Page 100 of Badd Love
I palmed her jaw, turned her face to the side, and claimed her mouth. She whined into the kiss, opened her lips, and gave me her tongue. Slid her fingers under the elastic of my underwear and over the angles of my hipbones, her touch barely missing the hot rigidity of my aching cock.
"Dane," she whispered. "I want you."
I mirrored her action, slipping my hands down her belly and under her waistband, pushing my hands down her thighs, taking her yoga pants with them. I sank to my knees as I dragged her leggings down, leaving her thong in place, kissing my way down her nape, dotting kisses along her spine until I was kneeling behind her. I grabbed her ass, filling my hands with her generous curves, kissing my way around her left cheek, the dimples above each side. She stepped out of her leggings, tugging her feet free.
Kneeling, I reached up and pinched her nipples. "Bend over, baby. Grab the tub for me."
She huffed in shock. "Okay." Complying, Lindsey spread her feet wide apart and bent forward at the waist, grabbing the lip of the still-filling tub. "Like this?"
"Yes." I caressed her ass. "Just like that."
"I want to touch you, Dane."
"You will." Reaching between her thighs, I traced her seam over the silk of her thong. "Eventually."
"Dane—"
I pinched her nipple hard enough that she yelped, and that's when I tugged the gusset of her thong aside and slipped a finger inside her. "You're soaked for me."
"Oh god." She pushed her ass backward, gasping. "You make me wet."
"You're gonna come for me, aren't you?" I demanded.
"Yeah."
"Say 'yes, Dane.'"
"I'm not a submissive," she snapped.
I slid my finger out of her. "I'm not asking you tobesubmissive, or to beasubmissive," I emphasized the article to differentiate between the noun and the adjective. "I just want you to trust me. To do what I tell you, knowing all I want is to make you feel good."
"I trust you."
I traced her seam again, over the fabric. She whimpered, tipped her hips. "Now. Tell me what you want me to do to you."
"I thought you wanted emotional vulnerability. This is feeling pretty damn sexy."
“I want it all. I just want you to know that youaresexy even when you're emotional."
"Touch my pussy, Dane. I want you to make me come."
I traced her seam yet again. "Iamtouching your pussy."
"Take my thong off."I slid the strings down over her hips, past the bubble of her ass. It dropped to the floor, and she toed it aside. The tub was almost full, so I cut the flow. Steam skirled and twisted in lazy, scented curls from the surface.
I traced her seam again, and her knees dipped. "You're gonna come for me, aren't you, Linz?"
"Yes, Dane,” she whimpered, and then huffed a soft laugh. “Okay, thatispretty fucking hot."
"Put your fingers inside yourself," I told her.
Bracing on the tub with one hand, she slid her ring and middle finger inside her channel, gasping. "Oh god, ohfuck."
"Again."
"I want you inside me," she hissed, sliding those fingers back in.
"Deeper. All the way."
