I put my hands on his rock-hard chest and dug my nails into the unyielding muscle that lived there. “Sitting around and watching TV for a few weeks isn’t going to turn you into an out-of-shape blob, Titus. You deserve to relax.”
His eyebrows shot up as his fingers dipped into the edge of the panties at the very top of my thigh. I was already getting wet and ready.
“I do relax.” His fingers danced under the fabric closer to the heart of me.
“When?” The word came out in a breathy rush and I leaned forward even more, giving him more access to the places I wanted him to touch. My hair fell around us like a curtain blocking out the afternoon light.
“When I’m inside of you.” I gasped at him as his fingers found that perfect point of pleasure and began to trip across it.
I narrowed my eyes at him and put a hand on his cheek. “I’m going to cut you off from sex if you don’t start picking up after yourself. Seriously, how hard is it to throw a plate in the sink?” The threat would have held more weight if I wasn’t riding his fingers as he slipped them inside of me.
“You can’t say no to me, Reeve. You want the beast just as much as he wants you.” He kissed me again and I whimpered a little as he pulled his hand away from me and out from under my skirt. I was going to pout at him when he told me, “Take those off and turn around. We can relax each other.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down as I apprehensively did as he asked, proving that he was right. I would never say no to him.
Naked, I sat back down on top of his ripped abs and looked at him over my shoulder through my lashes. “Now what, Detective?”
He chuckled low and it vibrated through my entire body. “Now we take care of each other.” His big hands grasped my hips and pulled me backward so that I was on my hands and knees, hovering over him, with all my private and secret places opened and in front of him. I was about to ask him what he thought he was doing when his tongue darted out and licked across me from top to bottom. The searing heat made me gasp in shock, and when I looked down I realized I was right above his cotton-covered erection. Take care of each other indeed. I braced myself with one hand on the floor next to his cast and carefully worked his straining flesh out with the other. The velvet-soft head brushed against my lips as I brought it closer to my mouth. He said my name and it made my clit tingle against his lips. I was trying to concentrate on what I was doing and I bent down to engulf his cock in the wet heat of my mouth, but what he was doing to me with his mouth was making it hard.
I took him down as deep as I could and then bobbed back up. I tried to time it with the tricky flick of his tongue and the delectable thrust and retreat of his fingers, but it was impossible. His rhythm was fast and hard, I liked mine to be slow and torturous. He wanted to wind me up and make me shatter, I wanted to slow him down and fill him up with so much pleasure that he overflowed. It was the sexiest war ever fought.
He added another finger as he continued to lick and fuck me. I added my fist around the base of his erection and squeezed as I continued to suck him and play with him. My head was swimming with the combined arousal, mine and his, and when he reached between us and got his clever fingers around the hurting tip of one of my breasts, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out any longer. I hummed around his staring arousal and darted a hand between his legs so I could rub my fingers across his taut balls. It made his entire body bow up off the floor.
“Let me inside, Reeve.” I sort of loved it more than anything when he gave orders like that, so I released that delectable hard flesh with a slick flick of my tongue and lifted myself back up onto my knees over him. I didn’t bother to turn around. That would’ve just wasted time. I scooted down to his waist and lifted myself up so that he could align himself with my glistening opening. Once I felt the tip of him touch my damp fold, I sank all the way down, making both of us sigh. He put one hand on my hip and lifted up his good leg, which forced my legs farther apart on either side of him. It stretched me out and made the drag and pull of him inside of me even more noticeable as I started to move up and down in a steady rocking motion.
I looked over my shoulder, wanting to make sure he was feeling all that I was feeling, but he wasn’t looking at me. That passion-hot gaze lit from the inside by silver fire was locked on the place where we were joined. He licked his lips and his fingers got tighter and tighter every time my body took his in. That was the look of possession. It was the look of the primal things that he kept hidden coming up to the surface and taking what belonged to them. It was the look of love and the fight that it took to keep that love. It was a look that was enough to have me erupting and breaking apart all over him.
I leaned forward with a sigh and rested my cheek on his good knee as he lifted his hips a few more times and pumped into me until he found his own completion. I almost purred as he rubbed his palm up and down my spine.
“See. Nice and relaxed.” I would’ve rolled my eyes at him if I had any kind of energy left.
“That still doesn’t make up for leaving the kitchen a mess.” He twisted his hands in my hair and pulled me back so that I was lying all over the top of him and we were staring at the ceiling. “I’ll take care of you forever, Titus, but I’m not going to clean up after you like the hired help.”
He laughed in my ear and put his arm across my breasts. He couldn’t be comfortable with the floor at his back and me on top of him, but if he wasn’t going to complain, I was in no hurry to move.
“I’m sorry. I’ll try and be better about it.” I could only sigh because that was what he always said. “And I didn’t move the furniture, Nassir did. He stopped by to ask me for a favor, and while he was here I asked him to help me get it out of the way.”