laughed. “Oh baby, make no mistake. You did it and you’re gonna do it again and again. Only next time, you’re going to scream even louder.”
At his sexy threat, she buried her face against his chest. She was stunned, shaken by her body’s uninhibited response, but knew that she would die if he stopped now.
As if he’d heard her silent plea, he tangled his fingers in her hair and tipped her head back to meet his gaze.
His voice was husky as he trailed his fingers down her belly, inching toward the throbbing place between her legs.
“Tell me, Tiffany, are you wet? Hot for me?”
Oh God. How could he tell? Flushing with embarrassment, she squeezed her legs together. His knowing chuckle made it worse.
She forced herself to ask, “How… how did you know that?
He growled a low vibrating sound. “Because, darlin’, your sexy, musky smell is driving me crazy.”
Stunned at his words and what they implied, she pressed her legs tighter together.
He laughed a soft warning. “Uh, uh. Oh no you don’t. You’re enticing me with the most intoxicating fragrance in the world and you are think that you can pull back? That you want to pull back?”
Knowing that he was right, but still frightened that somehow she wouldn’t measure up, wouldn’t be sexy enough for him, she held back. What he did next made it clear that she needn’t have worried.
Easing his fingers under the fragile strings of her thong, he ripped the fabric and tossed the lacy scrap to the floor—but not before holding it to his nose and inhaling deeply. At the sight of her bare mound, his eyes flared with lust and he groaned in pleasure
“Damn, Tiffany. You’re bare.”
He dropped to his knees in front of her, grasping her thighs in his hands.
She was startled and pulled back, trying to push his hands away.
“No, no, baby. Let me look at you. Oh my God. You are one beautiful woman, Tiffany.”
She didn’t know what to do. No one had ever examined her like this. Seeing his eyes flash with lust and excitement, she felt yet another rush of moisture between her legs.
He chortled. “I guess that answers my question, Tiffany. You are wet. Very wet.”
Stroking his fingers across the moist folds, he huffed a low soft moan of pleasure.
“Mmm hmm. Oh yeah. Damn, woman, you smell good. Sweet, spicy, and so fucking sexy.”
He stroked the sensitive folds, spreading the moisture, working his fingers in and out of her while she whimpered in pleasure. Gazing up at her, he licked the moisture off his fingers then held up his hand.
“Suck on my fingers. Suck them, baby. Take them deep in your mouth. Taste what you taste like! Damn, Tiffany, do you see now why I am a crazy man? Why I can’t get enough of you?”
His passionate outburst ignited a wildfire of sensations in her. She was helpless against the agonizing need flooding her. Her voice was raspy, demanding, “Brady, help me. Touch me!” Grabbing his hand, she pressed it between her legs.
“Here, darlin’? Here on this sweet hard nub that is throbbing with excitement? Is that where you want me to touch you?”
At her excited cry, he groaned. “How about I lick you instead, darlin’? Like this!”
Tiffany shrieked wildly as he ran his tongue over and around the tight nub. Excruciating waves of pleasure swamped her, the sensations zinging higher and higher until she couldn’t hold back. When he bit down hard, he said, “Now, Tiffany. Come for me, now.”
Only when Brady eased her down, gently rocking her in his arms, did she realize that the wild screams and sobbing cries of excitement she’d heard, had come from herself.
Too overwhelmed to be embarrassed, she could only lay in his embrace as he soothed her, allowing her passionate shudders to quiet.
Brady stroked her trembling body. God, what a woman. She was stunning, unbelievable. Her passion was as intense, as fierce as his own. He had the distinct sense that she’d never known this kind of pleasure, this level of abandon.
At his sexy threat, she buried her face against his chest. She was stunned, shaken by her body’s uninhibited response, but knew that she would die if he stopped now.
As if he’d heard her silent plea, he tangled his fingers in her hair and tipped her head back to meet his gaze.
His voice was husky as he trailed his fingers down her belly, inching toward the throbbing place between her legs.
“Tell me, Tiffany, are you wet? Hot for me?”
Oh God. How could he tell? Flushing with embarrassment, she squeezed her legs together. His knowing chuckle made it worse.
She forced herself to ask, “How… how did you know that?
He growled a low vibrating sound. “Because, darlin’, your sexy, musky smell is driving me crazy.”
Stunned at his words and what they implied, she pressed her legs tighter together.
He laughed a soft warning. “Uh, uh. Oh no you don’t. You’re enticing me with the most intoxicating fragrance in the world and you are think that you can pull back? That you want to pull back?”
Knowing that he was right, but still frightened that somehow she wouldn’t measure up, wouldn’t be sexy enough for him, she held back. What he did next made it clear that she needn’t have worried.
Easing his fingers under the fragile strings of her thong, he ripped the fabric and tossed the lacy scrap to the floor—but not before holding it to his nose and inhaling deeply. At the sight of her bare mound, his eyes flared with lust and he groaned in pleasure
“Damn, Tiffany. You’re bare.”
He dropped to his knees in front of her, grasping her thighs in his hands.
She was startled and pulled back, trying to push his hands away.
“No, no, baby. Let me look at you. Oh my God. You are one beautiful woman, Tiffany.”
She didn’t know what to do. No one had ever examined her like this. Seeing his eyes flash with lust and excitement, she felt yet another rush of moisture between her legs.
He chortled. “I guess that answers my question, Tiffany. You are wet. Very wet.”
Stroking his fingers across the moist folds, he huffed a low soft moan of pleasure.
“Mmm hmm. Oh yeah. Damn, woman, you smell good. Sweet, spicy, and so fucking sexy.”
He stroked the sensitive folds, spreading the moisture, working his fingers in and out of her while she whimpered in pleasure. Gazing up at her, he licked the moisture off his fingers then held up his hand.
“Suck on my fingers. Suck them, baby. Take them deep in your mouth. Taste what you taste like! Damn, Tiffany, do you see now why I am a crazy man? Why I can’t get enough of you?”
His passionate outburst ignited a wildfire of sensations in her. She was helpless against the agonizing need flooding her. Her voice was raspy, demanding, “Brady, help me. Touch me!” Grabbing his hand, she pressed it between her legs.
“Here, darlin’? Here on this sweet hard nub that is throbbing with excitement? Is that where you want me to touch you?”
At her excited cry, he groaned. “How about I lick you instead, darlin’? Like this!”
Tiffany shrieked wildly as he ran his tongue over and around the tight nub. Excruciating waves of pleasure swamped her, the sensations zinging higher and higher until she couldn’t hold back. When he bit down hard, he said, “Now, Tiffany. Come for me, now.”
Only when Brady eased her down, gently rocking her in his arms, did she realize that the wild screams and sobbing cries of excitement she’d heard, had come from herself.
Too overwhelmed to be embarrassed, she could only lay in his embrace as he soothed her, allowing her passionate shudders to quiet.
Brady stroked her trembling body. God, what a woman. She was stunning, unbelievable. Her passion was as intense, as fierce as his own. He had the distinct sense that she’d never known this kind of pleasure, this level of abandon.
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