“It’s okay,” I whisper, feeling somewhat soothed by his admission,
“I guess she was teaching us how to care for our future wives and potential future daughters,” He continues without missing a beat, “Taught us how to work knots and brush out her hair without ever telling us why she wanted us to do it.”
She did tremendous work, I think to myself as he continues, not a painful snag in sight.
“She was a good woman,” River says.
“She sounds like it,” I reply, filling the silence his voice leaves behind.
He drops the brush, and I reach for it, untangling one of the bands I had wrapped around the handle and begin to braid my hair. He watches intently, eyes focused on the movement of my hands and fingers as I work my hair into the braid.
“Can you teach me?” He asks.
“Teach you?”
“How to do that with your hair,” He continues, “Show me how I can make it easier for you.”
“I can show you,” I breathe.
His grin lights up something within my heart and now my hair is finished I let him put me where he wants me. On this occasion,it’s on the side of the bed furthest from the door, and he tucks the sheets around my body before he molds himself to the shape of my back.
“Sleep, princess,” He kisses the spot between my shoulder and neck, “We have all the time in the world to show each other how we both live.”
Chapter Twenty-five
Iwake to the feel of nails running down my abdomen, soft enough they don’t scratch or leave a mark, but hard enough the sensation of it has goose bumps rising on my skin. It feels so good it makes a moan rumble up my throat.
Her sleepy giggle has my cock jerking behind the flannel pants I grabbed to sleep in, the sound stirring me awake. I turn my head to her, seeing her on her side facing me, her hair still in the braid but messier with fine hair sticking out around her temples and her eyes are bright, her smile pure.
Fuck me.
I move quickly, laying myself across her and pin her down into the mattress, capturing her mouth with mine. This is so fucking wrong, I need to lay down a line, boundaries, but god, I don’t want to. Not when she’s right here, with that smile, with those giggles and that body. I’ve gone too far now, there’s no going back.
She melts beneath me, my hips in the cradle of her thighs, my cock pressing to that soft, warm center. I’m sure she’s sore, and the last thing I want to do is hurt her, but I can’t stop the grind of my hips, my cock aching.
She gasps into my mouth, and I freeze, pulling away from her.
“Wait,” She blurts, chasing me with her hands as I push onto my knees between her legs. My shirt is shoved up to her abdomen, leaving her completely bare from her hips down. My mouth damn near fucking waters.
I trail a hand up the inside of her thigh, watching her skin pebble in reaction to my touch and I keep crawling my hand up, until I reach the crease of her thigh and slide my hand across, cupping her pussy.
Her intake of breath has my eyes flicking back to her face to gauge her reaction, but it isn’t pain I see. It’s desperation.
I feel my mouth kick up into a smile, “Are you a little needy, princess?” I rasp.
Her lashes flutter as color stains her cheeks, so I remove my hand and replace it with two fingers, sliding them through her lips slowly, watching as her mouth pops open and eyes roll back.
“I’m not going to fuck you this morning, Marly,” I growl, “You’re much too sore for that.”
“I’m not,” She stammers out the lie.
I chuckle, “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll take care of you. I won’t let you leave aching.”
She cries out when I press my mouth to her, kissing her tenderly before I lick her from entrance to clit. Her hips buck beneath me, so I lay my forearm across them, pinning them to the mattress as I get to work on her, flicking my tongue in all the right placeswhile I tease at her hole but never penetrate her. Her whole body is trembling, her moans filling the space around me.
I suck her clit into my mouth, focusing my attention on that tight bundle of nerves and when her climax hits her, her thighs clamp around my head and she calls out my name. Bringing her down from the high, I crawl back up her body and kiss the corner of her mouth before I straighten out the tee and move to get off the bed.
“Don’t you want me to –” She pointedly looks at the tent in the front of my pants.
