Page 51 of No More Hiding

“I have some surprises up my sleeve too,” he said.

“I can’t wait to find out what they are.”

He moved over the top of her, his mouth going to her neck, kissing and licking his way around, his fingertips gliding down her ribcage.

She was shivering and arching into him and it was exactly as he’d been hoping for.

His hands slipped under her back, found the clasp on her bra, undid it and pulled it away, revealing the light rose-colored nipples just beckoning his mouth toward the sweetness awaiting him.

His tongue came out and swirled around the peak, a tiny moan escaping her mouth.

He glanced up and noticed her hair spread out on the pillow, her arms bent by her head, her mouth slightly open and her eyes glossy. She looked like a goddess in ecstasy. He was going to treat her that way too.

He moved to the other breast, giving her nipple the same attention, his hand pinching and flicking at the one he had just savored.

“Brent, I love what you’re doing. It feels wonderful. But it’s been way too long and I need some kind of relief that I’m not having to give to myself.”

He laughed, then moved his mouth down her ribs, over her flat belly to the edge of her panties.

He dipped his tongue in, teasing her, making her hips buck up.

No reason to talk, he was on a mission now. He was good at missions and assignments and that was how he was going to think of this. When he did, he put his head down and got to work, speaking to no one and focusing intently on the task at hand.

He slipped one finger under the lace between her legs, felt the wetness gathering and almost lost it himself.

Shit, he didn’t want to rush but knew his body could only take so much too.

He pulled her underwear off and tossed them somewhere in the room, then got between her legs to stare at the bareness before him. “Something you do yourself or a salon?” he asked.

“Myself,” she said. “No more talking.”

She put him in his place. That was fine. Back to the task at hand. Or mouth. Yes, task at mouth.

He lowered his head and licked up the length of her to the sound of her squeal. Okay, he was doing that right in her eyes.

Spreading her lips wide, he found her bud and started to flick at it with his tongue, a finger finding its way inside of her.

Her hips lifted trying to get him closer, deeper, anything by the looks of it. She wanted more than he was giving her.

Part of him loved she was that open, the other part, he wanted to take his time. He wanted to control this, not be told what to do.

He slid his finger in and out, then added another, his tongue working on her bud. “Oh God, Brent. I can’t last much longer.”

“Then don’t fight it,” he said, pumping his fingers faster, then sucking on her bud.

Her hips lifted and stayed there while he sucked hard enough that his jaw was starting to ache, but there was no way he was stopping for anything, especially when she shouted out.

He kept it up, moving his fingers, the suction of his mouth. She was throbbing around him, he could feel it, and the dick in his shorts was having a field day trying to fight his way out to join in the activities.

When her body went limp, he moved back off the bed and dropped his shorts and underwear, then reached for the box. It was brand new, not even opened yet. Great, more work he’d have to do to get to the finish line.

He tore into it, the box half open on one side, some of them spilling out onto the floor. He didn’t care and almost held one in his hand up as a prize.

He was losing his mind and the only thing that stopped him from doing that was the fact that he caught Vivian’s eyes on his cock, a smile on her lips, her tongue coming out to trace around as if it was close enough for her to taste.

The wrapper was opened faster than the box had been, his dick covered, him climbing on top of her.

Her knees bent, he found her slick opening and slid in in one swoop. There were two moans in the room, one from each of them.