I drag my fingers over the bare skin of her right breast, causing goosebumps to bloom. Her breath hitches and her breasts rise. I can barely think straight.
“John,” she whimpers.
“Shh, baby, let me take my time with you.”
Gently, I slip my fingers into the bra cup and tug it down. Moving to the other side, I repeat the action. Cupping her full breasts in my hand, I massage them.
Not able to torture either of us any longer, I lean in and capture her nipple. She cries out and I suck harder. Watching Val get Roni to release some of her demons caused me to want to free her of them all. I have the power to do that. I know I do.
I suck harder, while pinching and kneading the other mound. When I start to circle her dark nipple with my tongue, she laces her fingers into my hair. I take my time feasting on her smooth, full mounds.
“Please.”
Rubbing my cheek against her nipple, I close my eyes and relish in the sound of her pleas. Dropping to my knees, I tug her waist forward as I begin to lap at her bellybutton. I groan from the silky touch of her skin. She smells like honey and something else sweet.
I suck her flesh into my mouth, leaving my mark. With a tight grasp on her ass, my fingers bite into her jean covered flesh.
Roni puts in extra hours in the gym to blow off steam. It shows in her tight stomach, but what I love about her body is that no matter how hard she works out, her ass and thighs remain juicy with a jiggle I’d love to see in a sundress. Yeah, my horny ass is special.
It doesn’t take much to make me happy and this body sends me into a state of euphoria. Although as I kiss her stomach, the thought of ruining this tight belly with my seed drives me to the brink of sanity. I drag my tongue up the center of her body. She bends to bring her face to mine. Allowing me to drag my tongue over her chin to her lips.
“You’re mine. Mine to ruin, mine to have whenever I want. We do this and you’re mine, Roni. Do you understand that?”
“Yes.” Her voice comes out husky. So sexy and needy.
I can’t wait anymore. I need to taste her. First, I pop the button on her jeans and pull down the zipper. I spin her and go to pull her pants down from her waist, but freeze. Closing my eyes, I want to throw a full-blown fucking tantrum. I swear, I do.
Lifting to my feet, I straighten her and wrap my arms around her waist. Kissing the top of her head, I inhale. This is going to sting.
Leaning into her ear, I think of the best way to say this. “Baby, we can’t tonight.”
“What?”
“Come, you can shower in my bathroom. I have a pair of sweats you can put on. You’ve started your cycle. It’s come through your jeans,” I say gently.
She stiffens. I kiss the back of her head, then turn her to face me. I hate the embarrassment I see in her eyes. She never has to be embarrassed with me.
Lifting her into my arms, I carry her to the bedroom where the en suite is. She won’t look at me. I don’t force her to either. I give her time.
Once in the bathroom, I place her on her feet. “I’ve got it,” she murmurs when I go to take her jeans down her hips.
“I’ll make a run to the store. Tampon or pads?”
The bewildered expression on her face makes me close the space between us. I grab her face and kiss her deeply. When I pull away, I look her in the eyes.
“Mine. I take care of what’s mine. Everything you need will be my mission to handle. Everything.”
“Pads. The long, extra thin ones.”
“You got it. The clothes will be on the bed. Take your time. I’ll be right back.”
Roni
With everything I am, I want to tell him to release me. I want to crawl into a hole and never return. Why is he so sweet and why does he want to spoon me, knowing I’m bleeding?
“If this makes you uncomfortable then I can go into the guestroom,” he breathes against my neck.
“You don’t have to go into another room. I’m… you can release me though.”