She pushes me down on the bed. Well, Ilether push me down. She climbs over my lap, straddling my waist. I grip her hips and move her bare skin along my fly, letting her leave a trail of wetness on my jeans. She moans at the friction.
Her hands reach for my zipper, and I love how her hunger comes through the motions of her fingertips. When I met Selena, she wouldn’t have put her hand on me like this or taken charge of her pleasure. I like when my little rabbit becomes a predator when it comes to getting what she wants, especially when she wants my cock.
She pulls my cock from my jeans and when she lowers herself, I feel the end of her. Her absolute limit. She gives me all of her body, just like she always has, as if last night never happened. As if I hadn’t killed a man and she hadn’t pulled my gun on me.
“Good girl, bunny,” I groan as I drop my head back and let myself feel the weight of her on my lap. I listen to her growing moans. We’ve made love and basked in each other’s pleasure so few times.
Her body gleams with sweat as she rides me. She forgets how much she hates the heat when it’s me that warms her. Her hands drop to my chest, and she grinds on my lap. I grip her nipples and make her whimper as I squeeze. I pull her chest to mine and kiss her. She spasms around me, squeezing the base of my dick. I pull out so she can tense around my swollen head. I groan and let her pleasure please me. She feels incredible, even once her pussy relaxes and stretches around me.
“God, bunny,” I growl. “I can’t get enough of your pussy. Can’t get enough of you.”
“Lexington,” she groans.
I look up at her and fight the flicker of frustration as she says my full name again. I don’t want him to come and change how I’m fucking her. How she’s fucking me. I don’t want him to come and fuck her selfishly when I wantherto be selfish as she chases her orgasm.
There’s a darkness that creeps over her expression, completing the transformation into my little wolf with my cock deep inside her.
“Have you ever been spit on?” she asks, a sly grin on her face as she leans forward and rocks on my lap.
Oh, rabbit. “Not the way you’re thinking,” I say.
“Open your mouth.”
I consider shaking my head and telling her no. I’m not into that. I’d spit on her pretty face, in her mouth, on her perfect little cunt, but I’d never considered taking her spit.
But I’ll do anything for her, and if she wants to spit in my mouth, I’ll let her.
I put my hand behind her neck and drag her toward my mouth. Her lips are so close to mine. I spread my lips and wait for her move. Selena pouts and releases a slow and sensual mouthful of spit that hits my tongue.
Fuck. I didn’t think I was into that, but the moment her spit lands in my mouth and she raises herself to ride me, I’m done for.
I pull her down and kiss her again, with our spit still mixing together. I grab her hip with one hand as I coach her movement until she makes me come.
“Dirty fucking rabbit,” I growl as I come inside her, filling her as deeply as I can. She doesn’t climb off me, not even as my come drips down my shaft and pools on my pelvis. Her hips just rock and coat her pussy in it.
I lift my hip and lay her on her back once more. She kisses me. Someone like her shouldn’t let someone like me inside her, let alone allow me to fill her up as much as I have. I’ve made her take every drop of me since the first time I fucked her.
I pull out of her, and my come drips from her, covering every arch of her perfect pussy. I push her legs apart. “Keep them spread for me,” I tell her. Her inner thighs shine with silky cream. “God, I love seeing my come dripping from you. Such a sweet-faced little bunny who has no fucking idea what she’s gotten herself into.” I run my hand up her thigh, cleaning my come off her skin. “Or maybe you know exactly what you got yourself into and you just don’t care.”
I push my come back inside her as I lean over and kiss her. I fuck her with my fingers, and the wet sound of our come is like music to my ears. When more drips from her, I drop between her legs and give her a long lick to clean her up. She moans and fists my hair as I curl my tongue and catch every drop.
I sit up and fist her hair, tugging her up until her lips part against the pressure. I spit into her mouth, making her take the last bit of us—our spitandour come. She moans and swallows with a bite of her lower lip.
She’ll always take everything I give her.
“I love you, Lex,” she pants against my mouth as I shove my fingers deep inside her. She releases a moan, and I chase her words with the tips of my fingers. Her chest rises to meet mine.
I’ve never said I love you to anyone. It feels unnatural. Too foreign. It’s a concept I can’t wrap my mind around. I don’t understand the word or how it came from her husband’s mouth so easily when he clearly didn’t love her. How can it matter so much and so little from one person to another? I pull away from her mouth, and the words stick in my throat. Iwantto say it to her—I’m full of that feeling for her—but it’s just not as easy for me to say them. I try to show her how I feel, but for a woman like Selena, that will never be enough. She needs to hear it from me, and I’m trying.
I swallow hard. It’s as if I am preparing to speak a new language for the first time in front of a room of people. I’ll never understand how natural it is for her, how it just rolls off her tongue without a hint of hesitation, especially after everything I’ve done to her and everything she’s witnessed.
I wrap one hand behind her neck and lift her toward my lips. I pull my fingers out of her and put them in her mouth. She takes my come-coated fingers and swallows them whole. God, if that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.
“I love you, bunny,” I let the words roll from my lips and drip into her mouth.
If anyone had told me the scared young thing I carjacked at gunpoint would be the sexy, strong woman beneath me who just spit in my goddamn mouth, I wouldn’t have believed them. Not her. Not the sweet little bunny. Now I know what she really is and that she’s right where she needs to be.
With me.