Better When He's Brave
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When I got to living room he was easy enough to spot. Somehow he had managed to push all the furniture to the edges of the room and he was laid out on his back in the center of the room doing sit-ups. His shirt was off, showing the Ace bandage that was still wrapped around his bruised ribs and all he had on for clothing, if you wanted to call it that, was a pair of black boxer briefs, since getting anything on over his cast took both of us and a lot of tugging and swearing. He must have been at it for a while because all his muscles were pulled taut and a slippery sheen of sweat dotted all of his naked skin. He was breathing hard enough that I could hear him from across the room and it was louder than the heels of my shoes clicking on the hardwood floors as I made my way toward him. He turned his head as I approached but didn’t stop curling up and down until I plopped myself down right on top of him. He fell back to the floor with a grunt and put his hands on my waist. Fortunately for me, I had worn a skirt when I went out to run around town, so all his hot and sweaty skin brushed enticingly along my bare thighs as I straddled him. He always felt better than anything in life ever had.
I rubbed my fingers on the white spot in his hair. It seemed to have stopped spreading and now was the size of an Oreo cookie, stark and brilliant against the rest of his black hair. It was one of my favorite features of his. One of the other ones was coming to life under my backside as I leaned forward to kiss him soundly on the mouth.
“How did you move all the furniture? You’re supposed to be taking it easy.”
His hands moved to my thighs and started pushing the filmy fabric of my skirt up my legs. The roughness of his palms made me shiver as he kissed me back just as hard and just as forcefully as he always did.
“Taking it easy sucks. I want to go back to work as soon as this stupid thing comes off. That means I need to stay bigger and badder than the guys committing the crimes.”
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.