Page 80 of Cross My Heart
Gently, he lathers my upper leg, moving it how he pleases to shave whatever he deems is in need. On his last pass, he grazes my pussy with his knuckles and we both groan.
“Dex, please,’ I beg with a voice hardly recognizable as my own.
“What, Lanie? What do you need?” His nose grazes the side of mine.
“I need you, Dex. Please, I need to feel you,” not at all shy about the need emanating from me.
On a low groan, he speaks, “Lanie, we can’t, I’ll hurt you. We have to wait for your arm to heal.”
“I can’t wait, Dex. Please,” I look for my reflection, not entirely sure the person begging for this man right now is me.
“Fuck, Lanie, do you know what it does to me when I hear you beg for me like that?”
He pulls away, searching the bathroom. His eyes are slightly crazed, which makes me laugh. I know his brain is working overtime, trying to find a solution that will allow him to touch me without hurting my arm.
“Stand up,” he commands, and I do so without hesitation.
He quickly rinses the conditioner from my hair, wraps me in a towel, and carries me to the foot of his bed. Once I’m on my feet, he makes quick work of drying me, his knuckles once again grinding lightly where I need release. He then places me on his bed.
“We cannot have sex, Lanie,” he says, sounding wounded. “Not until your shoulder is more stable, but if you can keep it still, in your sling, I will take care of you,” his words are filled with dark promises.
Not understanding what he means, I say, “You always take care of me, Dex. I want you to touch me.”
“Lanie,” my name a painful groan. When he speaks again, it is torturously slow. “When I say I’ll take care of you, it means in every way. Emotionally, he kisses my temple. Physically, his hand tweaks my nipple, rolling it leisurely. Mentally, he licks a line from the base of my neck to my earlobe, where he bites down gently, making me squirm. And sexually, Lanie. Lay back and let me take care of you, sexually.” He all but growls.
Once he has me supported on both sides with pillows, he makes good on his word. “Do you want my hands, Lanie? My lips? My tongue?”
Unable to choose one, I simply reply, “Yes,” making him chuckle.
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart. Hang on.” Slowly, he makes his way down my body. Sucking my right nipple in his mouth, he uses his tongue to flick the hardening peak. “Oh, sweetheart,” he moans against my skin. “I can’t get to your other tit tonight because of your arm, looks like this one here is going to get all the attention,” he tells me devilishly.
“Th-that’s okay,” I pant.
Dex smirks against my heated skin. He releases my breast with an audible pop and kisses down my scars. True to his word, he does this every chance he gets, and I notice that I cringe less each time he does. Reaching my hip bone, he nips it with his teeth, making me squeak.
“Stay still, sweetheart. We can’t do this if you’re moving, I’m afraid we’ll hurt your arm.” He runs his nose along my pubic bone, inhaling deeply, and I blush, everywhere. I try to twist away but he gives me a warning growl.
“Stay still! Got it?” I stupidly give him a thumbs up with my one working hand and want to smack myself. He laughs and lowers his mouth to my mound.
“Oh, Dex.”
“You like this, Lanie?” he asks, his warm breath adding extra sensations to my swollen nub. Reaching up with one long arm, he finds my nipple without even trying. He rolls my nipple in time with his tongue.
“Yes, yes, yes, I love it, I love…” I break off quickly, realizing what I was about to say.
Dex smiles like he knows what almost slipped out and roughly sucks my clit between his teeth. With methodical movements, he flicks, licks, and rolls my clit with his tongue. He knows when I am about ready to explode, and he backs off, once, then twice.
“Dex, please, not again, I need to come. Please…” I’m saying when he goes all in.
“Fuck me, Lanie, you taste so damn good,” he says while lapping at all my nectar.
I feel the stubble of his chin against my core, his face moving side to side against my most sensitive area. Slowly, Dex strokes me with his fingers while his tongue does wicked things to my clit.
Spreading me, Dex slides a finger into my heat. Making eye contact, I decide I’ve never seen anything so erotic. Smiling up at me, he asks, “Do you trust me, Lanie?”
I don’t have to think, “Yes, yes, I trust you.”
“Stay still, sweetheart, and relax,” he tells me.
