Page 39 of Daring Destiny
“Good.” He grips my hands and presses them to the mattress. “Now, don’t get any ideas about taking over. It’s my turn. I’m going to lick you until you beg for my cock.”
“I don’t beg foranything,” I sass, gasping when he releases one of my hands and cups my breast, pinching my nipple hard.
God, I’m in for the best kind of trouble. All these months of intermittent video sex have primed both of our pumps, so to speak.
Brennan’s lips meander down to my chest, leaving a wet trail. He tugs the cups of my bra to the sides and teases both nipples into tight bullets with his lips as he grips the sides of my panties and rips them off.
“More.” I writhe under him. “Give meeverything.”
Brennan releases my other hand and flips me over onto my belly and continues his tongue exploration on the backs of my legs, alternating wet kisses and little nips behind my knees and inner thighs.
I nearly lose my mind when he grips my ass with both hands and spreads my butt apart and buries his face down there. Instinctively, I want to move away until he starts lapping my core from my clit, through my folds to my anus and back again. Over and over until I’m shuddering.
He moves away and bites one ass cheek then the other. “You taste like candy.” He nibbles up my spine to my neck, sucks my earlobe between his lips. “I want to fuck you. Spank you. Pamper you. Fuck you again.”
Jesus, I love how commanding he is in the bedroom. He can’t dirty talk and expect me not to want more of this. “So, do it.”
“If you want my cock, ask for it.” He dips a finger into my soaking channel and wiggles it.
I shrug, unable to move much from this angle, but my nipples are so tight, the friction from the sheets sends extra zings to where he’s stroking me. I’m a tight ball of lust, but I won’t beg him. Not if I can help it. “I don’t.”
“I think you do.” He bites my earlobe again before kissing his way back down and adding another finger inside me. “And, I think you like it when I tell you what to do.”
I moan in agreement and instinctively tip my ass up to give him access. His fingers continue to expertly rub against my G-spot and he strokes through my folds with the digits of his other hand. “Your pussy lips are so pink and puffy.” He licks me. “And, oh look. Your clit is making an appearance.” He sucks it between his lips.
“Ohmygod!” I shamelessly press my ass against his face, hoping he’ll send me over the edge.
But no, he moves away, keeping his fingers working inside me. “You’re so tight.”
“Andsooooohorny,” I whimper, moving my hips in circles. I need him to go harder. Faster…
Suddenly he pulls out his fingers and I’m on my back again. Brennan kneels between my legs, staring at my flushed skin. At some point, he shed his pants and his monster cock bounces against his belly. I want it in me. Now. I let my thighs fall wider apart, but instead of giving in, he kisses back down my belly and sucks my clit between his lips, nibbling on it enough to make me see stars.
It’s so incredible, I nearly launch myself off the bed. Brennan cups both breasts in his hands to hold me down as he continues to lick and suck me until I’m in serious danger of losing my mind. He pinches my nipples hard as he drags his tongue through my lips back up to my clit. Over and over as waves of pleasure radiate from every pore.
But I need something else, and—fuck it—pride has no place in the bedroom.
“Fine! Iwantyour cock. I want it. Fuck me, B,” I beg, mindless with desire. “Now. I need your cock inside me.”
He chuckles. “Hmmm. I don’t think you’re ready.”
“You’re wrong, I couldn’t be any more ready.” I clutch the duvet at my hips, holding my breath as he moves back up my body, kissing the insides of my thighs, my pussy lips, my belly, my nipples and, finally, my lips.
“I’m not sure I heard you. Did you want my cock?” he whispers.
I can smell and taste myself on him and, rather than use words, I pull his mouth back down to mine. Reaching between us, I grip him firmly and guide him to my entrance.
“Say the words.” His eyes bore into mine and I realize from his expression he needs to hear them.
Stroking him back and forth against my wetness, I try to convey how I feel about him. “I don’twantyour cock, B, Ineedit. You’re the most important person in my life and I’d like us to be as connected as two people can be. When you’re inside me, I feel complete.”
“Ah, shit.” Brennan pauses, his hands framing my face. He’s breathing hard, not from exertion. It’s from the sheer emotion of our reunion.
He pushes in slightly, burying his tip a few inches in. Thank the Lord. “That’s it. Impale me. Do it.”
“Fuck,” he whispers. “God, A.” He watches me intently as he slides in farther, stretching me to my limit until he’s nearly balls-deep. Then he stops. “Don’t move yet.” He kisses me. “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay. Remember, you’ve been in there before, it doesn’t hurt. I feel…full.” My fingernails drag lazily up and down his sides to his ass.