He doesn't hesitate any longer. He walks into the room, kicking the door closed behind us. Striding to my bed, he lays me down more gently than I thought possible. Standing over me, I can tell he's beginning to rethink this. I'm done thinking though. Done caring about the what-ifs, and fighting over things we can't change. I'm ready to feel.
"Touch me." I cross my arms, pulling my shirt over my head. The room is lit by the bright midday sun, but I can't bring myself to care about how much he can see right now. He reaches out, rubbing the back of his finger against my hardened nipples.
"I'm going to tell you that you’re beautiful, but it won't be enough." He bends over, pulling the fabric of my bra down just enough for my nipple to peek out. His tongue darts out and dampens his lips, but he doesn't move any further.
I can feel the wetness seeping into my panties. I wish he would touch me already. Laying here exposed while Brett towers fully dressed above me is unnerving. We need this though, so I lay still and allow him to make his own decision.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Please," I say reaching back and unclasping my bra, slowly pulling it away from my body.
"Fuck, you have the best tits, Jess." He finally reaches down and palms my breasts in his large hands.
He plants gentle kisses to my chest and his breath breezes over my flushed skin. His hot, wet tongue begins to tease my nipple. I need more though. Running my fingers up his back, I tangle them in his hair pulling him closer.
He chuckles against my breast, "Calm down babe, we have all night. And if I have anything to say about it, this is going to happen more than once." Heat floods my veins. I'm on fire for this man, and he has barely even touched me. It's the promise in his words that causes me to release a small moan. Brett is drop dead gorgeous, yet he talks to me like I'm the sexiest woman alive. It all just feels too good to be true. He continues to tease and suck my nipples, grazing his teeth as he pulls away, reminding me that this definitely real.
I slide my hands down his back and pull the bottom of his shirt up and over his head. I hope I never get used to the way I feel when I see his naked body. Every muscle on his stomach is tense, showing off the muscular curves where his jeans rest on his hips. The one arm he is using to balance on the bed is flexed under his weight, and before I can stop myself, I lean over and lick up the bulge of his bicep.
"Christ, you really do have an arm fetish." I bite down at his joke, but it only causes him to shudder. Apparently, Brett likes it a little rough. I reach up and run my nails up and down his back. Goosebumps pebble his skin and I smile to myself.
"I can’t wait to have you clawing my back while I'm fucking you." My cheeks flame red. I know I'm laying naked in front of him, about to take him inside of me, but his dirty talk still makes me blush.
He trails hot kisses down my stomach and plays with the top of my pants, running his fingers back and forth and dipping fingers below the seam. He looks up and cocks one brow, silently asking for permission.
"Take them off," I say with far more confidence than I feel.
He slowly unbuttons my pants and pulls down the zipper. He reaches one hand back up to knead my breast one more time. I feel like I'm going to come out of my skin if he doesn't get inside me soon. Lifting my hips off the bed, I urge him to remove my pants, which he all too quickly complies. Lying in just my panties, I once again feel a wave of vulnerability. It’s still so hard to believe this man wants me, plain old Jesse. My eyes connect with Brett's and he bites his lip giving me a crooked smile. I immediately blush from head to toe and try to cover myself while looking away.
"Baby, look at me," he whispers.
Turning back, I expect to find Brett's eyes dancing with amusement, instead they are filled with so much emotion it puzzles me. It’s hard for me to tell what he’s thinking, but I know he’s feeling something serious.
"Don't hide yourself from me, please. I think you’re beautiful. I wish I could spend all day looking at your sexy body." His voice is rough and deep, mixed with lust and some other emotion I can't put my finger on. It's the same one showing bright from his eyes. "Promise me, Jess. Keep your eyes open and on me. Watch me so you will have no doubts how you make me feel." He slides his fingers over my wet folds. I moan and arch into his hand. “Eyes up here," he reminds me. "Does that feel good?"
"Oh God...." I breathe as he pushes a finger inside.
"I don't see anyone named God here, baby. I want you screaming my name when I make you come, not God."
"Brett."
"There we go, much better."
At some point Brett must have unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. I can see the tip of his erection peeking out the opening. I want to see the rest of it. It's only fair that we both be naked.
"Brett, take off your jeans," I command.
"My pleasure, gorgeous."
He makes quick work of taking off his jeans and tossing them somewhere in the room. My suspicions are correct. Brett Sharp is going commando. Jesus, that's hot!