Page 58 of Born Into Trouble (Occupy Yourself)
This got him a squeeze in return, and a gruff, “Love you, too, shrimp.”
Releasing his hold and stepping back, he waited until he had Slate’s gaze before he said, “You’re not gonna clean make me that mess up, are you?” Laughter from two of the people he loved most in the world surrounded him, and he grinned at how good it felt.
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“Are you trying to be nice?” Lucia’s question startled him, and Benny blinked at her. He’d been watching her as she played and thought her focus on the game would keep her from noticing his scrutiny. “Because you’re making me nervous. Do I have something on my face or something?”
Leaning forwards, he brushed his thumb up her cheek, sweeping his hand into her loose hair, threading his fingers in so he could pull her towards him. Pressing a gentle kiss to the side of her head, he released her and sat back, watching as her hair fell in a dark cloud around her face again. “No, I was thinking I wanted to kiss you but didn’t want to bug you.”
She cut a glance his way, then looked back to the TV. “Not buggin’ me to kiss me.” Lips tipping up, she said, “Like your kisses,Papi.”
“I’m glad.” Stretching out on the couch, he turned to put his head in her lap, grinning as she readily adjusted to the new position, lifting her hands and the controller so he could fit underneath. “I like kissing you.” He waited a moment, then asked her, “Whatcha doin’?”
Her lips tipped again, mouth stretching into a soft smile. “Playin’.” A pause, then, “Whatchu doin’?”
He turned his head, nuzzling under the edge of her shirt and kissed her belly, liking how it hollowed out at his touch, her torso jerking as his lips made contact. He drew a line of soft kisses, then looked up at her. No longer smiling, she had pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and was biting it hard. “Playin’,” he repeated the word back to her and watched as that lip rolled out of her mouth slowly, glistening in a way which made him want to kiss her.Not that I need an excuse. Eyes still to the TV, she pressed her full lips into a tight line, and he decided to test her focus, turning his head to nuzzle into her again.
Lifting his hand, he curled his arm around her side, fingers drifting up her back underneath the fabric of her shirt, finding the edge of her bra strap and tracing along the line. “Benny.” Soft and breathy, her voice wasn’t scolding, even though he knew it was her intent.
“Hmm?” Raising his other hand, he slipped it underneath her thigh beside where he lay, curving his fingers around the bare skin, tickling the back of her knee gently. She didn’t dress conservatively, but she didn’t show much skin, either, always hitting a happy medium which meant he loved looking at her in whatever outfit she chose. Knowing, unlike all the other men who might look at her and see only what was hinted at, he knew what lay underneath.The promise.
Still breathy, she said, “Stop. You’re gonna get me killed.” He glanced at the screen. She was in solo mode, which meant she didn’t really care. Shifting, he pulled his hand out from under her leg and turned his back to the TV, facing her. The hem of her shirt had lifted, baring a tantalizing strip of skin across her belly. Easing forwards, he moved until his cheek was pressed against her pelvis, lips brushing against her. Drawing slow circles with the tip of his nose, he crossed her belly, kissing as he went. “Benny.” Breathless again, her voice trembled, and he felt the weight of her arm on his shoulder. Glancing up, he saw her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted.
“Gonna die, baby?” At his words, her eyes popped open, and she glared down at him a moment before looking beyond him to the TV. He rearranged his hands, sliding one underneath her thigh again, but up near where her shorts covered her ass, curving in and pressing against the seam in her crotch. Benny got to watch as her belly hollowed out at his touch again. Heard her indrawn breath, saw the tails of her hair dip, and knew she was looking down at him. Trailing a fingernail down the seam, he scratched and plucked at it, seeing her belly jerk again.Wanna hear her moan.
Lips to the fastening of her waistband, he worked and tugged, fingers getting in on the action to get her zipper down and then he slipped a hand into her panties, immediately shifting, frustrated at the angle. “Wanna eat you, baby.” Nuzzling again, he heard a thud and looked up to see her empty hands sweeping her hair back, fingers tugging on the elastic tie she wore on her wrist. “Leave it down.” He liked her hair down. “Baby.” She stared at him. “Lay back, Luce.”
Shifting sideways, she edged towards the arm of the couch as he sat up and adjusted his hard cock in his too-tight pants. Sauntering to the door, he put the chain on and turned the deadbolt, turning to face her. Tiny socks on her feet, knees bent, heels together and tucked to her ass, she was lying with her head on a pillow. “Gorgeous.” She was. Dark hair swirling around her head and shoulders, beautiful brown eyes bright, uncertainty warring with arousal on her face. “Stunning.” The hem of her shirt rucked up, belly bare, red lace of her panties peeking out the ‘V’ made by the opened shorts.
“Continually amazed that you picked me.” With one knee to the couch he curled his hands around her ankles, sliding up her calves and over her knees, thumbs between her thighs until he pressed against her still-covered pussy. “Looks like yours? Beauty you have inside you? You could have anyone.” Fingers hooking in her shorts, he dragged them down her legs and off. Dark red lace covered her, darker in the center exposing things she didn’t realize he’d see. “A thousand men would lay their hearts at your feet.” Hands traveling the same path, he let her panties fall to the floor. “You let me in.” Fingers loosely circling her ankles, he slipped her socks off. “Bringing all your beauty into my life.” He leaned in, mouth against her skin. “In my bed. Letting me hold love in my arms, every day. Gonna kiss you every moment, tell you how much I love you. Always will. My heart is yours, Lucia.” He lifted her hand, placing it against his chest.
Swooping in, he brushed a soft kiss against her parted lips. “Shirt off, baby. Bra too.” Leaning up, she was occupied with his instructions when he stroked her gently, slowly slipping a single finger into her pussy, freezing her in place with the shirt half off. He went belly-down on the couch, pushing her legs apart, finding there was plenty of room to do what he wanted. He pulled one leg over his shoulder and leaned his head against her inner thigh. “Are you mine, Lucia? Do I hold your heart?” His question jolted her into movement, and her shirt went flying.
“Si, Papi. Mi corazon.” Dipping his face forward, he flattened his tongue against her, lapping at the sweetness which was all his. “Ah, Dios.”
“Mine,” he murmured, mouth against her, knowing she felt every gentle breath. Hands under her ass, he lifted her to his mouth, watching as her belly did that hollowing out thing, imagining it rounded instead. “Forever.” Licking and lapping at her, he fucked her with his tongue, slowly. What she gave him was deliciously sweet. “Always.” Her body arched, hips tipping, hands running through his hair and he looked up at her to find her staring back intently. “I love you, Lucia.” She nodded. “Keeping you forever, baby.” Sucking her clit into his mouth, he traced across it with the tip of his tongue. “Never let you go.”
“Never let me go,” she repeated, hers breathy-soft where his had been raspy-rough.
“Never let you go.” Fingers working her, hard and fast, curling and twirling inside her while he ate her like a starving man.
“Never let me go.” Lips parting on a gasp, she changed the tune when she said, “Never letting you go, Benny.”
“Don’t let me go.” His was a plea, but he prayed she didn’t know, lost as she was in the passion he evoked in her. “Never let me go.” Pressing deep, he covered as much of her with his mouth as he could, biting and sucking, desperate for what she gave him.
“Never.” Moaning softly, lost in the emotions and feelings, still she knew what he needed. “Love you,Papi.” Another moan and she tipped her hips, moving and thrusting up, seeking what he gave her. “Love you.” Head back, he lost her eyes but got to watch her face as she came, seeing all the beauty she held inside. Thirty minutes later, she got to watch his as he exposed everything he thought he had hidden, making her love him even more.
