Page 13 of Girl Code
He moved his hands to her back, unsnapping the hooks keeping her bra in place and pushed it out of the way as well. Mickey was a small woman all over. Gentle curves, nothing gaudy or overdone, and he loved that about her. Loved the way her breasts were just large enough to bounce a little as he freed them. Loved the dusky color of her nipples and the way they pointed at him, begging for attention. He cupped her gently and when she sighed with pleasure, he lowered his head again, taking one into his mouth.
She arched her back and gripped his hair. Her fingernails scraped his scalp and the sting only turned him on more. She pulled and he nipped at her with his teeth in response, making her gasp again and cry his name.
The sweetest sound in the world. His name from those lips. His name uttered in sweet surrender.
He turned his head and gave her other breast the same treatment. Lips and teeth and tongue. Suckling and nibbling at her hard nubs until she was writing on his lap. His cock was like a steel rod trapped in his pants and she was all but riding him through the fabric.
“Up.” He all but barked the order, rethinking having her in his lap while they were both still wearing pants. He pushed Mickey back until she was forced to stand and caught her when she swayed slightly. Still sitting in front of her, he grabbed her hips and kissed the naked skin just above her hip bones. “I need you naked.”
“Yes.” Her answer was barely a whisper as he unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks, sliding them down her legs along with her panties.
When she stepped out of them and stood before him completely naked, he groaned. She was absolute perfection. Her dark mocha skin was flawless. The slightly pink tint to it the only betrayer of her intense arousal. That and the damp curls covering her mound that had him licking his lips as he grabbed her hips again and pulled her close, lowering his head before she could realize what he intended.
He nuzzled that soft patch of curls between her legs and growled, “Such sweet honey. Give me a taste, Mick. Open for me.”
Her hands were back in his hair and she all but dragged his head down even further, positioning him exactly where she wanted him, exactly where he wanted to be, as she spread her legs enough to let his head between them. She cried out at the first touch of his tongue to her pussy. He growled and instantly delved deeper.
She was wet. So damn wet and hot and needy. She needed him and her blatant desire completely undid him.
He dove between her legs, licking and sucking as he held her steady with one hand on her hip. Her sweet juices covered his face as she writhed against his mouth. He dipped one hand between her folds and slid a finger into her. Tight, so damn tight, but another welcoming burst of honey had him lapping at her as he fingered her, opening her with one and then two fingers and then adding his tongue to the assault. He felt it when her body clenched, when the first wave of her orgasm stretched for the precipice. He didn’t gentle himself or slow down, instead moving his mouth to her clit and sucking until he felt her body stiffen, her sex clenching around his fingers and her clit throbbing against his tongue as she cried out and shook with her first orgasm.
He held her through the violence of her climax, watching her in absolute wonder. She had always been the most beautiful woman in the world to him. Seeing her come apart in his arms though, knowing he was the one that had put that pleasure on her face, made something raw and masculine roar deep inside of him.
His. She was his.
As soon as she swayed, he stood and caught her in his arms. He swept her up and deposited her atop the bathroom vanity. He stayed there, holding her, fondling her, kissing her and heaping praise on her as she came down from her high. Her eyes were dark and hooded when they met his again and a small smile played on her gorgeous mouth.
“Dante.”
“Mmm.” He smiled back, nuzzling at her lips, “I love it when you say my name like that. All soft and needy.”
“I want you.” She whispered, biting her lip as she trailed a finger down his chest and then deftly unbuttoned his pants, “I need to feel you inside me.”
“Ah, God.” He grunted when her small hand snaked inside his pants, cupping his aching erection. “I want that more than anything but I don’t have condoms here, baby.”
“I don’t care.” Her grip tightened, squeezing him until his hips jerked, “I have an IUD. You won’t get me pregnant.”
Some small voice in the back of his head screamed at that. That little voice wanted her pregnant. Pregnant with his child. Bound to him forever. Tied to him. A family, the two of them together, a little version of each of them. But he silenced that voice with a shake of his head and a reminder that while he’d spent his entire life loving this woman that this was still too new for him to utter even a breath of that want.
“That’s not the only reason to use condoms.” He found himself saying instead.
“I haven’t been with anyone else in…” Mickey’s gaze darted away, “Ages.”
Dante’s brow furrowed, something about her refusal to look at him making him tip her face back towards him, needing to know the exact answer, “Ages?”
Mickey’s dark eyes studied his face for a moment and then her lashes fell, hiding her intense gaze from him. She didn’t say anything for a long moment but he didn’t need her to. He knew without a word what she meant and his heart nearly burst with joy when she confirmed his suspicion by whispering against his chest, her words a flutter of kisses over his heart.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you and I… there was only you and I couldn’t have you. Not then. And I didn’t want…”
He tipped her face back up and took her mouth again, stopping any further explanation. She hadn’t been with anyone since that night in college. Three years without another man touching her, making love to her, giving her the pleasure he’d just given her. While some part of him hated to think of her being so alone, so lonely, another bigger part of him wanted to brand his name on her skin and never let her go again.
He’d been with other women but he didn’t bother telling her that. They hadn’t mattered. Not even in the moment. They’d been warm bodies that he used to fill the empty space in his heart. None of them had compared to her and the last one had been over six months ago. He’d had his annual checkup since and everything had come back normal.
So there was no need to tell her, no need to worry, there was only the driving need to give them both what they wanted here and now.
“I love you.” He murmured against her lips as he broke the kiss, “I love you Mick. So much. Let me show you.”
Mickey responded by shoving his pants down and pulling his cock out. He ached when he looked down and saw her small hand on him, stroking with just the right amount of pressure. If she kept that up much longer he was going to come like a pre-teen boy with his first dirty magazine. He covered her hand in his, helping her stroke him a few more times and then pulled her hand away.
