“Yes.” He gave her the simple word and rose smoothly. His gaze never left hers as he unbuttoned his pants, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. When he straightened, standing there naked, she couldn’t help staring at his very tempting erection.
She reached out and wrapped her hands around the length of him. He groaned as she caressed his shaft, cupped his balls. Their first time, she hadn’t had the courage to do this. And now, she wanted to take every advantage. She took her time to enjoy the texture of his skin and played with the tip of his penis, trying to find the most sensitive spot.
Brandon groaned. “Do you still want your shirt on?”
She let go of his erection for a moment to run her hands over his abs and chest. “No.”
She wanted skin to skin.
He helped her out of her shirt. Her bra followed a second later and she pressed her bare breasts against his torso, enjoying the tease of the sparse hair across his chest on her nipples.
His hands wandered over her upper arms, her shoulders, her back. He pressed his lips into her hair but let her continue to do as she pleased. And she wanted to taste him.
She started with soft kisses across his chest. She flicked one of his nipples with her tongue, making him chuckle. Smiling, she made her way down his front, spending time kissing every inch along the V down to his groin.
She nuzzled his penis, enjoying the way it teased him into burying his hands into her hair, then she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, all at once.
“Sophie!” Her name fell from his lips in a gasp.
She steadied herself with one hand on his thigh and worked his shaft with her tongue, enjoying the ultra smoothness of his skin.
“Let me taste you, too, before I lose it.” Brandon’s voice was coarse with need. “This time, you’re going to come first.”
He wasn’t including their recent encounter. He was thinking back to their first time as much as she was.
“Every time with you has been good.” She backed away with one parting lick to the tip of his cock. Sitting back on the shirt he’d laid out, she watched in anticipation as he knelt before her.
He licked his lips as he gently pressed her knees apart and looked her directly in the eyes as he slid his hands under her behind. “There’s no one around. You can enjoy all you want. As loud as you want.”
She started to respond, but he ducked his head between her legs and ran his tongue the length of her.
She leaned back, braced on her elbows, and closed her eyes.
The man had learned to do so many things with his tongue. He started in long strokes, drawing out her pleasure until she whimpered. Then he found her clitoris and pressed it over and over with the tip of his tongue before returning to lick her again. He explored every fold of her most intimate places. And then he darted his wicked tongue inside her.
She bucked in his hands, helpless. He cushioned her behind, then shifted his grip to hold her hips. And then he started licking her again, interchanging long strokes with short ones directly over her clitoris. She squirmed, but his hands held her captive, and his hold only turned her on even more.
His lips closed over her clitoris then, and he sucked. A shout ripped out of her as the pleasure of it shot through her body. He murmured an approval and swirled his tongue around before doing it to her again.
The sensations built, wave after wave, and she raised her hips to meet him as he continued to feast on her.
“Please.” She was completely on her back now and reached to bury her own fingers in his short hair. “Please, I want you inside me.”
He paused, gazing up at her over the length of her body. The intensity of the hunger in his eyes shot her sensitivity higher than she’d ever experienced. A breeze passed over them, and she felt it over her skin, her nipples, everywhere.
“Brandon.” She made his name a plea.
He straightened and then kneeled over her, pausing to lick first one nipple then the other as he watched her watch him. “Do you want me, Sophie?”
“Yes.” She was almost sobbing with the need for him. “Yes!”
Bracing himself on one elbow, he reached between them with one hand. Grasping his erection, he dragged the tip of his penis along the length of her.
She threw back her head and groaned.
The tip of his penis swirled around her clitoris once, twice, and she lifted her hips, trying to guide him into her. He nudged at her entrance and held them both just at the edge.
“Do you want to scream?” Brandon’s whisper caressed her ear.
She didn’t have any more words. She only nodded.
He slid inside her so fast, filled her so quickly, she screamed.
He pulled back, almost out. “Good?”
In answer, she grabbed his hips with both hands, pulling him to her. He plunged back inside her to the hilt and she called out again. He set the pace then, hard and fast and so good. Every stroke drew a sound from her and she had no idea what it was. She didn’t care, either.
“Sophie.” Brandon’s voice was completely out of control.
So was she. Her body tightened around him as he filled her over and over again. “Brandon!”