I slid my tongue up her slit, moving it over her clit in fast swipes as I moved my hand down and thrust two fingers inside her, curling and stroking over her g-spot until I felt her tighten for a second, then clench hard around me as she came, groaning out my name.
Fuck yeah.
I could do soft and sweet if she moaned my name like that.
I felt the sound in my dick for fuck's sake.
“Breaker,” she said, her hands no longer holding me in place, but pulling at me until I lifted up to look at her.
I pushed my knees against the edge of the bed, reaching behind my back to pull my shirt off, tossing it, then reaching for the fly of my jeans, making quick work of getting away the last boundaries between us.
My hands went to her hips, pushing her into the middle of the bed before my body came down on hers, my mouth finding her sweet, waiting one, and kissing her. Her lips were greedy under mine, trying to deepen it, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and I had to fist my hands into the sheets to force myself to keep things slow when she was coming alive under me.