Page 66 of Broken Warrior
“Damn straight,” I grunt as I roll us, my big body blanketing hers, Tate’s head now caged between my forearms. “I loveyou, Tate, and I don’t care that my counselor thought I should wait until our tenth date to say it.”
She giggles as I nip at her lips, my dark angel’s hands cupping my cheeks. “We can agree to let that be the only time either of us goes against a counselor, though. Mine said the same and I don’t really give a shit because ten dates or ten thousand dates, it won’t matter when I say it because I loved you long before I realized it, and I will love you for the rest of forever, so to hell with the rules when it comes to that.”
“To hell with them.” I laugh, then grunt as Tate reaches down and grabs my hips, pulling them flush against hers, my dick—that has been hard this entire time, by the way—now perfectly lined up with her core. “M’eudail…”I groan. “Tate, I don’t think we have time for—”
“Did you not hear anything I just said?” The annoyed little edge to her tone has me wanting to laugh, but the way my dark angel’s fingers are digging into my ass cheeks is anything but funny.
Even through the denim I can feel how hard she’s gripping, how tight she’s hanging on, but we really don’t have time for more than thefooling aroundTate mentioned. We both know my little buddy gets up around seven most days and when he does, well, the last thing I want to do is scar him by having him run out here to see my gigantic ass railing his mom on their new couch.
And by railing, I mean making love to her nice and slow at first before I lose my damn mind and claim this woman as my forever. Which is definitely when my viking roots will take over and I fuck her right through the couch. Railing in the most respectful, mutually satisfying and beautiful way possible, but most likely fucking traumatic for James.
So, I grin down at my extremely frustrated… girlfriend, I guess, since we’re putting titles out there, and nod. “I heard you,m’eudail,loud and clear as a matter of fact, and even though I would love nothing more than to finally sink my cock into your pretty little pussy…” My smile widens as I thrust my hips against hers and Tate gasps. “We don’t have enough time for me to do that in the way I’ve been fantasizing about for fucking months.”
“N-no?” She whimpers as I kiss her again, her lips, her chin, her throat, and collarbone. “Then wh-what are you—oh!”
Tate inhales sharply as I kiss the swell of her right breast then her nipple through her sleep shirt, smiling against the pert tip before I gently bite it. “You said you wanted to fool around, so that’s what we’re going to do.”
My mouth moves to her left and repeats the actions, momentarily wishing that I could have her completely naked right now, but we really don’t have the time. No, I won’t be seeing my dark angel in all of her natural and naked glory this morning, but we sure as fuck can still have a good time with our clothes on.
“Y-yeah?”
I like how flustered she is.
Tate is turned on, she’s into this, shewantsthis, and she’s flustered as hell because I highly doubt anyone has ever worshipped her body the way I am, the way I’m about to, and instead of pissing me off or anything else, it makes me fucking crazy with primal need.
“Yes, Tate.” My eyes flick to hers as I move down her body, dipping my head when I get to her hips so I can kiss the thin strip of skin that’s exposed between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her shorts. “I will always give you what you want, even if I have to get creative in order to do it.”
She blushes and smiles but it’s short lived, that gorgeous expression fading into one of surprise and pleasure, those dark as night eyes fluttering closed as I kiss her pussy through the cotton fabric. I do it again before I nuzzle her core, the scent of Tate’s arousal so strong and delicious, and just when I lift my hand and pull her shorts and panties out of the way, allowing myself one good look at her glistening cunt before I drag my tongue along her slit from bottom to top, my dark angel gasps.
“Fin, wait.”
I freeze, my face still between her thighs but my eyes find hers while fear starts to build in my gut.
Is this too much?
Am I moving too fast?
Maybe she wasn’t ready for this after all.
Maybe…
“I want to touch you, too.” My brows fly to my hairline and Tate giggles breathlessly. “I’m not stopping you, I just want to… I want to be able to touch you, too. I want you to enjoy this as much as I’m going to.”
Relief floods my veins at her words, so much so that I press a kiss to her very wet, bare pussy because of it. “I will,m’eudail.I can promise you that.”
But Tate shakes her head. “Not like that. I want you to really enjoy this, enjoy it in thesame wayI will.”
God, she’s fucking adorable.
It’s cute that she can’t say she wants me to come, but we’ll get there. Just telling me that she wants to touch me is a big deal. By the time I’m through with my dark angel I’ll have her saying all kinds of things she never thought she’d say. Just not today. I want Tate screaming those things, moaning them, breathing them against my skin while I’m balls deep inside of her, but that won’t—can’t—happen today.
Baby steps for both of us, I suppose.
“You really want to touch me, Tate?”
She bites her lip and nods. “Can we do that? I mean, in this position?”
“I can make it happen if it’s something you really want.”
