She buries her face in my shirt, and I can feel the wetness from her tears. She cries like that for so long I start to get worried.
“Baby girl,” I say, rubbing my hand up and down her back, my head laying on hers. “You’re scaring me.”
“I don’t think I can do this, Dex.” She sniffs. “We’re getting ready to fight the Russians. We almost lost Leo. I feel like I’m losing control of myself and everything around me.” She looks at me with such sad eyes I wish I can take it all away. “I miss Dad,” she whispers. “He wouldn’t fall apart like this.”
I pull her up, wiping her tears off with my thumbs. “You can do this. You’re strong. There’s nothing wrong with taking a minute to get your emotions together. You have us to lean on when you need, Baby girl.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, squeezing tight. I wrap my arms around her back, squeezing just as tight, sinking into the feeling of her pressed against my body with no panic. I don’t even feel it creeping up in the background. I just feel her finally wrapped in my arms again.
“I missed this, Dexton,” she whispers against my neck.
“Me too,” I whisper back.
She pulls back, and I want to jerk her back, but I need to give her space. She lets out a watery laugh, wiping her face off with her shirt. “I’m a mess.”
“Maybe, but we all are; that’s why we work.” I wipe more tears away with my thumbs. “We will get through this. Together.”
She looks back up at me, her eyes searching mine. I tuck her hair behind her ear, rubbing my hand down her cheek, marveling at the softness and the fact that I’m fine with it.
I want to kiss her so damn bad. I lean toward her, leaving a breath between our lips, letting her take that last step. She closes the distance pressing her lips onto mine, tentatively putting her hands on the sides of my neck. I sink further into the kiss, letting her know I’m okay. With a sigh, she wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine.
I pull her over so she’s straddling my lap without breaking our lips apart, running my hands up and down her back because I can’t get enough. I massage my tongue against hers; before long, her hips are grinding, and mine are pushing up to get closer and closer.
“Make me forget, Dex,” she whispers against my lips.
“Are you sure?” I need to ask. No way in hell do I want her to think I’m taking advantage of her.
“Please. I need this so bad from you.”
I think back to the last time we had sex; we didn’t touch like this because I couldn’t. I could barely get my shit together enough to grab her hips. The time with her and Ryder was the first time I was with someone in six years, and I couldn’t even touch her like I wanted. But I can now.
“Here?” I ask.
This is the first place I ever noticed her; the moment I knew I needed this girl like I needed air. It seems fitting that the first time I can enjoy her touch, that would also be here on this swing, overlooking the city she rules over.
“Yes.”
I slide my hands under her shirt, pulling it over her head, revealing a black lace bra cradling those perfect breasts. I lay her shirt on the swing, kiss each one, then her chest and neck. She sighs again, running her fingers through the hair on the back of my head. I feel a shudder wrack my body, but not because anything is creeping up; it feels so fucking good.
I reach behind her and unhook her bra, laying it with her shirt after carefully sliding it down her arms, letting my fingersbrush against her skin. Her nipples pebble instantly, goosebumps popping up on her flesh, and it isn’t because she’s cold.
“I want to touch you too,” she whispers. She slides her hands under the hem of my shirt, pausing to ensure I can handle it. I take a deep breath and nod. She slides it up and over my head, laying it with her discarded clothes. She runs her hands down my chest, and I shiver again; her hands pause below my pecs. “Is this okay?”
“God, yes,” I rasp, jerking her lips back to mine.
It’s a deep kiss, one I can feel in my soul. Slow and unhurried, we explore each other’s mouths and exposed skin; neither of us can get enough.
I turn us so I can lay her back on the padded swing, stretching my body over hers. Kissing down her neck and chest, I run my hands up her sides before gently massaging both breasts, her back arches pushing them further into my hands. “Beautiful,” I whisper before pulling her nipple into my mouth.
“Dex,” she whispers my name like a prayer, needing this contact as much as I do.
I switch between both nipples before kissing down her sternum, down her stomach, then kissing a line across the skin directly above her shorts.
I stand up from the swing, kicking my boots off before shedding my jeans so my cock can breathe. It’s begging to be inside her, but I want to take my time with her. Show her what I wanted to show her six years ago and the other day when I bent her over the bed. I pull her shorts and panties off before I climb back on the swing, getting my face situated between her thighs.
I take my tongue and swipe slowly from the entrance of her pussy to her clit, circling my tongue around it. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and I already know I’ll be addicted to tasting her again. Her hips lift, and she lets go of one of those deep throaty moans, causing my cock to jerk in my boxer briefs. I follow the same path back and forth with my tongue several times, circling her clit each time. I lick beside her clit on each side before sucking it into my mouth.
“Ohhhh,” she breathes, pushing her hips to meet my mouth,shoving her hands into my hair. I sink two fingers into her pussy, twisting and rubbing until her hips jerk, sucking her clit into my mouth.
