“Come here,” I order and she moves over to me. As she gets close, I snag her wrist and tug her down onto the sofa, moving her until she’s straddling my hips, her skirt rucked up her thighs. I love the feel of her against me. I love having her close. “Kiss me.”
A smile crosses her lips and she dips her head, brushing her lips over mine and I take everything she’s offering and more. I want everything she will give me. I want it all and I’ll take every little titbit she offers. I’m so consumed by this woman, by everything she is. I never thought I would fall for a woman over a decade younger than me, but Briella is everything I want and more. I can’t imagine my life without her.
I slip my hand up to her nape and tug her closer to my mouth, so I can devour her.
When I’ve had my fill, I pull back, my breath ripping out of me. She peers at me and I see the unrestrained love shining in her eyes. It’s the one thing I love about her. She doesn’t play fucking games. What I see with her is what I get. I love that when she tells me how she feels, she’s laying everything bare. She gives me all of herself. Never had that kind of honesty with a woman before. Fuck, at first I didn’t know what the hell to do with it, but over the past few weeks, I’m getting more used to how she works.
“How was work?”
“Shit,” she tells me. “You weren’t there.” She kisses along my neck and my cock twitches in my jeans. She drives me fucking wild.
“You keep doing that, it’s going to lead to other shit we’re not ready for.”
She pulls back and her eyes meet mine. “I’m ready.”
I search her face as her words sink it. We’ve been dancing around taking our relationship to the next level since I got home from the hospital. I’ve had the worst case of blue balls known to man, but I wasn’t about to push her into shit she wasn’t ready for, and she treated me like glass after I got discharged. I think she was worried she would hurt me, but I’m not that easy to break.
“Baby—”
Her finger covers my mouth. “I’m ready,” she repeats. “I’ve been ready for a little while now, but you don’t seem to be hearing that. Question is, are you ready? You’re still hurting.”
“Brie, you just told me you’re ready to have me inside you. Broken ribs ain’t stopping me from getting into that sweet pussy.” Colour rises in her cheeks and I cup her face, kissing her mouth softly. “You sure about this?”
She nods, biting her bottom lip and I can see the nerves running through her. “Just… take it slow.”
I rub my thumb over her lip. “As slow as you need, baby.”
Buoyed by my words, she places her hands either side of my face and captures my lips. Her tongue slips into my mouth and I let her take control. She needs to feel like she’s leading this and I don’t want our first time together to be a fucking trauma for her.
I push my tongue against hers, relishing her taste, relishing the way she commands my attention. His fingers slide down to my chest and pull at my tee, pulling it free from my jeans. I help her get it off. Really, she helps me because I can’t lift my arm over my head properly still without getting pain in my chest.
She tosses my tee on the sofa next to us as my hands snake under her blouse and into her bra. I feel those hard nubs and flick my fingers over them, making her throw her head back and moan. That noise goes straight to my fucking dick, which is straining against my jeans now. Fuck me, she makes me hard with a sound. This woman is a temptress I can’t resist.
I grind my cock against her centre, hating the fact we have the barrier of clothes against us and she whimpers.
“Jake…”
“What, baby? Tell me what you need.”
“You. Always you.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and stand. Her legs automatically wrap around my waist.
“What are you doing?” she hisses. “Broken ribs, remember?”
Her weight pulls a little, but they’ve had four weeks of healing. They’re nearly back to their full strength. Even if she was hurting me, I wouldn’t fucking tell her. There’s a slight pull on my chest, but nothing I can’t handle.
“Ain’t making love to you the first time on the fucking sofa—not when Layla could walk in at any time.”
“Oh.” Her brow draws together as she peers down at me, her arms around my neck. “Good point. I can walk though.”
I ignore her and walk her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. Then I place her on the mattress and come down on top of her before I roll so I’m underneath her. Her skirt is rucked high on her hips, giving me a perfect view of her lace-covered pussy. She places her hands on my scarred-up chest, her fingers trailing over each mark as she straddles my hips.
“I hate that you went through that.”
“It’s done, baby. Don’t go there.”
I pull her down on top of me and kiss her senseless, hoping to make her forget about what the Sic Bastards did to me. Hoping to make her forget everything but her and me and this moment.
“Take your top off,” I order and she hesitates for just a brief second before she quickly unbuttons her blouse and slides it down her shoulders. My eyes feast on the lacy black bra that’s covering her tits. I want to sweep a hand behind her back and unhook it, but I told her we’d do this at her pace, so we’ll do this at her pace. I don’t want her to feel rushed or pressured.
She makes that decision herself, removing it and slipping it off. Dark nipples greet me and I sit forwards, my arm banding around her waist and suck one of the buds into my mouth. She lets out a moan, her head thrown back as I lave around the nipple.
“Jake… fuck!”
I move to the other nipple, giving that equal attention. Her moans climb higher and higher until she’s gasping for breath. That’s when I flip us over, her beneath me. I climb off the bed.
I help her unzip her skirt and pull it down her hips, sliding it off the end of her feet before I tug her heels off and toss them across the room.
“They’re my favourite shoes!” she complains.
“I’ll buy you another pair.”
I quickly remove my jeans. I’m bare foot, so I don’t have to take off my boots, something I’m grateful as fuck for. I take a moment to appreciate her in just those lacy knickers, her beautiful breasts on display for me. Then I slip her knickers down. I watch her face, making sure she’s not going to fall into a flashback or freak out. When she doesn’t, I go between her legs.
I flatten my tongue against her centre and lick her from front to back. Her taste explodes on my tongue and I want more of her. I circle her clit, even as I enter her with a finger, one eye on what I’m doing, the other on her face. She stiffens slightly and I pause until she grabs my wrist.
“Keep going.”
“This is okay?” I ask.
She nods. “Better than okay.”
I finger-fuck her even as I continue to flick my tongue over the bundle of nerves that will make her explode. Her back arches and she gasps. I keep plunging in and out of her, my cock getting harder as I watch her coming undone in front of me. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, watching her climax and fuck me, I’m solid in my boxers.