Free Killing Honor by S. M. Butler Page A

by inch. She flushed crimson, and made a move to cover herself. I grabbed her wrist and shook my head. “No.”
    “But… I…”
    Of course, if she wanted to, I’d have let her go. She knew that. She was self-conscious, something she’d never really struggled with growing up. She’d always been confident, knowing exactly what she wanted. I’d never had to treat her like a delicate flower. Two years had apparently changed that.
    “I’ve changed… I’ve been working on it… sometimes.”
    “I think you’re beautiful.” I knew what she was seeing. There were shiny marks on her skin where it had stretched with pregnancy. A little bit of extra weight where I remembered nothing. She was ashamed of how she looked. Worse, she thought I’d be ashamed of her too.
    But I didn’t see her that way.
    “And your boobs are bigger.” I dropped her top to the floor, and unhooked her bra with a snap of my fingers. Some things you never forgot how to do.
    She rolled her eyes, laughing. “You would zero in on that.”
    “I like your boobs…” I murmured, running my tongue along the curve of one round globe, tasting the smooth skin. I licked her everywhere except for her nipple, circling the area around it without touching.  Her fingers slid through my hair, pulling me closer to her. She gasped through her teeth when I touched her panties, between her legs.
    She shoved me away, unbuckling my pants within seconds and pulling the zipper apart so fast I thought she might break it apart. “Take me to bed.”
    It was a blur of lost clothing and quiet giggling up the stairs after that. Neither of us wanted to wake the kids. We left a trail of clothes in our wake and fell upon the bed together, skin against skin, heart against heart. She wrapped her legs around me as I slid into her body, but it was happening too quickly. My body trembled with the need to fuck her into oblivion.
    “You okay?” Concern laced her voice when I tensed above her.
    I nodded, clenching my teeth. “You feel… amazing. So fucking tight. I feel like I’m going to lose it like I did the first time we had sex.”
    “In the back of your pickup?” She laughed, which felt like a pleasure vice around my cock. “We were bumbling idiots who had no idea what sex was.”
    “We know now.” I grinned at her and pulled out of her. She groaned in disappointment and reached to stop me, but I pinned her arms down. “You stay.”
    “What?”
    “Me play.”
    “What are you, a caveman? Brody—Oh!” As soon as my tongue touched her center, she stopped talking. I wasn’t going to last very long inside her. Two years of abstinence would do that to a guy. I was going to make sure she enjoyed herself first. I slid two fingers inside her, pumping slowly as my tongue played with the little bundle of nerves. Her fingers gripped my hair. She squirmed so much, I wasn’t sure if she was pulling me toward her or pushing me away. I stayed my course until soon she tensed, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I knew the moment she broke, her body contracting so tightly around my fingers and then how it slumped in the aftermath.
    I crawled over her, my cock pointed directly toward the apex of her thighs.
    “Oh, Brody.” She let out a sated sigh, and moaned when I slid my dick into her. “Fuck me.” Her heels dug into my ass.
    “I feel like I’m still that fifteen year old with you,” I told her. “That this is like that night.”
    She glanced up at me. “So you want to do it in the back of your pickup again?”
    “You were beautiful then. But you’re gorgeous now. So fucking gorgeous.” I kissed her, my hips surging into her.
    We moved together, Devyn’s legs hooked behind me. Together we rose again, pleasure and sex scenting the air. Sooner than I’d hoped, lightning struck, and both of us tumbled down, clinging to each other as our climax took us off the edge of the cliff we’d built. I lowered myself so my chest pressed against hers. I kissed her lips,