When he was done with her, she’d know. He’d swear it as an oath if needed.
And then he thought of the skin on his back, and he understood a bit better. His body had changed, too, but not from anything as beautiful as having a family. The opposite.
He bent lower, dragging his palm up her outer thigh. “I think you’re perfect. Tell me if you don’t like something, aye?”
“Okay.”
“Are you going to take these off for me?” He plucked at the elastic of her leggings.
With trembling fingers, she rolled them down her hips, and he peeled them the rest of the way, leaving them on the floor with his shirt.
The sight of her bare legs had him reeling, pale and dusted with fair hair like the rest of her. She had a scar on her right knee, and stretch marks both old and new patterned the soft flesh of her thighs and hips. He wanted to devour her. Wanted to worship her until there wasn’t an ounce of self-doubt left in her.
With him nearing, she leaned back against his pillows, her knotted golden hair fanning across the blue tartan.His. She was in his bed, leaving echoes of her against his sheets, and something carnal awakened in him at the thought that this moment, perhaps even her scent, would be woven into the place where he slept.
Warren kissed his way up her legs, starting at her knee and working over the pink stripes of her inner thigh until he met the lace edge of her underwear. Eiley’s fingers curled tight into his duvet, knuckles whitening the closer he inched towards her centre. He teased her, moving up and down to indulge in every freckle. A serrated need began to hum beneath his veins when he hooked her legs over his shoulders to find the black cotton darkening with her desire.
“Is this for me, firecracker?”
She whimpered as he pressed his nose against it, inhaling her musk and then kissing her through the fabric. He wanted to take his time with her, soak up every moment they had, but he wasn’t sure he had the self-restraint to keep going at such a languid pace.
“Are you going to answer me?” he begged.
“Yes,” she said on a quiver. “Yes, it’s for you.”
Her torso sank back into his sheets, and she propped herself on her elbows. “Warren,” she whispered, a plea.
“What, love? What d’you want?” He parted her folds through her underwear, licking his lips. “Do you want my tongue?”
Her hips bucked, and he fought back a grin. “Gonna have to take these off, then.”
Lightly, he tugged her underwear down her legs, chasing the fabric with kisses until it reached her ankles. She kicked them away, pulling him back to kiss him again. Her fingers were already fiddling with the tie on his shorts, and he gave her what she wanted, undressing until he was left in only hisbriefs. Her eyes clouded as they trailed over his near-naked body for the first time.
“You’re too perfect. It’s awful,” she said.
“I’m not perfect. Not even close.” And he dreaded the moment she’d see it. He hooked her thighs up gently. “Lift your hips.”
She did, and he placed a pillow beneath her so he had better access to her glistening pussy.
Parting the long dark hair over her folds, he drew her slick from her opening to her clit, fingers slipping around the hub of nerves. Eiley’s lids squeezed closed, a gentle divot forming between her brows.
“Relax for me,” he begged, pressing his palm over the rolls of her soft stomach in an effort to smooth the tension. Her knees grew slack around his shoulders. “That’s it. Good girl. I’m going to take care of you.”
It was fucking paradise, watching her lips part as he dipped a finger inside her.
“I still have a promise to keep.”
“What promise?” she panted, writhing against his touch.
“To make you come over and over.”
He inserted another finger, beckoning to her spongy G-spot until she was biting her lip, clamping down on a moan.
Warren gritted his teeth. He’d make it his mission to break her restraint and have her screaming by the end, even if he adored those wispy little whines. She replaced the duvet in her fist for his hair, tugging just hard enough to leave his scalp stinging, and he responded in kind, working her harder, faster.
“What did you say? You don’t always come?” he remembered.
It didn’t seem to be a problem now, each thrust earning him delicious sounds of the hot, wet pleasure gathering inside her. “I … I didn’t think …”
