Page 31 of Forbidden Dreams
“In my bed.” He doesn’t even skip a beat. “It’s a big bed.”
“I can see that,” I mumble as he leaves the side of the bed where he flipped the covers back and then walks to the other side, sliding into the bed.
“Get in bed, Harmony,” he orders, and my feet move before my head tells me to follow his directions. “Get in so I can turn the lights off and get some shut-eye.” I look over and see it’s just a little after one in the morning. I have to get up in three hours to bake. I’m just going to rest until he falls asleep, and then I’ll go sleep with Wyatt. Folding my knee under me while I get into the bed, I was wrong about this bed. It’s not like a cloud; it’s like heaven. It literally feels like you are being hugged as you sink into it, the soft sheets smooth against my legs. By the time I put my head on the pillow and look over, I see his back as he leans over to shut the light off.
He turns back into bed, but he doesn’t stay on his side; no, not Brady. Brady is in the middle of the bed, yanking me to him. “Good night, baby,” he says softly, with one hand under my pillow and the other on my stomach. I should just say good night and fall asleep where I am, but I want more. I turn in his arms.
Pressing my chest to his, I tuck my face into his neck and kiss him. “Good night, Brady.” His body locks, and I wonder if I’ve overstepped. “I’m sorry,” I mumble and turn to roll away from him when I’m stopped by his arms tightening around me.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmurs, and I look up at his face in the darkness, wishing the light was still on, so it’s the last thing I see before I fall asleep. Not that I need it. I’ve come to memorize everything that is Brady.
“I just,” I say, “you got stiff when I kissed your neck.”
“Yeah, you could say that.” He presses his hips into me, and I feel his hardness and groan.
“Harmony, baby.” His voice cracks. “I’m holding on by a string.”
“What if I want the string to break?” I ask, and the minute I do, I feel the covers move as I’m pushed to my back, my legs automatically opening for him. His arms go up beside my arms as his hands hold my head. “I want to feel something other than afraid.” My legs move back to hook over his hips. “I want you,” I admit, watching his eyes in the little light the moon is giving out from the three bay windows in the room.
“I want you.” His teeth clench together. “I want you more than I want my next breath, but the first time I get in there is not going to be a night that we remember with your ex in it,” he tells me. “When I fuck you, it’ll be the only thing that happens to you that night. It’ll be the only thing you remember from that night.”
My hand comes up, and my finger trails down his cheek. “Okay, Brady.”
“That said…” He bends his head and kisses me. His tongue comes out and slides on my lower lip. My tongue comes out to meet his. The minute his mouth covers mine, we both sigh. “I need to taste you,” he says, confusing me as if my tongue wasn’t just in his mouth. He trails his kisses to my neck and then one hand moves his shirt up and over my tits. My nipples ache with need as he bends his head and takes one in his mouth. My eyes want to stay open to watch him, but I can’t help when they close, and my back arches off the bed.
“Fuck,” he groans, moving to the other one and doing the same thing. The covers move down as he kisses me all the way down my stomach, and now I know where he’s going.
“Brady,” I whisper, and he looks up at me from where he’s kissing my belly button, “before you go there.” I really wish I didn’t have to say this. “And I’m sure you’re really good at it…” Good God, I want to crawl into a fucking hole and die at this point. “But you should know I usually can’t… you know.”
The smirk on his face says it all. “You trying to tell me you couldn’t come when he went down on you?” he asks me. As much as I’m embarrassed by this, it’s better that it’s now and not an awkward talk after sex when I have to fake it.
“He’s only done it a couple of times and it wasn’t”—my hand comes up to run through his hair—“even during, you know.”
“Sex,” Brady fills in and I nod. “You’re telling me that you used to have sex and not?—”
“It was usually over pretty quickly,” I admit, and he buries his face in my stomach and laughs. “Brady,” I hiss, “this isn’t funny.”
“Oh, yeah, it is, baby.” His laughter leaves his face. “Because you’ve just told me that your ex never took the time to get to know your body.” His nose rubs over my stomach, and it contracts. “He never took the time to find out what you like and what you don’t like.” His tongue comes out as he trails it down from my belly button, toward my trimmed triangle patch that ends right before my pussy. “I’m not him.” All the water in my mouth disappears, and my mouth turns dry. “I’m going to know your body better than you do.” He scoots down a bit lower, his thumbs rubbing up and down on my pussy lips. “No matter how long it takes me.” He winks at me before his thumbs push open my lips.
“Starting right now,” he states before his tongue comes out and he licks me from the bottom all the way up to my clit, the tip of his tongue flicking it. My hips almost shoot off the bed. He gets up on his knees, his hand coming up now to rub where my hair is. “I want you to watch me”—his fingertips feel like feathers—“eat your pussy.” His fingertips move to my stomach. “I want you to watch me finger-fuck you.” His fingers move down between my slit and tease my hole. “I want you to tell me if it feels good.” His fingertips move away, and all I can do is open my legs wider. The need for him to touch me is something I’ve never, ever had before. “I want you to tell me when you don’t like what I’m doing.”
“If it’s anything like this,” I pant out, “I think it’s all good.”
“In this room, or anywhere we fuck, I don’t want you holding back,” he declares, and I shiver, literally shiver. “But tonight”—he bends his head and slides his tongue into me—“you’ll have to muffle your screams.”
CHAPTER 19
Brady
She’s in the middle of my bed, exactly where I’ve dreamed of her being for the past week. The T-shirt is pushed up over her perfect fucking tits, attached to her equally perfect body. I knew she would have a body to die over. Her body is so alive, and she has no idea. She keeps telling me she’s never fucking come when he’s eaten her out, and you would think talking about another man when she’s naked in my bed would make me want to throw something. But the more she spoke of him, and the more she told me that she hasn’t really come… ever, made me happy. I’m a dick for saying it, but she’s mine now, and I’m going to show her what her body can do. And I’m going to have fun doing it. “Grab that pillow when you have to scream.” I lick up to her clit, her taste on my tongue makes my mouth water, wanting even more of her on my tongue.
“Brady,” she says, not sure if she can do it.
“Do you like this?” I ask as I find her clit, and she nods. “What about this?” I ask, sliding my tongue into her at the same time as my middle finger joins it. Her eyes almost close, but she watches me the whole time. “Does that feel good, baby?” I ask as my tongue moves to her clit, but I slide another finger in, the wetness of her pussy coating my fingers. “You taste like heaven, baby.” I suck her clit into my mouth, and her hands grip the sheets beside her. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” I ask, sucking it into my mouth again, my fingers moving a touch faster. “Your pretty pink clit.” My tongue goes around and around, flicking it. I move up, now sucking her nipple into my mouth, my fingers still fucking her pussy. The minute I bite down on her nipple before sucking her in, her pussy clenches. “Oh, my baby has sensitive nipples.”
“Yes.” That’s the only thing she can say as I move to put my mouth over hers.
“Taste you on my tongue,” I urge her before I slide my tongue into her mouth. She sucks my tongue as if she’s sucking my cock, and I’m about to come in my fucking shorts. I close my eyes, letting her mouth go. “Look at my fingers,” I tell her and her eyes go to my fingers. “They’re fucking that perfect little pussy.” Her breathing is not coming as easy as it was before. “Do you like my fingers fucking you?” She arches her back as she nods. “Tell me what you want me to do?” My fingers slow down their pace as I draw them out. “If you don’t tell me, I’m going to take my fingers out of you.”