Page 49 of Dolls & Daggers
Another step. “What am I allowed to call you then? You don’t like Songbird. You weren’t partial to Wren. If I can’t use your full name, then what else do I call you?”
This game of cat and mouse has me hard, my dick tapping against my zipper. Her eyes flick down, tongue shiny as she licks her lips.
Nervous, baby?
“Yours. You infuriating fucking woman.” In a flurry of limbs, I lift her onto the stool, and she jumps at the same time, ready for me to catch her.
Our mouths meet roughly, and I battle the pain, soldiering through the ache to claim the little piece ofheaven she’s offering. It only lasts a mere moment, though, before I taste blood on her lips.
“Are you okay?” she asks with a light laugh, palms warm on my cheeks. She rests her forehead on mine, licking the crimson from her skin like a vampire.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” I smooth a few of her fallen strands back. The gesture feels natural, like I’ve been doing it for years.
Grasping her hip, I pull her close until our bodies meld together. Dove belongs in my arms, against my body, living rent-fucking-free in my head. If I could go back a month and a half and do it all over again, I’d get on my knees for her that very first day and pledge my fucking life.
“Did you really mean it?” She grips my shirt, the force of her clenched fists tearing two buttons open to reveal half my chest. Her gaze dips, locking onto my heart. “Do you really want to be mine, Songbird?”
“Yes.” I nuzzle her nose, kissing her softly with the uninjured side of my mouth. Goosebumps break out along her flesh as my hands slip beneath her camisole. “A thousand fucking times, yes.”
“Do you want me to make you feel better, baby?” Her voice drops to a husky rasp, hands sliding inside my shirt to explore.
“I would never make you do something you didn’t want to do,” I murmur as she leans forward, pressing akiss to the spot she’d been staring at, claiming the organ beneath as her prize for conquering me so thoroughly.
Dove pulls back, looking a little sad, a little sheepish. She refuses to meet my eyes. “I would never make you do something you didn’t want to, either, Wren. I’m sorry I pushed you the other night.”
Guiding her chin up, I caress her lips, telling her it’s okay with my mouth. I place her hands on the rest of the buttons, silently encouraging her to remove my clothes.
“Are you sure?” she whispers against me, reaching for my zipper next.
“Yes,” I moan, breath heavy.
Free from the confines of my pants, my cock throbs in my boxer briefs as she runs her palm along it.
This has beenhisdream since day one. We never imagined we’d be such lucky bastards.
Stepping out of my pants, I hook her legs around my waist and carry her to her bedroom. Her soft giggles against my neck spur me on as she laves at my skin. “Am I allowed to use my tongue as long as it’s not to kiss you with?”
I don’t know why she keeps checking in on me. Yes, I had a breakdown last time. But she doesn’t know why. A little voice in the back of my head says we should talk about it before going further?—
Then her teeth scrape across my nipple, and I nearly come before I’ve even seen her naked.
“I’m not glass, Dove. I’m not going to fall apart on you like last time.” I try to lay her down, but she instantly rolls us over, guiding me to the head of the bed, where decorative pillows in cream, soft gold, and blush are piled high.
“Oh, Iplanon making you fall apart, Songbird.” She peels the last of my clothing from my body, the soft glow of the vanity lights casting her in an ethereal halo as she peers down at my cock in awe. “Lucky me,” she hums appreciatively, running a finger over the veins lining my length. “Ribbed for my pleasure.”
“Fuck,” the word rides a long moan as she drags her tongue over my skin, settling on her stomach between my legs. My cock taps against my abs, begging for her attention when she abandons it to smile sweetly up at me.
“Put another pillow under your head so you can watch me, baby.” She rests her weight on one arm, grabbing me between her thumb and middle finger to idly stroke while waiting for me to obey.
I’ve never seen anything as fucking hot as Dove ready to make my cock her bitch.
Her glistening tongue darts out to lick my crown, swirling around the tip sensually before pulling back to blow cool air over the slit. I’m already weeping, precumleaking to mix with her saliva as she takes me into her throat with precision.
It feels like all my nerves are on fire, electric pulses igniting with every pass she makes. Each stroke goes deeper, her fist working the part of me she can’t fit in her mouth.
Oh, but she fucking tries.
I can’t take my eyes off her as she picks up the pace, spit frothing at the corners of her lips as she sucks every last inch of me, savoring it with her eyes locked on mine.
