Page 76 of Brandt's Rule

Her nostrils flared at the scent that filled her senses.

A rumble vibrated against her cheek, coursing a lovely shiver through her.

Tempest lifted a leg and draped it over the masculine frame she was all but climbing in her sleep.

But that frame didn’t mind. In fact, Brandt welcomed it. As her leg rested on his hip, he brought his own leg up, his upper thigh pressing against her body between her legs and rubbing just slightly as his hands stroked her back.

Tempest rocked her hips, rubbing her body against his thigh so that her clit was stimulated.

A slight growl left him as he did his best to maintain control.

The growl had Tempest sleepily opening her eyes and trying to focus on Brandt.

Brandt looked into her eyes and pressed the top of his thigh against her again, causing her breath to catch. “Are you awake?”

Tempest’s eyes blinked slowly then closed before she nodded.

“Are you going to tell me to stop?” he asked, slipping a hand down her body to caress her, his fingers stroking and applying pressure to her clit as he teetered on the edge of control.

Tempest’s heartbeat had sped up, her breathing was hitched as she moved her hips in time with his strokes to get the most pleasure out of them.

“Tempest?” he asked, his voice growly, “I’m on the edge here. Trying to do the right thing, but fuck me, I want to do anything but.”

“Me, too,” she finally whispered.

A deeper rumble vibrated his chest as he slipped his hand beneath the edge of her panties and his fingers slipped between her labia, exploring, enticing, drawing little shivers from her. He swirled a finger around and over her tight opening before just barely dipping it inside her.

Tempest’s whole body shuddered and her inner muscles clenched, trying to pull his finger deeper.

“Tell me to stop, Tempest,” Brandt said, pushing her to her back so he could kiss her, nipping at her mouth, then pressing kisses to her chin as he started to kiss his way across her collar bone on the way to whichever nipple he reached first.

“No,” she answered, spreading her legs to make it easier for him to touch her.

Brandt stopped, everything he was doing frozen mid-movement as he lifted his head to look at her. “If I continue, I won’t be able to stop. I’m giving you the opportunity, right now, this one last time to stop me. After that, I let go of control.”

Tempest met his gaze steadily. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“So, be it,” he said huskily, taking hold of the teeshirt she wore and pushing it toward her head.

Tempest finished the job, pulling the shirt off and leaving it near her head on her pillow, while she rushed to get her hands around Brandt as he licked his way to her nipple and fastened his mouth to her. He flicked back and forth over the nipple before biting down just hard enough to sting, causing her to mewl just enough to encourage him.

Smirking to himself, he moved to the other nipple and did the same, only this time, he ran his fingers from her clit to her opening, circling her opening and dipping just one finger inside her before moving back to stroke her clit.

Tempest was becoming very impatient. She felt a need building inside her, a need that had to be satisfied, and soon. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind, then Brandt raised up over her, taking hold of her thighs and yanking her up against his very hard, very swollen cock. She looked down his hips, expecting to get a good look at his body, but instead saw shorts. She didn’t even think, she just reacted. She reached out a hand and gripped his waistband, tugging on them for a split second before they simply weren’t there anymore.

Brandt chuckled as he watched the purple wisps die away after his shorts vanished into thin air, but when Tempest looked up to meet his gaze, all traces of humor vanished.

She gripped his length firmly in long, elegant fingers, testing his hardness gently as she ran her fingers over his silken flesh.

“Oh, dear God,” he groaned, thrusting into her hand, letting his head fall back with his eyes closed.

Tempest’s thumb ran back and forth over his tip, a bit of precum leaking out as she spread it back and forth, making the head of his cock as slick as her slit was.

“Put me where you want me, baby,” he growled out, looking down at her.

Tempest nodded and arched her hips up toward him while guiding his length to her body. She rubbed his cock up and down her slit, coating him in the evidence of her arousal before spreading her legs a little further and looking up at him.

Pushing himself forward just a little, he breached her opening, causing her eyes to widen and her body to tighten up.