Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle One by Michelle Houston Page B

against his chest while
he plundered her mouth with his.
    Returning the kiss with all the pent up passion in
her tiny frame, Yvette wrapped her arms around his neck and let him
carry her to the bedroom.
    Every time he came home for leave, the homecoming was
always bittersweet. None more so that this one. Now, he was
stationed stateside again—his tour overseas at an end. He might
have to be gone for a few weeks at a time for training, but it
would be nothing like going six plus months without him.
    "Damn, baby, I missed you," he growled against her
neck while kissing the slender muscle. As they reached the bedroom,
he gently laid her on the bed and moved back to trail his gaze over
her. "Have you missed me?"
    Yvette smiled, her pulse already racing in response
to her answer. Playing their game, she leaned back on her elbows
and purred, "I guess I have. Although with work and all, I really
didn't notice the time flying by."
    After his first six week stint for training, they had
started playing this game that it didn't matter. It tore Brett up
thinking about her alone, missing him, aching for him while he was
gone. But his sense of duty demanded he stay with the military and
serve his country in its time of need, despite his own views on
where it took him.
    "Mmm, good. We kept busy, too, playing poker at night
and getting in lots of sun tanning during the day."
    Yvette's heart clenched at his words, but she
struggled to not let it show. Every day had been torture,
struggling to not turn on the TV and sit fixated, waiting for news
of the area of the world he was stationed in.
    Reminding herself of her earlier promise, she sat up
and slowly pulled off the lace gown, revealing the dainty pink bra
and panty set to his hungry gaze. "I have to admit, though, I've
been very bad."
    Brett arched an eyebrow at the change to their
routine, but bless him, he played along. "Oh?"
    "Mmm, yeah." She arched her back, pushing her breasts
against the lace bra covering them, her nipples hard and aching for
his lips. "I ran through three eight-packs of batteries while you
were gone. My poor pussy got so sore from the workout, but I
couldn't stop."
    Brett knelt on the bed, his large frame hovering over
her as he leaned down.
    "Yeah?"
    "Yes," she hissed, her body on fire with need.
Deciding to take the plunge, she took a deep breath and taunted
him. "I think I need to be tied up tonight, so I can't touch it
while you have your way with me."
    A blaze formed in his brown eyes. Without warning, he
pounced. Grabbing his belt, he whipped it out of its loops and
loomed over her, pushing her flat onto her back.
    "You have been a bad girl, Yvette. I don't mind you
playing a bit, but that's my pussy you've abused."
    Yvette shivered in sensual anticipation as he wrapped
the leather around her wrists and pulled it through the buckle,
then pulled her arms above her head. As he started to wrap the
leather around the bedpost and tie it into a complicated knot, she
involuntarily jerked. She could feel a trace of panic rising within
her. She didn't know if she was ready for this, but as his gaze met
hers, so full of love and desire, she fought against the fear. The
panic wasn't enough to take her breath away. Not yet anyways.
    As he moved back and stripped off his clothing,
baring the magnificent body that was half-genetics and
half-military training, she felt her pussy clench. She licked her
lips as she watched the play of muscles as he moved over her. His
hands, rough with calluses, caressed her legs as he pulled them
apart and up, draping them over his shoulders.
    Pressing soft kisses against her panty-clad crotch,
he crooned softly, "Poor little pussy. She didn't take good care of
you, did she? It's okay baby, daddy's home now."
    Yvette arched her hips, anxious to feel the flick of
his tongue against her clit.
    His head whipped up and his gaze pierced into her,
full of heat. "Enough. You abused my poor baby; I have to take care
of her first."
    Pulling at the