Page 98 of Brother In Arms

As much as we both liked it rough, I didn’t want to go there with her right now. She was fragile, and I figured it was time to show her I had a few other tricks up my sleeve than just banging the shit out of her like some caveman. So, I got her up on the bed and laid her down on her stomach, taking my time to press my lips lightly to every square inch of her skin in these light little butterfly fart kisses until she was left gasping and giggling, her body wriggling at the tickling sensation.

Still, me being me, I pinned her fine ass to the top blanket. No matter how much she writhed, kicked, and begged me to do something else, I kept at it until I was satisfied. When I was? I flipped her on her back and did it all over again to the front of her body, that is, until I reached the juncture of her thighs… then my interest was captured with making her writhe due to an entirely different set of circumstances.

I rolled my eyes so I could watch her face as I kept her thighs open with the set of my shoulders. Bailey’s eyes filled with the dark, hungry light of desire and her breath let out in a shuddering sigh at the first tentative touch of my tongue. I teased her opening with my fingertip and slid my middle finger easily inside her, stimulating her body with that come hither motion, my knuckles pressed tightly to her outer lips. I lowered my mouth back down to her pussy and took that hard little kernel of flesh into my mouth and sucked.

I felt her body tense, her hands gripping the covers to either side of her hips as she gave a slow, steady roll of them, lifting them unconsciously off the bed. I braced my free forearm across her hips and pressed her back down to the bed and I swear, the act of restraining her was enough to make her pussy pulse around my finger. It was erotic as hell how responsive her body was to what I liked, and not for the first time, I thought we were made for each other in more ways than one. I’d never been with a woman whose tastes complimented mine so fully.

“Stop, stop, stop!” she gasped and I leaned up. She arched an eyebrow and said, “I want to come with you inside me,” and I had to smile. I liked the sound of that. I liked the sound of that a lot, and I wasn’t about to deny a request like that, especially when I was so hard, I could crack rocks with it.

I climbed her body slowly, and pressed a few kisses to her skin, pausing to take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck on it, teasing it with my tongue while I watched her face. I adjusted my angle with one hand while I leaned on my forearm by her head with the other so I wouldn’t crush her.

I pressed into her in one long, super slow, steady stroke and her eyes slipped shut, her breath escaping her in a long, satisfied, shuddering sigh. I held myself there, not daring to move just yet, and kissed her, holding her close in the warm cage of my body. Willing her to understand by touch alone just how much she’d come to mean to me with her willingness to adapt and keep going, her commitment to stay the course.

I loved these things about her, I loved her, and I really wanted her to stay the course with me and try on her dream for size. Was it scary? As hell, but it was also the right thing to do. It was such a rush being with her, and I needed that in my life, to keep me steady and on course for walking this straight and narrow. Nothing was ever boring around Bailey Lynn Berling, and I really, really loved that about her.

She moved under me, her eyes closed, a look of concentration on her face, and I wanted to stay like this forever.

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