Avenging Us - Gina Whitney Page 0,66

leaving me resigned to the fact that I’d never sleep again.

We were lying in bed, Gia in a pink baby-doll nightgown. I hated how she insisted on covering her body. This was my compromise. Something short and sexy without being over the top provocative and slutty.

“It kills me she gets to feed from those lush globes. Meanwhile, I’m left to starve,” I said, drawing her attention away from Bella.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. Starving… Yeah right.” She laughed. Her little mocking voice did nothing good for my demanding cock.

“You keep talking like that and I won’t be held accountable for bending you over my knee and giving you the spanking you deserve.” Yeah, I was a disturbed fucker. Now I was making shit up.

“Do you know how sick you are? Have you ever listened to the way you twist words to suit your own needs? My mind has to work double-fucking-time to unknot the insinuations…that by the way…aren’t so subtle.”

Fuck, my body’s reaction amplified by her attitude and tongue lashing. I fisted my hands just to keep them off myself. She just jacked me up another notch. I took a calming breath before moving on to my next question. “How about some ice-play? It’s been what?…forever and a day since you let me tease you.” I paused, unconcerned by her silence. “We’ll take it slow. It’s our first night home and I’ve missed you. Bella is right here, but so am I.”

She scooted down and rested her head on her arm, just staring at me. “I’d love that,” she said, snuggling closer. “I’ve been hormonal. Another thing I abhor about this whole thing. I’m not in charge of anything. Not even what comes out of my mouth. Before, I had no filter. Now, I’m just less playful I guess. I’m sorry for that. My intention isn’t to slight you. I’m just in a weird way. Maybe some normalcy will do me some good.”

Wait. What? Not what I had expected to hear, but absolutely what I prayed for. Persistent, cunning, and insane gets you somewhere. Maybe I was doing something right—finally. I walked over to the decanter of sparkling water and grabbed a piece of ice. I walked over to the bottom of the bed and tugged on her foot, hinting that I wanted her in the middle of the bed without hurting her. A scrap of pink panties waved at me like a flag, but I needed to concentrate on my prize…which was to leave her breathless.

She was already panting in anticipation. And if I knew anything in my life, I knew sure as shit setting up a scene was everything. “I remember vividly how much you love ice-play,” I croaked out with a desperate, raspy voice. My cock painfully throbbed, pushing blood through its already engorged veins. Fuck.

There was no way I was going to stop until we released some tension, or until my daughter’s wail interrupted. I crawled on to the bed, lying beside her. My lips took hold of hers as my hand worked her swollen tits. Finally. She moaned in beautiful torment. I kept working her up, squeezing and thrusting my tongue in and out of her hot little mouth, simulating what my ultimate intentions were. If I couldn’t fuck her with my cock. I’d be fucking her with my tongue and whatever else I had at my disposal.

Her legs fell open for me, and I wanted to roar looking at the scrap of material that covered her pussy. “Close your eyes, my beauty, and keep them shut.” There was no sass or snarky comment, and I was thankful for that. The ice had already begun to melt in my hand. I drew it up to the column of her neck…gently gliding it along her overheated skin. A trickle of sweat drew my attention between her breasts. I bit my lip painfully hard to keep from capturing it with my tongue…devouring her…mastering her body.

I couldn’t help but push her panties aside to expose her pussy. My thumb dipped into her core for a taste. Her hands fisted the sheets. Good. I slipped her panties off with some minor protest, but I won the battle. Pushing up her nighty to expose her nipples, I lightly stroked the ice over her most sensitive area. I drew small, tight circles around her nipple, gradually widening. “You like that, my love? It is a glorious fucking sight watching your nipple peak, begging for my tongue.”

I drew the melting cube over