“You’re not going to move a damn inch,” he orders before he swivels down the bed.
“What are you up to?” I raise a brow.
He doesn’t bother replying with words. Instead, he spreads my thighs, groaning when he finds my pussy bare. It’s not a surprise, I never sleep with panties.
His eyes are filled with hunger, and his lips dragging up my skin just hits different this time. Everything inside of me is heightened, sensitive, and aching, but one look at him and it’s a confirmation that it’s the good kind of pain. It’s yearning.
He spreads my lips open, sliding a finger along my center, then softly growls as he lowers his mouth to me. I gasp from his wet tongue hitting my clit, especially when he laps up my juices, and I recognize that he is starving for me. It’s been days since we’ve been intimate like this.
My eyelids become heavy as endorphins take over my body. Thankfully, Ford holds me down for stability, keeping my thighs parted.
“I could lick you all night,” he whispers, then his tongue circles.
A wave begins to form inside my body. My fingers dig into his hair to usher him away. “More of you.” My breath is beginning to run ragged.
His finger dips inside of me, and I clench around him. This isn’t enough. I want it all.
I’m allowed to be greedy right now. Everyone is allowed to have a down period and someone who can help them through it.
Ford moans when he inserts another finger. His teeth grab hold of my dress, and he slowly drags it up, pausing when he sees the bandage on my belly.
“I’m fine,” I promise. “But I want you inside of me.” I breathe, my body arching as his fingers play with me.
“Elle—”
I grab hold of his wrist, drawing his fingers out of me, and I bring them to my lips for a taste. I need his attention, and I make it clear that recovery be damned, I want him inside of me. I suck, making a point for him to watch my mouth take every last drop.
“Please, you make me feel better,” I beg again.
He kisses me, delving his tongue between my lips to open my mouth, stroking my tongue with his own, and making me dizzy in the process.
“Let me take you from behind,” he whispers.
We get into a spooning position after he plops an extra pillow in front of me for my body to prop against while he wraps his arm around me. When he works his cock inside me, I feel like I can finally breathe in relief.
“We need to be careful.” He kisses my shoulder as he begins to find his speed.
“I’m not in pain.”
Our fingers link. “I meant you’re not on birth control.”
Oh yeah, that.
What a turn of events that at the start of the summer Ford was the one not using logic, and here I am now at the mercy of finding relief.
“Then pull out, just don’t end this.”
Something about my words causes him to spear into me, still careful yet more robust.
“Shh, just let go.” He grazes my shoulder with his teeth. “We’ll go slow, as long as it takes, but I’m going gentle.”
Glancing behind my shoulder, I’m faced with his determined eyes that are set on me. He made his claim on me long ago, and he takes his job to make me happy very seriously, which is why I feel him circling my clit with his finger again as he pumps in and out of me.
“I love you,” I say and kiss him. My words seem to send him into his own world as he holds my hip down and dives deeper inside of me.
“We have our whole lives for me to enjoy you like this, but why does it feel like I need to reassure you?” he manages to ask just as I feel him hit that perfect spot between my internal walls.
“I’m not perfect. I’m lost,” I admit.
