Page 81 of The Love You Fight For
I smooth her hair back and cup my hand around her neck. I kiss her forehead, willing my pulse to sync with the one thrumming against my fingers, then lean back just enough to catch her gaze and hold it.
“I know you want to fight your own battles. Fine. Then let me be your peace. Let me be your place to rest.”
Her bottom lip trembles and I rub my thumb over it as more tears fall. Even broken, she’s beautiful.
“You don’t have to do everything alone,” I whisper, then take her mouth with mine in a soft kiss. “Let me be your peace.”
When her lips glide over mine, I taste the salt from her tears. She doesn’t agree, but more of her wall has come down. I’ve earned the removal of another mask, and that’s good enough for now. When she opens her mouth for me, tangling her tongue with mine, she whimpers and pulls me closer. I try to go slowly, to be gentle, but she deepens the kiss and moves to straddle my waist.
“We don’t have to do that.” I put my hands on her hips and halt her movements. “I just want to be here for you.”
“I know,” she whispers, pressing another kiss to my lips before climbing off my lap and rising to her feet in front of me. “Then be here.”
Slowly, she unbuttons her top, then slides it down her arms and drops it on the floor. She’s not wearing a bra underneath, so she’s standing before me in just a tiny pair of silk shorts, and my dick aches with need for her. I reach down and palm my cock through my pants, pulsing at the piercing.
Sam swirls her fingers around her nipples and smiles softly. Then she walks toward her bedroom, and like I’m tethered to her, I follow.
When we’re feet from her bed, I scoop her up into my arms and lay her out flat on the mattress, then I strip her shorts off so she’s on full display for me.
“Take off your clothes.” She moves her fingers to her nipples once more. “I want to see you.”
I take my shirt off and drop it onto the floor, followed quickly by my jeans and boxer briefs. Sam’s eyes zero in on my cock, and I wrap my hand around it and stroke once. She whimpers, and I do it again.
“You like that?”
She nods, then snakes her hand down her stomach and teases her clit. I squeeze and stroke myself some more, and her fingers dip lower.
“Show me my greedy little cunt, baby. Spread your legs wide for me.”
She does, and fuck me, she’s already wet. Her eager little clit is swollen and ready for me. I stroke myself again, and Sam moans. The sound is torturously sexy.
“Where are your toys, princess?”
Her eyes widen at me, and I smirk.
“I want to play.”
“Top dresser drawer,” she says almost shyly. “In the black box.”
I stalk to her dresser and open the top drawer, then take out the black box. I carry it to her bed, set it on the comforter beside her, then open it to find two vibrators, a dildo, and some lube.
I flick my eyes to hers.
“What’s your favorite?” I ask, and her lips twitch into a smile as a pink blush colors her cheeks and chest.
“The purple one,” she says, so I reach in the box and pull out the tiny purple vibrator.
I click it on, and it buzzes to life. I lower the vibrator and tease one of Sam’s nipples, then the other, and she starts to wiggle her hips in anticipation. I drag the toy to her belly button, then up and down her inner thigh.
“Do you want to show me how you do it, or do you want me to just explore?” I ask, reveling in the way her breaths have quickened, and her face has flushed.
I drop my eyes to her pussy and find it glistening. I have to take my cock in my hand again and squeeze, pulsing on my piercing then stroking a few times to relieve the ache.
“You do it,” Sam says, and I flash her a grin before bringing the toy to her clit. “Oh, god,” she moans, gripping at her breasts and teasing her own nipples as her body arches.
I lower myself to the bed and lick her once before shoving my tongue into her pussy while the vibrator teases her clit. She moans and jerks, and I lick her again, removing the toy so I can suck her clit into my mouth.
“Ohfuck, Chris,” she cries out.
