Page 32 of Shamelessly Loyal
When I settled the cool cloth against her cunt, she grimaced and started to twist.
“No,” I said, pinning her hip as carefully as I could without letting her get away. “It’s sore and swollen. We just abused the hell out of you and made it do things it hasn’t had to do before.”
I kept my touch light but thorough as I cleaned her. The condom kept me from leaving cum all over her. Fuck, if that wasn’t an image. I glanced down at the glistening folds that were violently pink in the low light.
My dick gave another twitch. I was already half-hard, and the last thing she needed was me pounding away inside of her, even if all I wanted to do was flip her over, lift that ass and fuck into her as hard and as fast as I could.
“Are you angry at me because you wanted me? Because I was a virgin? Or because I was mad at you?”
Snorting, I shook my head. “I am more than capable of being angry at you for all of the above. Except maybe the first one.” A combination of pressure and the cool cloth was relaxing her.
The tension cording her thighs eased and they spread a little more readily. The redness around her nipples reminded me of how hard I’d pinched them.
“I’m not a gentle man,” I told her.
“You don’t hear me complaining,” she retorted, but there was a hesitation in those too-confident eyes. “It hurt…but I always knew it would.”
Refolding the washcloth so I could reapply it, I studied her.
“Look… Pretty Boy…”
“Do you have something against my name?”
She laughed, the sound was lyrical and looped golden chords around me. The last thing I should be doing was indulging this nearness, but she was very much a flame in my darkness. Incandescent and pure, with a kind of brilliance I thought you could only find when you flew too close to the sun.
It had burned me once. Burned me badly. What the fuck was I doing with her? Ivy’s best friend and I—
“No, I think Milo is a lovely name.” It definitely sounded lovely on her lips. “However, you’ve been Pretty Boy to me for years.”
“You only met me the one time.” I rerolled the washcloth again, pressing the colder side to her cunt, and she let out a little sigh. The line of her shoulders had relaxed and she leaned deeper into the pillows.
“What can I say?” She dipped her gaze, a hint of a smile softening her lips. “You made an impression.”
It seemed a lifetime ago. “You took a risk going to see her.”
“Well, arguably,” she countered, pushing upward until we were almost nose to nose. “So did you.” She raised her hand to touch my face, then hesitated.
“I won’t bite.”
“Ever?” The dare arrested me even as she feathered her fingers over my cheek. Using the washcloth had kept my direct contact with her light.
“Mayhem…”
“Do you have something against my name?” The parroting back of my own question pulled a real laugh out of me. I shook my head.
“No, I think Lainey is a beautiful name. Fits the beautiful woman who has it for her name…”
“But?” She traced her fingers up over my brow and down to my cheek again. When she brushed her fingertips to my throat, I tracked her gaze even as she continued to explore. Even these light, casual touches left a scorching trail in their wake.
“Nevertheless, you are mayhem,” I told her with a smile as I finally pulled the washcloth from her cunt.
“So,” she continued, running her fingers over my shoulder blades and then down to my pecs. “What I hear you saying is that I made an impression.”
Laughter fell out of me at the unexpected comment. The way her lashes moved as she glanced up at me and her lips spread into a smile just captivated me further. I wanted to kiss those lips. What lipstick she’d worn earlier was gone. They flushed a deep pink and were swollen from my earlier kisses.
“You could say that.” I could concede that much, like her, I ran my fingers over her skin. She was so soft. Soft, and curvy.
“I did say that,” she teased and I shook my head. Then those hot fingers of hers skated over my abdomen to my dick. Her thighs tightened as she slid her fingers around the base of my cock. Heat flashed through me and the semi I had been sporting thickened. “How are you feeling?”