“How does it come so natural for you here?” I whispered, admiring his naked body.
The bed sank down as he settled between my legs, catching my hair in one fist. “You talking about these digs? Shit, babe. I wouldn't think twice about fucking you in the Taj Mahal. If you think this place is too good for us, think again. I haven't begun to give you what you deserve.”
“Yeah?” I reached between my legs for his dick, already poised dangerously close to my * lips. “Show me.”
His eyes practically burst into flames and melted out of their sockets. He fucked his way right through my hand and swung his hips down, pushing his way inside me until my fingers couldn't hold him anymore.
“Fuck!” Brass growled, his beautiful tattooed chest swelling as the fire danced lower. “I got no problem handing out reminders when you're this tight and wet. Stop thinking, babe. Turn your head off and fuck me as hard as you can.”
He kept his thrusts slow. Hard. Intentionally teasing me with rough, long, steady strokes until I began to buck back, the itch in my womb exploding inside me.
Amazing what a little sex could do to clear the mind.
All the worry and doubt eroded, stroke by stroke. Soon, I had my arms and legs wrapped around him tight as he fucked harder, desperately rising to meet his thrusts, every part of me winding up in the sheer need to –
“Come!” Brass growled. “Let it fucking go for me. I wanna feel fireworks around my dick.”
His wish, my command. My body couldn't say no to the mad heat roiling my clit, his fullness rocking and thrashing inside me.
I ground my head into the mattress and exploded. Coming with Brass the second time always felt better, longer, sweeter for some reason. I gurgled pure pleasure and rolled my eyes on black and red, sweating and clawing at his back, dying and coming back to life on his dick.
And coming was the keyword above all else. I came until it felt like my own soul left my body and then slammed back into these exhausted bones.
Of course, he wasn't done. It was never that easy.
His rough hands tugged at me, rolling me around, setting me on my hands and knees.
“Right there, babe. Let's see how fucking hard this fancy bed shakes when my abs are slapping your ass.”
Oh, God. The thought made me horny all over again.
He sank into me, holding me up by the leather shoulders. I couldn't see him behind me, but I knew his eyes were glued to the brand on the back, PROPERTY OF BRASS written in white on black, the light to all the darkness we'd fought through together.
“Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting his cock deeper, finding a rougher tempo in his favorite position.
It was quickly becoming mine too. Something about the slap of his balls on my clit really set me off. Soon, the fireworks he wanted flew through my blood again, colorful star bursts becoming screaming meteors.
We fucked hard and fast. The bed shook like it was the middle of a great earthquake, and my hair flopped all over the place. I hoped there'd be time for a shower later to hide the sex hair from Jackie – though my sis knew damned well what was going on almost every night since I'd gotten this jacket.
I was his old lady, and I didn't hide it. I didn't dare dream of anything else besides screaming his name, loudly and gratefully, an echo for the whole world to absorb.
The leather formed a sweet, sultry cocoon over my flesh. I roasted inside and out, sticky, but not even caring. The greatest heat was still a few more minutes away.
Brass slowed his thrusts just long enough to grab my hair and hold me up, reaching one hand past my naked waist. He pinched and rubbed my clit, vicious little strokes timed to match his new rough thrusts.
“I want you to come with me, babe. I'm not gonna bust 'til I feel your * clenched around me. Come on.” He quickened his strokes. “Come with me. Let me feel your pulse, your slickness, your heartbeat. Let me feel your love.”
The fiery tingle started deep and slow. Strange, given how rough his friction rubbed inside me, rocking me from head to toe, kindling a slow moving firestorm that jerked my hair with him.
God! There was no stopping it when I finally exploded.
My * clenched tight around his dick and I barely stopped myself from collapsing on the bed. Brass' rough hands held me up, thrusting at light speed when he felt me start to spasm on his length. He jerked his cock as deep as he could go and all his muscles swelled around me.
“Good girl. Very, very fucking good.”
It was the last thing he managed before his voice disappeared into the same orgasmic riptide swallowing me whole. His come burst inside me.
Molten. Deep. Filling.
We rocked and came together, snarling out our pleasure, our eyes rolling in the starry void of our heat. While we were fused, everything we'd done together flashed before me. All our pain and joys, maybe even things yet to come.