“Then show me.”
“It’s more about taking deep breaths and finding a place of calm.”
“I don’t mind.”
She offered him a sweet smile.
He watched her get comfortable and it suddenly dawned on him that the couple of times they had sex, he hadn’t used a rubber.
Shit.
Protection had been the last thing on his mind.
All he’d wanted was to be inside his woman. To remind her who she belonged to. Running a hand down his face, he realized he was constantly fucking this up. It didn’t seem to matter that his heart was always in the right place. Tabby suffered.
“Can I ask why you’re meditating?” he asked.
“Shh, be silent. Be still.”
He reached over and took both of her hands.
“That’s not being any of those things.”
“I know. I don’t want to.” He brought her hands up to his face and kissed them both.
“Simon, this isn’t helping.”
“I love you.”
She opened her mouth and he waited for the words, but her lips closed. No sound came out. He sighed. Kissing up the inside of her left arm, he trailed his lips up and up, going toward her neck.
Tabby released a shaky sigh. “You’re not helping.”
“I hear there is another good reliever of stress.” He flicked his tongue across her neck, right over her pulse. They had a lot of time to make up for.
She could be pregnant.
Talk to her about that little piece of info.
He didn’t ask. There was no way he intended to break this moment by putting them down another argument path. Sure, it usually led to sex or at least him holding her, but for now, it wasn’t going to work. All he wanted was to feel Tabby without any of the fighting or the worry or the fear.
He didn’t believe that was too much to ask. At least he hoped not.
Sliding his tongue down from her neck, he teased across her collarbone. He didn’t linger. This was about her, not about him, at least not yet.
The shirt she wore was way too big and all he had to do was slide it down her arms to expose her chest. He probably should buy her some additional clothing but for now, he loved seeing her in his stuff.
“Simon, this isn’t helping.”
“I think it is. You’re breathing deep so you’re doing the right thing. Your nipples are nice and hard. I bet your pussy is wet for me too.”
She moaned.
As he nudged her back, she didn’t fight him.
He cupped her between her thighs, feeling the heat, and shoved his hand down her large sweatpants to finally cup her pussy. He found her soaking wet. He smiled. “See, you want this.”
“This isn’t going to solve anything.”
“You’re right, it won’t solve anything, but it’s going to make us feel good for a little while.”
“For how long?”
“For however long we allow it.” He tore the shirt from her body, not caring about the item of clothing. Once it was in shreds, he dropped it away from her body. Next, he took the baggy sweatpants in his hands, sliding them down her legs, and he groaned at the sight of her.
She was beautiful.
So perfect.
And she belonged all to him.
She didn’t have any spare underwear, which meant he didn’t have to fight to remove them.
Lifting her foot, he brought it to her lips and pressed a kiss to her inner foot. She let out a moan.
Trailing his lips up the inside her of her leg, he got to her apex, stopped, and lifted her other foot, doing the same. This time, she gasped, arching up, but again, he kept her waiting, kissing her, and then to her stomach where he saw some stretch marks from where she’d been pregnant.
She put her hand over them and he pushed it out of the way.
“Simon?”
“Every single part of you is beautiful and I won’t have you thinking or believing anything else.” He kissed her stomach, tracing his tongue down. The scent of her arousal drifted toward him.
Lifting her legs, he sat back and reached toward her pussy. He spread her lips and stared down at the wet slit. Her clit was swollen and he got a nice peek at her cunt. She was tight.
He eased a single finger inside her, feeling just how tight she was. Adding a second, he began to stretch her open. Pressing his thumb to her clit, he stroked her, feeling the answering pulse of her pussy as she tightened around him. In and out he thrust.
He couldn’t stand it any longer and he removed his fingers, replacing them with his mouth. First at her clit, he stroked over the bud, sucking it into his mouth, using his teeth, creating a little pain before softly stroking her.
Twirling his tongue around, he moved down and fucked her pussy. Plunging inside her. He held on to her hips, keeping her in place as he ravished her pussy, tasting her.