Her eyes grow large. “You’d leave?” she asks.
I laugh. “Not at all. I’d join a monastery or something, because obviously my ways with the ladies are no good anymore.” The words leave my lips, and I mentally curse myself out.
“So, you do this with every girl you meet, huh?” Jane drops to the bed, and sits with her hands clasped on her lap.
“Babe.” I kneel before her. “That’s not what I meant.”
The pain in her expression rips a chasm in my heart.
“Fuck. Just let me show you.”
I take her head between my hands, and taste her lips. She sighs against my mouth, and the sensation has my dick singing. Saying I haven’t wanted to sink into her since she turned up the morning after I took Rocco would be a fucking lie. Simply looking at this woman does strange things to me—touching her is out of this world.
“Before I start,” I strain, “is there anything you don’t want to do?”
She shakes her head in my grasp. The woman has granted me full access. I could fucking throw a fist-pump if it weren’t so out of place.
Her body relaxes into my hold as I lay her back, and hoist her up the bed until her feet leave the floor. The light in her eyes spurs me on, and I tuck my fingers under the edge of her shirt, and raise an eyebrow.
She nods.
I coax the fabric up, and she arches her back to aide in undressing her. I need to see her so fucking bad. The shirt hits the floor, and I cringe at the sight beneath me. The woman is a goddess of perfect, untouched skin—except for the yellow, and green bruises where her ribs have healed.
“What’s the matter?” she asks, trying to cover up.
“Don’t.” I push her hands away. “Let me see you.”
Her eyes close, and she sighs. “It’s the bruises, isn’t it? They’re a turn-off.”
I lean over, and place a gentle kiss to the area. Her stomach sucks in with her breath, and she stiffens. “Not at all, babe. They’re a reminder of why you’re better off with me.”
If only I could convince myself of that.
She relaxes once more, and lets me kiss my way up her body until I reach her neck. I nip, and suck my way to her lips. Moans fall from her mouth. The sound is perfection.
Jane thrusts her hips off the bed. I press down, rubbing against her sweet spot. She groans, and I push again for more. The sounds she makes—the mewls, the cries, the moans—they all urge me on, assuring me that I’m doing the right thing in being with her.
“Malice, don’t tease me for too long.”
“Babe, I couldn’t if I wanted to. I’m strung too fucking tight for that.”
Her legs wrap around my hips, and she pulls herself up to crash her mouth to mine. I relish the feel of her tongue pressing for dominance. The woman is coming alive beneath me, and it’s the most beautiful feeling knowing I helped cause it.
She lies back, shimmies her jeans off, and tosses them aside. Her hands work my belt, in a frenzy, and ease the zipper of my jeans down. Her hand on my erection is velvet, and a groan falls free before I can think on it.
“Fuck, Jane.”
“Is that good?” she asks.
The insecurity in her tone places a pressure on my chest. I lean down and kiss her, hard. “Don’t ever doubt what you’re doing, woman. You couldn’t do a thing wrong if you tried.”
Her fist pumps faster as I speak to her, and my control hangs by a delicate thread.
“I need to be in you. Now.”
Jane bends her knees, and hooks her feet into the waistband of my jeans. She shoves them down my legs, and hooks a calf around my butt to pull me in. The fucking woman is topping me from the bottom—and I like it.
The head of my cock nudges her, and I hiss at the tingles that shoot through to my spine. “Condom?”
“Don’t you?” she asks as she stills.
“Fuck!” I back off the bed, and search frantically through my drawers. Why? I don’t know, considering I’m one hundred percent certain that I didn’t pack any.
“Malice,” she moans.
“I’m sorry,” I say as I stand, and turn back to her.
Fuck me. One hand rubs her clit, and she licks the first two fingers of her other before pushing them into her swollen center. The woman’s going to have me come on the spot.
“Jane,” I warn. “If you want my cock in your cunt, you better stop playing with yourself.”
I rack my brain, thinking over where Ty might stash condoms while I watch her play.
“Forget the condom,” she says. “I’m clean, and on birth control.”
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I cross the room to her, and tuck both hands under her butt. She giggles as I lift her pussy to my mouth, and dive in for a feast. Her play has left her juicy, and sweet, and I suck her clean as she bucks in my grasp.