His befuddlement is really cute. Not only that I could be interested in sex randomly but that I’d initiate it out of the blue. Who does he think he’s dealing with?
I appreciate him taking care of me since I definitely needed a shoulder to lean on earlier. But I don’t need anyone treating me like glass. I’m not fragile. I’m a frickin’ boss.
And as I told my friends, I’m also really horny.
Don’t judge me.
I roll my hips, gratified at the strangled groan that falls from his lips.
“What you said earlier, about giving me what I need? Did you mean it?”
His hands tighten on my hips, so hard I’m sure I’ll have bruises in the shape of his fingers later. I love the pain, it makes me feel alive. Like I’m still here and can do some damage in this world.
“I love you. I would give you the beating heart from my chest if you’d let me.”
My head falls forward and our lips meet, a furious class of lips and teeth. I am humbled by the things he says, completely and utterly undone. I don’t know what I did to deserve this kind of love but for once I’m going to be selfish and take it.
“You could break my heart. I don’t think I could bear it.”
He stands with me in his arms and the blatant display of strength is sexy as hell.
“I never would. One day you’ll believe it.”
I point down the hall so he knows where my room is and he carries me the whole way, stumbling into the wall when I bite his neck.
“Woman, that mouth is going to get you into trouble.”
“Mmm, trouble. You know how much I love that.”
Together we crash on top of the bed, knocking a box of tissues and a paperback book off the nightstand. We’re kissing like we can’t breathe when we’re apart and it’s a struggle to get our clothes off with our mouths fused together. His shirt is probably in tatters with the way he ripped it off and my nightshirt doesn’t fare much better. As soon as my shirt is gone, Vin’s mouth trails over my chest. He pauses to kick off his pants, leaving him in black boxer briefs.
When he goes to take my bra off, my hand clasps his.
“What is it, baby?”
My mouth is suddenly dry as dust.
“Um, I have a scar. From a lumpectomy.”
Showing my scar makes me feel more exposed than the loss of my clothes. Usually I keep my bra on in bed because it makes me more comfortable to keep it covered. But here, with Vin, for the first time I feel I can be truly naked.
He kisses me gently and waits to see what I’ll do. I reach underneath and unhook my bra before sliding it off. His eyes land on the scar that runs down the side of my right breast like a red smile. Then he bows his head and places a gentle kiss there, like he’s soothing it. Soothing me.
He lavishes the left breast with the same attention before his tongue trails down my stomach. My hips move with him, eagerly anticipating the moment his lips will reach the place that aches for him. When his mouth finally, finally, covers my pussy my hips buck up off the bed, the pleasure too sharp to hold still.
“Ariana. My beautiful little devil. You even taste like trouble.”
My hands slide into his hair as his tongue rolls over my folds, playing with me like a piece of candy he doesn’t want to eat too fast. Back and forth, every lick taking me closer and closer to heaven. My thighs shake but he doesn’t let up until I’m screaming his name and gasping for breath.
He looks a little too satisfied with himself so when he leans back, I follow. Carefully, I slide onto the floor, on my knees next to him. He groans when I hook my fingers in the sides of his boxer briefs, tugging gently. He’s so hard that he pops out immediately and I lick the tip, circling the head gently.
“Ariana, I’m too worked up. I don’t think I can take this.”
Ignoring him, I fist his entire length with a tight grip while lavishing the head with soft suctioning kisses. As his breath comes harder, I take him deeper, staring into his eyes as he bumps the back of my throat.
It’s a challenge to take him that far but the look on his face makes it worth the effort. He groans and his fingers clench the sheets beside us, flexing with every pull of my mouth.
“Ari?”