‘Haven’t you missed me?’ I ask, hating how desperate sound. Maybe I have no right to be in her bedroom, but I don’t really give a fuck.
Blame reading her Tinder messages.
Blame her going out on a date.
Blame Smalls for revealing her dirty playmates.
Or I’ll just blame me because I can’t stay away from her.
And I won’t.
I lower my head, whispering her name. It’s wrong but there’s no decision to be made, no other choice to be named. My protestations and my past, my attempts at pushing her away—they all turn to dust as I press my lips to hers. I want to tell her. But I also want to kiss her. Feel the absolution of her touch. My kiss, it’s a bare whisper of a thing but no accident as her body rises to my touch. I’m aware of the tiny catch in her throat and the amber flecks in her gaze as I study this woman—mywoman. As I deepen the kiss, she opens her mouth so beautifully for me, whimpering as she sucks on my tongue. My whole body jerks as her body accepts mine the tenor of the moment changing instantly.
This is so fucking on.
I pull at her T-shirt, bite her neck, scrape my teeth over her breast, and all the while, I grind against her hot body, unable to get close enough, unable to touch enough with my rough hands. Greedy for her. Greedy for her love.
‘Tell me you’ve missed me.’ My words are little more than a growl as I bring my thigh tight between her legs. Her answer? A sharp hiss as she relishes the friction, her movements as sinuous as any cat.
‘Tell me you’re sorry,’ my little pussy purrs.
‘I’m sorry you’re so lovely, half-pint,’ I whisper jaggedly, though we’re both aware of the smile in my words. Feeding my hands under her T-shirt, I push it roughly over her head, dragging my hands down over her skin, desperate to touch her everywhere and all at once.
I take her breasts full in my hands, holding them high, licking the hard buds each in turn, relishing her ragged moan at the threat of my teeth. The way she rubs against me drives me to the edge of insanity. I’ve never been this hard as I bite the underside of one full breast, working my way south without letting go until I’m settled between her legs. I’ve never felt so wild as my hands grip her thighs tight, pushing them wide. My whole body shakes with need as I press my face into her, breathing the scent of her arousal so deeply through her gossamer-thin underwear.
And she smells heavenly.
‘Who are you wet for, Nell?’ I murmur the devil on my shoulder’s words as I place my teeth over the top of her slit. When she doesn’t answer, I make good on my threat until she’s squirming beneath me.
‘Ben, please. Let me feel you.’
‘Who were you thinking of when you were touching yourself?’
‘Ben, please’ He hands in my hair, she seems unsure where she needs my mouth.
‘Tell me. Was it me or him?’
‘You sent me out,’ comes her half-moaned retort. ‘You said I should—’
‘I know, sweetheart.’ I place the flat of my tongue low between her legs, dragging upwards, savouring her whole-body tremor. ‘It was a mistake. My mistake.’
I’m a prick and I could’ve lost her.Please don’t let me hurt her, I think as I feed my fingers between her legs. Pulling the thin strip of fabric from her pussy, I brush one finger feather-light against her slick skin. Adrenaline floods my veins, the mixture of anger, anticipation, and fear like some kind of a high. Do I tremble because of the weight of my need or is it the gravity of this situation? Tying her to me when there’s a chance the only way I’ll return is in a body bag? Whatever the consequences, there’s no turning back. Not when she’s given me a second chance.
I can’t live without her dark, languid eyes and soft, sweet breath. But still, something snags at the edges of my attention, something dark and primal, something demanding in me as I slip her underwear down her legs.
‘You didn’t answer me,’ I whisper, pressing my fingers against her wetness, sliding them through her slick heat. She widens her legs even farther, tilting her hips in invitation. ‘Were you thinking of him or me?’ Parting her flesh with my fingers, I use the point of my tongue to flick her clit, keeping the pressure so light, I know it’s maddening.
‘I’m waiting for an answer, half-pint.’ I press harder, forcing Nell to writhe under me, desperate for more as I place my forearm over her stomach to keep her still.Pin her down. ‘And I can wait all night long.’
‘You’re a beast.’
‘And you’re lovely,’ I reply, nudging her clit with my nose, grazing it with the scruff from my chin.
‘That wasn’t a compliment,’ she almost keens, trying to twist away from my mouth.
‘Then tell me. Who is all this deliciousness for? Tell me, Nell, and I’ll make it so good.’
As she whispers the answer my heart knows but my jealous nature wouldn’t hear, I slide my tongue the length of her slit, smiling into her flesh as her hands find my hair and she arches from the bed with a cry that sounds like the perfect mixture of relief and anguish.
