Page 113 of Badd Love
I palmed her ass, getting a sly grin from her. "You're mine forever, Lindsey. You're mine, and I'm yours. You have my heart. You have my soul. You certainly have my body. You have my past, my present, and my future."
She let out a shuddery breath. "Oh god, Dane. I swore to myself I was done crying."
"Don't. Cry when you need to cry." I cradled her closer. "I've got you."
“You've got me."
"Forever."
"Forevah evah?"
“Forevah evah," I promised.
"I’m sorry, Ms. Jackson…ooooh! I am forreeeeaaaal!" She sang the chorus under her breath. "I love that you always know what I'm referring to."
We drowsed together, then, not quite awake, not quite asleep. I was on the verge of dropping back into a surface-level snooze when I felt her shift a little, sliding her thigh lower down mine, draping more of her body on top of mine. Her hand, resting on my belly, slid south.
"Mmmmm," I hummed, pleased at the direction this was going.
"Mmmmhmmm?" she murmured wordlessly.
“Mmmmmhmmm."
She curled her fingers around my cock, which was, until that moment, flaccid and soft, laying off to one side. "Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm.”
At first, she just held the soft little fella in her hand, and he responded gradually, swelling slowly. Once she felt him start to unfurl, she stroked with her thumb, gently petting. This lasted…oh, I don't know. Minutes. Long, slow, wonderful minutes of unhurried affection.
Eventually, I was erect in her fist, and she was lazily pumping me, stroking me, twisting around my head, rolling her thumb over my tip.
Eyes closed, I breathed slowly and just enjoyed her touch as she toyed with me, caressing my cock as much for her own pleasure as mine.
More long, groan-inducing minutes of slow strokes and soft caresses had me arching and writhing under her touch, feet scraping at the sheets, spine arching and bowing.
I didn't want it to end. I didn't want to come.
I fought off the urge to push into her touch, the urge to move, to thrust.
I felt the sheet and blankets move and cold air wash over my naked body, and then Lindsey was kissing me, taking my mouth and demanding my breath, stealing it, leaving me breathless and aching and swollen and desperate.
She broke the kiss, and her soft small hands were both caressing my cock and I was throbbing, helplessly bucking into her fists as they plunged down my shaft.
"Fuck, baby," I whispered. "I love how you touch me."
She didn't answer.
Not in words, at any rate.
She kissed my mouth again, this time quick and soft, and then kissed my chest, rested her cheek on my pec for a moment, and then kissed my diaphragm. I had inkling where she was going, but for the moment, it felt too fucking good to stop her.
She kissed my belly. My navel.
My hipbone.
"Linz?" I murmured. "No. Please don't."
She kept one hand plunging down my cock, and the other slid up my torso as she kissed my belly again, and then my other hipbone, and then my thigh. Her upward-wandering hand patted my face and then clapped over my mouth.
I tried to protest again, but she muffled anything I would have said, and her lips ghosted over my thigh, and I felt her breath huffing hot on my shaft.
