Page 58 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

It was so quiet, I almost missed it.

She raised her head and kissed the underside of my jaw. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I lowered my head and captured her lips with mine. We’d had sex in just about every possible way, but from the moment our lips touched, this time was different.

Slower. Steady. I roamed over her lips, then down the side of her neck.

She lifted her arms, wrapping them around my neck and pulling me down. The bed cushioned us on every side, the overly soft mattress sinking until I almost drowned in the thing.

Of course Peyton liked soft beds. Should I call Leo and let him know we needed to change her room to match this? What was this woman doing to me?

Peyton shifted beneath me, her legs pulling to either side of mine as she cradled my erection. “I need you, Viktor.”

I nibbled her lower lip, then dipped down to kiss the hollow of her throat. We had time before the others would worry. Running my hand down her leg, I hiked her skirt up to expose her thigh.

She pressed her heels into the bed, then hooked her legs over my thighs and pulled me closer.

“Easy, Peyton.” I rasped out a laugh that vibrated the bed and caused Peyton to smile up at him. “I fear this bed is too soft, and I’m going to need to make some accommodations.” It was a bald-faced lie. The bed was fine. I could fuck her anywhere, on any surface. But for reasons I refused to think about, I allowed today to be different. Moving as slowly as possible, I ran my hand along her thigh and between her legs.

“Too soft. Pfft.” She fluttered her lips. “Don’t tell me. When you’re not in the playroom, you sleep on a bed of nails.”

“Close enough.” The thin dress covering her shoulders had to go. Sitting back on my heels, I pushed the dress up around her waist, then tugged her into a sitting position and pulled it over her head. “Incredible.”

She made a face at me until I pinched her chin between my thumb and forefinger and raised her chin. “Thank you for the compliment.”

“You’re welcome.” I kissed my way down her body, to the curve of her hip, and then back up until our lips met.

She reached between us and unzipped my pants, cupping my balls before running her hand up and down my length.

I’d never thought about being tender with her, not like this. I’d always made sure she was comfortable, even when the goal was to make her uncomfortable, to find her limits.

But this, allowing silence to build and pleasure to come from the slow way she lifted her hand to cup the side of my face, became almost torturous.

My heart beat far to fast for the minimal movement, and every breath scorched my lungs. I had not felt this in years. Not since…

No. I eased inside her, blotting out the memories and forcing myself to focus on the here and now. On Peyton.

Peyton stretched her spine, her palm flat over my cheek and her body accepting me as I used every inch of my cock to tease and please her. My rhythm held steady, my slow strokes turning her eyes soft. Her lashes fluttered closed, then flew open. “Viktor.”

“I’m here.” I turned my head and kissed her palm. I’m here. A lump formed in my throat, trapping all of the romantic sentiments I’d locked away. I held them back through force of will. Peyton tightened her grip, her heels pulling me deeper.

Emotions I’d thought long dead threatened to rise.

I squashed them and changed the pace, palming the side of her neck and tipping her chin up for a kiss.

This was not what I’d intended for today.

I’d planned to protect Peyton, and I would. But this, making love in her bed, in this slow, delicate way, had never been part of the plan.

Love making. No.

Absolutely not.

I kissed her, closing my eyes and driving every thought out of my head except for how good she felt around me.

We climaxed together, the steady built cresting in a wave that left Peyton shaking beneath me.

“Wow.” Her heels ran up and down the back of my thighs. “I…wow.”