Page 72 of Axe-ing for Trouble
With a groan, she bent at the waist and licked the tip.
Stars danced in my vision and my knees buckled.
“No.” I stumbled back, set on finding the box of condoms in the nightstand. “I want to be inside you.”
She pouted, her lip stuck out.
Fuck. That mouth. As desperately as I wanted it wrapped around my cock, the need to be inside her was too great.
“Are you okay with this?” I asked as I yanked a foil packet from the box and tossed it onto the mattress. “I’ll be gentle.”
She sat on the edge of the bed and lay back, spreading her legs wide. “Please don’t be gentle,” she said. “You have no idea how much I need this.”
I bent over her, braced on my forearms, and helped myself to a kiss.
When she cupped my face, I was hit with an overwhelming surge of affection for this complex, infuriating woman.
God, I had waited for what felt like a lifetime for this moment. I wanted to own her, claim her, and make her mine.
But she was injured. And I didn’t trust myself not to hurt her.
I was brimming with pent-up frustration and desire.
“Change of plan, Trouble.” I took one pink nipple into my mouth. “I want you on top.”
With a wicked smile, she sat up, and once I was positioned on my back, she straddled me, pinning me to the mattress. “Gladly. But I’m taking my time.”
She pressed a hand to my chest and drank me in with a predatory gleam in her eye.
“Where should I start?” She tapped her chin, then popped up on her knees and moved back, all the while biting that damn bottom lip and staring down at my throbbing erection. Carefully, she braced herself on one arm and kissed down my stomach, avoiding my cock.
“Tease,” I gritted out.
She hummed. “Be patient.” With more grace than should have been possible in a moment like this, she wrapped her hand around the base and slid her lips over my crown.
Jaw clenched and head thrown back, I groaned. I was in a state of pure agony.
Finally, she put me out of my misery, licking a bead of precum off the tip as she gave me a firm squeeze.
My back arched off the bed and stars danced in my vision. If I wasn’t careful, I’d embarrass myself. So I racked my brain for the most unsexy thoughts I could come up with.Spruce beetles, ultra-processed food, gray April slush on the side of the roads.
Okay, that was better.I sighed. But just as relief worked its way through my body, her mouth was on me again, taking me deeper. Fuck. I had no hope of surviving this.
“Trouble,” I hissed through gritted teeth, pawing at the comforter beside me. “Condom.”
She snagged it, dragging her tits across my chest, then took her sweet time tearing the foil and rolling the latex down my length.
With a palm on my chest, she shifted up so her thighs caged me in, pinning my dick between us.
Then, with one hand, she slid my glasses from my face.
I caught her wrist. “No way. I need to see you.”
She acquiesced without a fight, waiting while I adjusted them. Then, when I could see her clearly, she lifted up on her knees and positioned my cock at her entrance. Slowly, she lowered herself. As she took me in, inch by inch, her eyes widened and her breathing picked up.
Hit with a surge of pride, I bracketed her hips, steadying her. “That’s it. Take it slow.”
When she bottomed out, she gasped in a way that made her tits shake and my vision blur. This moment was perfection. Hot, tight perfection, with one hell of a view.
