head, and I just kept doing and doing, and I never even stopped to think about it."
Was she feeling guilty? No, I needed to stop this before she learned to believe it. "Baby, there's nothing wrong with what you did."
"But you're supposed to be my boyfriend," she reminded me. "That was what we agreed on then I jumped on every last one of them, and didn't even think about how I was ignoring you!"
Oh, now that line of thinking needed to be set straight. "First, they're also your boyfriends. We just dropped that title on me to make your life easier. Nothing else. And I promise I'll demand attention when I need it," I assured her. "Besides, I told you before we started all of this that I like to go last. I like seeing you with them, knowing they're taking very good care of you." And I scooted just a bit closer. "The bigger question is how long I have to wait before you feel up to more?"
"So you're not upset?"
"Not at all," I promised. "Elena, I wanted that to happen. We won't get many weekends to all be together. Not without Gabby in the house. This was just too good of an opportunity to pass up, and this?" I gestured around the room. "This is easy. This isn't something she'd even think about. In other words, it makes sense for me to wait, because I'll have more chances with you."
Her hand moved to slide up my chest, pressing against the muscle. "I'm only a little sore. I mean, if we go slow..."
So I moved lower, not about to refuse that invitation. Not tonight. Not when doing this would make her mine for as long as she could stand me. I'd seen her get off enough to know exactly how to make it happen, and what I had planned certainly wouldn't cause discomfort.
When my head slipped below the covers, she giggled, but she also slid higher, giving me room. Growling playfully, I pushed her onto her back and lifted one knee over my shoulder, then lapped right across her nicely-trimmed curls. Almost immediately, she threw off the blankets. Yeah, it seemed my baby liked to watch.
I could get on board with that.
The next lick parted her folds. The third found that rigid little knot, proving her excitement wasn't faked. That, I sucked at - and she forgot everything else. Oh, but my girl deserved even more. Reaching an arm across her stomach, I found her breast, playing with the excited nipple while my mouth kept tormenting her clit. When she began to squirm, I grabbed her thigh, holding it against my shoulder, and sucked a little harder, flicking my tongue across the tip of her clit, trying my hardest to make her cry out.
She didn't. Instead, her hands found me, one landing on the back of my head, pulling me closer. The other clutched at my forearm, demanding more attention for her breast. Damn, that was hot, and I could feel myself throbbing, but I needed her ready. I didn't want this to hurt. It was supposed to feel good, and I wasn't convinced she'd tell me otherwise. I wanted to make her cum.
"Ian," she begged, trying to lift my head away.
I resisted, pressing into her clit just a little harder.
"I want..." She pulled again, her fingers trying to find purchase on my hair and failing. "With you." I paused to kiss the inside of her thigh, and she tried again. "I want to finish with you."
Who was I to say no to that? Releasing her leg, I rolled for the edge of the bed, trying to find my pants in the dark. When I had them, the next trick was finding those stupid fucking condoms. No, not that side.
Yes!
My fingers closed on a packet, and I quickly ripped it open. Never had I wanted a woman like I did this one. The way she asked for what she needed, made it clear how to touch her, and had just asked me for that? Yeah, she had me more than ready to go. Pinching the reservoir tip, I rolled the latex down, refusing to curse at the feel of the thing. This was the price of being with her, and it was such a small one to pay.
"Don't let me hurt you," I begged as I crawled back onto the bed.
She just grabbed my shoulders, tugging me on top of her. "I promise I don't suffer silently." And using