her.
She whispered, “What are you doing, Brady?”
He murmured as he undid the second button, “I’m dancing. With the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world.”
At her gasp, he crooned, “What are you doing, darlin’?”
Tiffany choked out a breathy sigh. “Making a big mistake?”
He chuckled and worked his hand down the back of her dress, slipping open one button after another until he came to her waist where the buttons ended and the zipper began.
“Uh uh, this is as far away from a mistake as we can get. But you may be right about one thing…”
She shivered when she heard the metal slide across the zipper and a stream of cool air hit her heated skin. Grasping his hands, holding them so he couldn’t open the dress any further, she whispered, “What…what am I right about?”
He smiled at her. “I think we can give up the pretense of dancing. We’re done with that. We’re gonna move on—to this.”
Removing her hands from his, he placed them on his hips. His voice was silky soft.
“Keep your hands here, Tiffany.”
He slid open the zipper and eased the front of her dress down to her waist. His eyes widened. He licked his lips and smiled.
“Jesus, Tiffany. How the hell am I gonna do this—slowly? All I want to do is strip you naked and throw you on the floor and fuck the hell out of you.”
She swallowed hard. Her voice quavered.
“What’s stopping you?”
He roared. “Oh, baby. Can’t you see? You’re stopping me. I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this and I want to savor every moment.”
He slid the dress over her hips, pushing it to the floor.
Standing back, he surveyed her. Her pushup strapless bra cupped her full breasts—just barely. The bounteous flesh overflowed the satin fabric. A lacy thong covered her mound. And as she had the night of the mission, she was wearing lace topped thigh high stockings.
He nodded. “Thank you, Tiffany. Thank you for wearing what you did the other night. When you took off your dress, I knew I had never seen a more beautiful sight. But I was wrong. You’re even more beautiful tonight.”
Her voice was a shaky whisper. “How?”
He held her face in his hands and tipped her head back, gazing into her eyes. “Because instead of fear, or anger, I see desire in your eyes. You want me as much as I want you. You want me touch you, lick you and suck on you. Until you are screaming, begging me to let you come.”
Tiffany moaned. Even with her bra on, her breasts felt heavy, swollen. She gazed up at him and nodded, her voice was raspy with need.
“Yes. Please. Do that, Brady. Do all of that to me.”
His lips quirked but his eyes were dark, sparkling with lust.
“Count on it.”
With an expert flick of the clasp, he opened her bra and allowed her breasts to spill free. Tiffany moaned, feeling her nipples tighten, peak. She whimpered when he licked around one sensitive tip teasing it with his tongue and teeth, nipping lightly. When he grasped the other nipple between his fingers and his thumb, and rolled it back and forth, she wriggled with excitement. Her nipples felt swollen, hard. Her body was crying out for more. She longed to push the sensitive tips into his mouth. Just when she thought she couldn’t bear any more of his teasing licks and tiny bites, he put his mouth down and sucked hard on the tortured tip. At the same time he pinched the other tender nub—hard.
She shrieked as a torrent of sensation raced through her. But he was merciless, his expert tongue and teeth ratcheting her excitement higher and higher. Crying out at the sensations whipping through her, she begged him not to stop until the tormenting waves broke, and her orgasm flared through her like wildfire.
As the shuddering tremors lightened, allowing her to take a breath, Brady murmured, “Mmm hmm. So good, so responsive. Yeah, darlin.’ I knew you’d scream when you come.”
Tiffany struggled to speak. She was breathless. “How… how did you do that?”
He
She whispered, “What are you doing, Brady?”
He murmured as he undid the second button, “I’m dancing. With the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world.”
At her gasp, he crooned, “What are you doing, darlin’?”
Tiffany choked out a breathy sigh. “Making a big mistake?”
He chuckled and worked his hand down the back of her dress, slipping open one button after another until he came to her waist where the buttons ended and the zipper began.
“Uh uh, this is as far away from a mistake as we can get. But you may be right about one thing…”
She shivered when she heard the metal slide across the zipper and a stream of cool air hit her heated skin. Grasping his hands, holding them so he couldn’t open the dress any further, she whispered, “What…what am I right about?”
He smiled at her. “I think we can give up the pretense of dancing. We’re done with that. We’re gonna move on—to this.”
Removing her hands from his, he placed them on his hips. His voice was silky soft.
“Keep your hands here, Tiffany.”
He slid open the zipper and eased the front of her dress down to her waist. His eyes widened. He licked his lips and smiled.
“Jesus, Tiffany. How the hell am I gonna do this—slowly? All I want to do is strip you naked and throw you on the floor and fuck the hell out of you.”
She swallowed hard. Her voice quavered.
“What’s stopping you?”
He roared. “Oh, baby. Can’t you see? You’re stopping me. I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this and I want to savor every moment.”
He slid the dress over her hips, pushing it to the floor.
Standing back, he surveyed her. Her pushup strapless bra cupped her full breasts—just barely. The bounteous flesh overflowed the satin fabric. A lacy thong covered her mound. And as she had the night of the mission, she was wearing lace topped thigh high stockings.
He nodded. “Thank you, Tiffany. Thank you for wearing what you did the other night. When you took off your dress, I knew I had never seen a more beautiful sight. But I was wrong. You’re even more beautiful tonight.”
Her voice was a shaky whisper. “How?”
He held her face in his hands and tipped her head back, gazing into her eyes. “Because instead of fear, or anger, I see desire in your eyes. You want me as much as I want you. You want me touch you, lick you and suck on you. Until you are screaming, begging me to let you come.”
Tiffany moaned. Even with her bra on, her breasts felt heavy, swollen. She gazed up at him and nodded, her voice was raspy with need.
“Yes. Please. Do that, Brady. Do all of that to me.”
His lips quirked but his eyes were dark, sparkling with lust.
“Count on it.”
With an expert flick of the clasp, he opened her bra and allowed her breasts to spill free. Tiffany moaned, feeling her nipples tighten, peak. She whimpered when he licked around one sensitive tip teasing it with his tongue and teeth, nipping lightly. When he grasped the other nipple between his fingers and his thumb, and rolled it back and forth, she wriggled with excitement. Her nipples felt swollen, hard. Her body was crying out for more. She longed to push the sensitive tips into his mouth. Just when she thought she couldn’t bear any more of his teasing licks and tiny bites, he put his mouth down and sucked hard on the tortured tip. At the same time he pinched the other tender nub—hard.
She shrieked as a torrent of sensation raced through her. But he was merciless, his expert tongue and teeth ratcheting her excitement higher and higher. Crying out at the sensations whipping through her, she begged him not to stop until the tormenting waves broke, and her orgasm flared through her like wildfire.
As the shuddering tremors lightened, allowing her to take a breath, Brady murmured, “Mmm hmm. So good, so responsive. Yeah, darlin.’ I knew you’d scream when you come.”
Tiffany struggled to speak. She was breathless. “How… how did you do that?”
He
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