Not as sweet and
sexy as this, but still. She’d let them kiss her breasts before, or as she
liked to call it, paw her, before. A lot. What she hadn’t done, ever done, was
feel what he was pressing against her hip right now, really feel it. Inside
her. And she wanted to now. She wanted to feel what she had witnessed, for
herself. With him.
He reached up to the tie on her halter top, playing with it
as he kissed her, running his finger along her neck underneath the tie, and
along her shoulder bones, before he took one end of the tie and started to pull
slowly. “Is this okay?” he whispered and she nodded. The top fell to her waist.
“Take your shirt off,” she urged and he grinned, complying
quickly, flinging the tee to the floor.
“Happy to.” He pushed her back a little until she felt the
bed behind her knees. He stopped. “Okay?”
She nodded.
“Good.” Pushing her down gently until she was lying back on
the big bed, he followed her down, his legs on either side of hers, climbing
over her. The cover was some kind of cottony bedspread that felt smooth and
cool against her bare back as she scooted back against the pillows. He kept his
eyes carefully trained on her face, not her chest, and somehow that excited
her. Kissing her again, his palms flat on the bed beside her face, he brought
his hard, muscular chest down by degrees until it was pressed flush against her
breasts. Sucking in her breath, she moaned against his lips at the feel of it,
so nice, so exciting. His cock was rubbing against the vee of her legs, covered
by the dress still and underneath it her panties. She opened her legs wider to
let him farther in and felt a stab of desire.
He lifted his head from the kiss, chuckling. “It’s going to
be impossible for me to try to bowl you over with my finesse if you go doing
stuff like that.”
“Like what?”
He leaned up a little to slip one hand underneath her skirt,
coolly and firmly travelling along her thigh until he reached the cotton
barrier of her underwear. “Inviting me in between these beautiful legs,” he
whispered.
She held her breath.
“Is that what you’re doing, Sophia?” He kissed her neck.
“Inviting me between your legs?”
“Yes,” she whimpered and it didn’t even sound like her own
voice to her.
With her permission, Brendan felt underneath the crotch of
her panties for her slit, wet already of course, which caused him to hum
approvingly, dipping his middle finger in and then rubbing her wetness along
her clit.
“Oh, God.” Talk about loose lips. She had no idea what she
might say right about now. She was lucky he didn’t ask her if she was leading
him on to try to steal something from him. She just might answer him.
He continued to kiss her neck, and then her collarbone, the
tip of her shoulder, as his fingers rubbed below and then abruptly thrust
inside.
She gasped at the slight pain and he seemed to startle,
pulling back as if he was going to ask her something. But she tugged his head
down to kiss her and the moment passed.
He worked two fingers in carefully and, leaning over her,
his lips reached her breasts. He kissed the side of one, and his cock jumped
against her hip, his fingers below getting a little rougher, plunging a little
deeper, but it all felt so wonderfully right.
His mouth traveled further and closed over her nipple as she
took a deep breath at the sensation, so right, when other men’s mouths had just
felt hurtful or greedy. He tongued her, opening his mouth wider to take in one
globe, or as much as he could, sucking.
She cried out at that and he pulled back quickly. His hands
came away from her below and he said, low, “Okay?”
“Okay what?” She really was confused.
“Okay with this?” His voice sounded strained.
She was used to egging men on. Frustrating them and she
heard something in his voice. She supposed it was excitement, frustration, but
it was so restrained. And hell, she wasn’t used to hearing it when she
sexy as this, but still. She’d let them kiss her breasts before, or as she
liked to call it, paw her, before. A lot. What she hadn’t done, ever done, was
feel what he was pressing against her hip right now, really feel it. Inside
her. And she wanted to now. She wanted to feel what she had witnessed, for
herself. With him.
He reached up to the tie on her halter top, playing with it
as he kissed her, running his finger along her neck underneath the tie, and
along her shoulder bones, before he took one end of the tie and started to pull
slowly. “Is this okay?” he whispered and she nodded. The top fell to her waist.
“Take your shirt off,” she urged and he grinned, complying
quickly, flinging the tee to the floor.
“Happy to.” He pushed her back a little until she felt the
bed behind her knees. He stopped. “Okay?”
She nodded.
“Good.” Pushing her down gently until she was lying back on
the big bed, he followed her down, his legs on either side of hers, climbing
over her. The cover was some kind of cottony bedspread that felt smooth and
cool against her bare back as she scooted back against the pillows. He kept his
eyes carefully trained on her face, not her chest, and somehow that excited
her. Kissing her again, his palms flat on the bed beside her face, he brought
his hard, muscular chest down by degrees until it was pressed flush against her
breasts. Sucking in her breath, she moaned against his lips at the feel of it,
so nice, so exciting. His cock was rubbing against the vee of her legs, covered
by the dress still and underneath it her panties. She opened her legs wider to
let him farther in and felt a stab of desire.
He lifted his head from the kiss, chuckling. “It’s going to
be impossible for me to try to bowl you over with my finesse if you go doing
stuff like that.”
“Like what?”
He leaned up a little to slip one hand underneath her skirt,
coolly and firmly travelling along her thigh until he reached the cotton
barrier of her underwear. “Inviting me in between these beautiful legs,” he
whispered.
She held her breath.
“Is that what you’re doing, Sophia?” He kissed her neck.
“Inviting me between your legs?”
“Yes,” she whimpered and it didn’t even sound like her own
voice to her.
With her permission, Brendan felt underneath the crotch of
her panties for her slit, wet already of course, which caused him to hum
approvingly, dipping his middle finger in and then rubbing her wetness along
her clit.
“Oh, God.” Talk about loose lips. She had no idea what she
might say right about now. She was lucky he didn’t ask her if she was leading
him on to try to steal something from him. She just might answer him.
He continued to kiss her neck, and then her collarbone, the
tip of her shoulder, as his fingers rubbed below and then abruptly thrust
inside.
She gasped at the slight pain and he seemed to startle,
pulling back as if he was going to ask her something. But she tugged his head
down to kiss her and the moment passed.
He worked two fingers in carefully and, leaning over her,
his lips reached her breasts. He kissed the side of one, and his cock jumped
against her hip, his fingers below getting a little rougher, plunging a little
deeper, but it all felt so wonderfully right.
His mouth traveled further and closed over her nipple as she
took a deep breath at the sensation, so right, when other men’s mouths had just
felt hurtful or greedy. He tongued her, opening his mouth wider to take in one
globe, or as much as he could, sucking.
She cried out at that and he pulled back quickly. His hands
came away from her below and he said, low, “Okay?”
“Okay what?” She really was confused.
“Okay with this?” His voice sounded strained.
She was used to egging men on. Frustrating them and she
heard something in his voice. She supposed it was excitement, frustration, but
it was so restrained. And hell, she wasn’t used to hearing it when she
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