Page 19 of The Getaway
Kissing one of her thighs, I chuckle when she lifts her hips, as if reminding me where she thinks I should be. Wrapping my arm under one of her thighs, I spread my hand out on her stomach to hold her in place. She bites her bottom lip between her teeth and attempts to wiggle her hips, but I keep her still.
Only when she gives up—sinking back onto the net with a sigh of frustration—do I finally break my gaze from her face and to the view in front of me.
“Look at you,” I groan, using my free hand to trace along the edges of her pussy. She moans when I do it again. Licking my lips, I continue teasing her.
Although I don’t know who I’m teasing more—her or me. I swipe my fingers along her entrance, coating them in her arousal with a groan.
“You’re fucking soaked, Sugar.”
She opens her mouth to say something, but her words turn into another beautiful moan as my tongue licks up her center.
“Noah,” she pants, attempting to lift her hips again, but I keep her in place as I thrust my tongue into her.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” I growl before diving into her.
I run my tongue up her pussy until I find her clit, swirling my tongue around her sensitive nerves and tease her entrance with a single finger.
Looking up through my lashes, I watch her expression while slowly pushing a single finger in. She nods her head with a whispered, “Yes,” and I continue pumping into her. After a few strokes, I add a second finger, and the feel of her pussy gripping my fingers goes straight to my aching cock.
Before this trip, I had gone years without having sex and had not thought twice about it. Or if I did think about it, I’d simply take care of myself in the shower and go on with my day.
But after one night with Bri, my body is reacting as if I wouldn’t make it twenty-four hours without being inside of her.
Thoughts of how it felt to have her wrapped around my cock last night has me resisting the urge to let her go in order to stroke myself. Instead, I flick her clit with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth and curl my fingers inside of her. I’m rewarded with a “Oh, fuck,” and repeat the movement while sucking on her clit.
Bri writhes above me, her hips fighting against the weight of my hold on her as I keep her in place. Glancing up at her hands, I catch one of them loosening and quirk a brow, even though she can’t see me. I continue working her close to the edge of an orgasm, never once taking my eyes from her weak hold on the net.
I see the moment she decides to let go. Her fingers flex around the rope once and I slow my movements, but don’t stop just yet, giving her a chance to change her mind. Bri ignores the warning though.
Instead, she slips her hand free, and I stop completely, removing my fingers and pulling my tongue away from her clit.
“What? No!” Bri exclaims, her eyes wide and wild as they snap toward me.
Raising a brow, I drop my gaze to her hand that rests just above mine on her stomach. Flicking my eyes back to her, I smirk.
“I told you if you let go that I’d stop.”
Quickly, her hand flies back up, finding the net once more as she stares at me with pleading eyes.
“Are you gonna hold on this time?” I ask, and she nods frantically.
“I will do whatever the hell you tell me to. Just make me cum, Noah.”
Smirking, I hold her gaze and thrust my fingers back inside her. Bri’s eyes roll back as she moans and her walls clench around me while I pick up my pace. When she doesn’t open her eyes again, I pull out and gently slap her pussy.
“Eyes on me, Bri. I want to watch as you fall apart,” I demand. She snaps her gaze to me just as I slam my fingers back into her. Her eyes roll, clearly fighting the urge to close as she stares down at me through hooded lids.
The morning sun illuminates her, showing off the light layer of sweat that coats her skin and the flush that has spread across her body.
She’s breathtaking and in this moment, I find myself grateful that my brother forced me to come on this trip, otherwise, I would be missing out on her.
“Fuck, Noah. I’m gonna—”
I cut her off with a flick of my tongue over her clit.
“Fucking cum, Sugar. Cum all over my fingers and let me taste you.”
I don’t give her the option to respond, swiping my tongue once more at the same time that I thrust my fingers back into her, curling them to hit her G-spot.