Ch. 90
She felt small in my arms. Fragile, unlike herself. I knew all this drama with Jamie was beating her down, but I hadn't realized just how much until that moment. I know Letty can take care of herself – she's always the first to insist on that. But at that moment, all I wanted was to do it for her.
"I love you," I murmured as I pushed into our room, setting her down on the bed before going back to lock the door. She gave me a tired smile, nodded, but didn't say anything. I didn't really expect her to or anything…it's pretty rare for us to both say the words at the same time. Actually, it's rare for us to say the words at all. I always felt like if you said shit like that too much, it didn't really mean anything. And who really gives a fuck what you say, anyway? Lying's too easy.
I didn't say anything else as I came back to the bed. Just kneeled at her feet, and started undoing the laces of her boots. Took a few minutes, but I finally got them off, tossed them towards the closet. Climbing to my feet, I leaned over her, undoing her pants. She lifted her hips automatically, without any prompting, as I tugged the pants down her body and sent them after the shoes.
My shoes followed soon after, and then I was sitting next to her again. I grabbed the bottom of her sweatshirt – one of my old one she must've dug out of the very back of the closet – and gently pulled it up over her head. That's when I could tell how much she needed this, when she didn't protest at all. Usually she fights hard against being babied.
"Lay down," I told her, easing her down onto the bed and then gently rolling her onto her stomach. I kicked my own shoes off and stripped down to my boxers before going to light a few candles on the dresser, grabbing a bottle of baby oil, and then flicking the lights off – the last few things that needed doing before I could just totally focus on her.
I straddled her ass, laughing when she pressed back against me, rubbing against my crotch. "Later," I murmured, pushing her hair out of the way before softly kissing the back of her neck, "if you don't fall asleep on me."
After pouring some baby oil into my hands, getting it warmed up, I started kneading her shoulders, working the tension out of them. Slowly, my hands slid over her skin and I couldn't help grinning to myself when she started moaning softly. It's so fucking rare for her to let me take my time, as much time as I want…. My hands moved further down her body, one on either side of her spine, rubbing large circles into her skin. After a while, I couldn't really tell if she was awake or not. She'd gone into that deep, even breathing pattern she gets when she's completely knocked out. But then, finally, my hands reached her ass.
"You want more?" I asked quietly, lightly kneading her skin, my hands moving towards her thighs. She didn't say anything, just lifted up onto her knees, giving me better access. "Take that as a yes," I mumbled, laughing low in my throat, my fingers tracing her pussy lips. "Roll over, wanna look at you."
Once she was on her back again, I moved over her, my tongue easily sliding into her mouth as we kissed. I could feel the heat building between us, but I kept everything light and easy until she started pushing against my shoulders, trying to get me to move.
After her birthday, I knew better than to make her wait too long. So I started sliding down her body, nuzzling her throat, her collarbone, her shoulder. Not making her wait isn't the same as taking things slow, after all. Every time my lips touched down on her skin, though, I could hear her grunt in frustration.
Eventually, my mouth found her tit. I started softly suckling, holding her nipple between my teeth as my tongue flicked across it, giving it the same treatment I planned for her clit later. She started squirming underneath me and I laughed, low in my throat. Couldn't help it, even if it did risk pissing her off. Felt that damned good, knowing I was getting her going like that. Her hand came up, fingers started stroking my scalp, and my laugh turned to a groan. Seems like she's always just known how to touch me….
Before I started pressing my luck too hard, I slid further down her body, tracing the line of one rib with my tongue, my mouth skimming across her hip. Finally, I got to my destination, but I didn't rush even then. Instead, I just lay there for a few moments, my face against her pussy as I breathed her scent. Swear, there's nothing quite like it in the world.
"Dominic…" she growled in warning, and I got started moving, my tongue driving into her. Her hips bucked, and I laid one arm over her stomach, holding her down. Didn't want to end up with a broken nose, after all. Starting at her taint, I licked the length of her slit, all the way up to her clit, stopping there for a few moments before starting all over again, slow and steady.
"Don't you fucking dare stop," is all I heard before her legs locked around my neck in some kind of death hold, hips pushing towards me again. I laughed, not letting up but not speeding up either, every sweep of my tongue setting her squirming more.