Page 30 of Light on Love
“All of you?” he asks, his hand grazing the button of her jeans.
“Yes, please show me one of those ways you wanted to make me feel satisfied,” she begs.
A wicked grins creeps across his face, “if I get started, I won’t be able to stop after satisfying you only one way.”
“I hope that’s a promise too,” she moans as his hand reaches her hair and he tips her head back, bringing his mouth to her exposed neck.
She tugs at his shirt, wanting to feel more of him and he obliges, pulling it off. Then his hands are back on her and he’s flipping them so she’s laying on her back, the feeling of cool leather coming through her sweater. Brett is kneeling above her, and Laurel looks up at him, taking in his hair messy, a piece falling forward over his temple, his muscles ripple against his tanned skin and his ravenous smile.
The tension between her legs makes her feel like she going to burst and, in a frenzy, she’s reaching to undo his pants. Brett catches her hands. “No, I’m here to satisfy you,” he insists, pulling her sweater off and revealing her deep red lace bra.
Brett stops, and she blushes at the spark in his eyes as his gaze rakes over her. He runs his fingers along the upper curved edge of the lace against her chest, slowly, teasing. Her skin tingles at his touch before he reaches around and unhooks the bra. He slips the straps off her shoulders and tosses it aside, leaning forward to kiss her softly.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he murmurs as his mouth moves downward from her lips. When he reaches her breasts, he takes his time exploring them with his mouth, causing her to whimper at the sweet sucking feeling. Brett smiles against her bare skin, reaching her jeans and unbuttoning them. He pauses and looks at her in question before she nods, and he pulls them off.
“Oh honey,” he breathes, running his hand down the flat line of her torso to the matching red lace panties, “you are unreal.”
He leans on his side next to her, his mouth finding hers again as his hand slips off the panties. Brett’s breathing is ragged when he feels how wet she’s become for him. “Do I do this to you?” he asks, his voice thick, before sliding his finger inside her.
She arches her back and sighs, “god, yes.”
His movements are exact, exploring which ways make her react more than others. When he finds the reactions he wants, Brett slides another finger in and quickens his movements. She moans and writhes at his touch, having never felt like this from someone’s hand. Then again, no man could measure up to him in other ways either. Laurel shudders and lets out a cry when she can’t take it anymore, finding her release.
“That’s one,” he whispers in her ear as she leans against him.
“The next one happens together.”
“And you’re sure you want to?” he asks softly.
“I am so sure,” she tells him, thinking about how she’s never been more decided about wanting anything or anyone. She feels safe and daring with him at the same time. Daring enough to reach out, remove the remaining layers covering him, and lay back to take him in. He’s fully naked now and kneeling above her once again. Her eyes trail from his dark hair and handsome face down to his strong tattooed chest, cut ab muscles and finally the tight V that forms at his groin. She widens her eyes when her gaze reaches his cock, already hard for her.
Watching her, Brett grins wildly, “everything okay?”
Laurel rolls her eyes reaching for him, “come show me how you plan to satisfy me with that thing.”
“Yes ma’am,” he drawls, lowering himself onto her.Brett cups her face and kisses her fiercely. She reaches down and runs her hand back and forth on the length of him, spurred on by how his body reacts to her. He groans as she guides him between her legs.
“I’m covered, pill,” she murmurs, lining him up where she wants him, where she needs him. With her permission, he slides inside her, slowly at first, and she moans happily, opening herself to him.
“Fuck,” he hisses, “you feel better than I could have dreamed. You’re so tight, honey.”
Laurel tilts her hips up until he’s filling her, slowly pulling out and pushing in at a torturous rate again the next time.“Please,” she moans, using her legs on his hips to pull him deeper.
“Tell me what you want,” he instructs, kissing her neck just below her ear.
“I want you to let go inside me,” Laurel begs.
His eyes ablaze, he pushes harder and faster now until they are moving together, propelled by his driving thrusts. She dragsher nails down his back as he pounds into her. The sensation building, Laurel lets out a cry.
Brett smiles at the sound, leaning back and bringing a hand to where they meet, moving his thumb on her as he thrusts in again. His other hand keeps a hold on her hip, pinning her in place as he angles and drives deeper. Laurel’s breathing is ragged, her vision blurred by the pleasure from each of his thrusts. The feeling becomes too much for her to contain. “My god,Brett. Fuck.”
Hearing his name on her lips like this is the final straw for his restraint and he buries himself in her, coming forward so his mouth is on her again. He bucks hard and fast repeatedly, to the point of Laurel needing to grasp the couch to not be bucked off. She cries out again, this time with a tremble. Brett shudders into her, finishing together.
Brett settles on his elbows, careful not to put too much of his weight on her. She reaches up and wraps her hand around his neck as he kisses her forehead softly. “Laurel,” he whispers, running his knuckles across her collarbone, “you are more than I deserve.”
“No, what happened to my cocky cowboy. Especially after that,” she says with a wave of her hand. He chuckles as he pulls out of her and flips them over, laying on his back so she can snuggle in his arms, resting her head on his chest. Brett reaches up and pulls the knit throw blanket off the back of the couch to cover them when she shivers.
“That was…” Laurel starts, melting against him further with an exhausted sigh.