Just before it completely exposes me, Brett pulls each side tight against my body, leaning down to catch my eyes with a questioning look. He has skills and he radiates confidence, but he's still searching for permission. Which is something so sweet that it immediately makes me throw all caution to the wind. I lie back down, pulling my bra from his hands, and tossing it off to the side of the couch, where we are still lying entwined.
Lying half naked before this jaw-dropping man should be terrifying, but the look on his face makes me feel confident, even sexy. Brett makes quick work of removing his shirt, discarding it into the rapidly growing pile of clothes on the floor. I die a little when I get my first glance at his hard body. He couldn't be any more perfect. He’s trim, but well defined. Every muscle in his shoulders ripple as he moves himself back into place over me. I can't stop myself from reaching forward and tracing a finger over the ridges on his stomach. His skin is tan and a small amount of hair dusts across his chest. He’s the masculine ideal, and nothing like the boys I've been with in the past. This is a man in every sense of the word.
Brett captures my lips in a heated kiss, but doesn't deepen it. Instead, he moves to my neck, trailing wet kisses down to my chest. His descent is too slow for me. Reaching forward I thread my fingers in his hair and arch my back, thrusting myself closer to his mouth. Surprised by my boldness, he looks up at me with a lust-filled gaze, silently begging for permission to continue. All I can do is bite my lip and nod my enthusiastic approval. He wastes no time sucking a nipple into his mouth and lightly tugging on it with his teeth. I can't stop the moan that comes out of my mouth.
Fire immediately pools between my legs. I squeeze them together under his weight, trying to alleviate some of the tension.
He chuckles against my heated flesh. "Soon, gorgeous. I'm going to taste that sweetness soon, but I'm not done with these yet,” he says as he continues his gentle exploration of my breasts. Every so often he surprises me with a rough nip or tug, before returning to his soft caresses. I realize my panties have begun to ride down my hips at some point. I am far too filled with desire to try and remember when that happened.
I feel a rough hand slide between my legs as he lets out a low, approving moan. Running his first two fingers over my lace panties, I know he can feel how wet I am for him. I am tempted to be embarrassed by this, but the look on his face once again brings me back to comfort knowing that I make him feel the exact same way.
Finally, he sits back removing my dress, which has become twisted around my waist. His fingers trail all the way down my legs, never breaking contact even when he has to momentarily kneel before dropping the dress to the floor. I assumed he would return to what he was doing before, but he remains on his knees staring down at me. I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks as his eyes slide over my entire body. It embarrasses me a bit to see this sexy man looking at me this way. I'm not muscular and hard the way he is. Unable to take his surveying eyes any longer, I move to cover myself with a soft blanket that he keeps draped across the back of the couch. Before I'm able to drag it over me, he pulls my hands away.
"Don't...you're so fucking beautiful. I want to see all of you.” He hooks his fingers in my panties, pulling them slowly down my legs. "These are hot," he says, shoving them in his pocket and smirking at me.
"You're not keeping my panties," I say, a little too breathy, excited about the very idea of him wanting something so personal.
"These are mine now." His eyes sparkle with mischief and my voice chooses this moment to not work any longer. Still kneeling over me, Brett leans forward and places a warm, soft kiss on each breast, then pushes my legs apart, settling between them. He runs his nose up the inside of my thigh leaving goosebumps in his wake.
Suddenly, his tongue runs up my heat causing me to almost come completely undone. He groans and runs his tongue over me again. "Jesus Jess, you taste so fucking good. I knew you would be sweet, but I'm never going to get enough of this." His words make me shiver. Never has a man talked to me the way Brett does. He makes me feel comfortable and special. And, if I'm being honest, a little dirty at the same time.
He wraps his lips around my swollen bud and gently sucks it into his mouth. The sensation is too much, causing me to moan and arch into him. "Brett..." I reach down and grab his shoulders, desperately searching for something to keep me grounded. He begins sucking and licking, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I inadvertently rake my fingernails across his back, trying to grab hold of something before I lose myself completely.
He lets out a growl, murmuring "so fucking sexy" against my opening. He pushes a finger inside, causing me to make a noise that I don't think any human has ever made before. His hand and mouth work me in a smooth, synchronized rhythm.
"I'm close, please don't stop." Bright lights from behind my eyelids nearly blind me as the orgasm begins to course through my body. I lift my hips off the couch, panting his name. It seems like I'm floating forever. As I come down, I feel him kissing the insides of my thighs.