Fine in Lingerie (Lingerie 11)

I sighed under my breath, the heels becoming too much. I didn’t care how dirty my feet got from walking barefoot. No way in hell could I walk three more blocks like this. I stopped and slipped them off.

Bones stopped at the exact same moment, in tune with me completely.

“I can’t wear these anymore. They’re—”

He scooped me into his arms and cradled me against his chest before he walked up the street again. Like I weighed as much as a pile of feathers, he carried me down the street under the dimly lit streetlamps.

I held my heels with a single hand, letting them dangle past his shoulder. “I could have walked.”

“I don’t want your dirty feet against my chest.”

I watched his side profile as he moved in and out of the light from the streetlights. His hard jaw was tight and covered by a slight beard, and his blue eyes faced forward as he carried me home. There wasn’t a sign of exertion, not a twinge of pain from his healed gunshot wound. “You already know how you’re going to fuck me when we get home?”

“I always know.”

I moved my arm around his neck, my heels dangling from his other shoulder. My mouth slid to his neck just below his ear, and I kissed him gently, dragging my soft lips over the cords in his neck. “Maybe I know how I want to fuck you.” I kept kissing him, my hot breaths falling on his ear.

He crossed the street and kept going, his body not indicating his enjoyment. We were in public, so he was prepared for an attack from every direction. After everything he’d seen, he was always paranoid. If he enjoyed my kisses, he only enjoyed them so much.

“Don’t care.”

I circled my other arm around his neck, my face resting against the side of his head. “You don’t care how your woman wants to fuck you?

“No. Tonight, I want to do all the fucking.”

I closed my eyes, aroused within seconds. Just a moment ago, all I could think about was the pain from my heels, but now all I could think about was the powerful muscles that were holding me up effortlessly, the way my man told me he would take me the second we were home. I liked being surrounded by him, his massive body dipping into the mattress and protecting me from the horrors of the world. I liked feeling him enjoy me, take all of me like a prize he’d won. I spoke into his ear. “Get me home.”

He turned his head my way and brushed a kiss over my hairline. “Yes, baby.”

He carried me up the stairs, got the door unlocked with one hand, and took me inside the apartment he’d bought for me. My shoes hit the ground, thudding against the hardwood floor along with his heavy footfalls. He whisked me away into the bedroom and dropped me on the covers. He yanked his shirt over his head then moved for his bottoms, moving as quickly as he could because he wasn’t in the mood to take it slow. Even if I asked him to make love to me, he probably wouldn’t do it. His boxers and jeans hit the ground, and he stood in the darkness, all muscle, ink, and power. His narrow hips led to a broad chest that was flanked with enough definition to make him look like a Roman soldier. The black ink contrasted against his fair skin, a fresco all over his body. His eight-pack was hard as concrete, and his shoulders were chiseled with so many individual muscles, he seemed to be carved from marble.

I stared at him, my thighs aching and my pussy burning.

His knees hit the mattress, making all the gravity shift because of his weight. His hands moved up my short dress, and he gripped the lace of my panties before he yanked them down my long legs. Once he pulled them off my feet, he pressed them into his nose and took a deep breath, his eyes locked on mine.

Oh god.

He tossed my panties onto the floor then shoved my dress above my hips. Normally, he stripped off every piece of clothing before he enjoyed me, but tonight, he wasn’t in the mood to wait an extra thirty seconds.

He grabbed both of my hips, his fingers spanning across my ass, and lifted me until my body was level with his. He held me in place as he shoved himself into me, getting his big cock inside me with a single thrust.

“God…” My hips were in the air, and my shoulders were against the bed. I clutched his wrists and watched him pound into me, taking my pussy like he owned it.

He fucked me fast, hitting me hard with every thrust. All the muscles of his core tightened and shifted as he used his stomach, ass, and back to shove himself inside me over and over.