couldn’t control the ferocity with which she bucked into the rhythmic penetration. The pleasure was too much, her love for him too powerful, his love for her too evident and fierce.
Brian moved with a groan, his lips surrounding her clit and suckling, licking, pushing her into an orgasm that shattered her.
Chapter 7
N o more.” Layla pushed weakly at his head.
“One more time,” Brian whispered, tonguing her swollen clitoris. “Just once more, baby.”
He had lost count of how many times she’d come, but it could never be enough to satisfy him. His dick was pounding in demand for its turn at her slick, scorching cunt, but he held himself in check, needed her pleasure more than he needed his own.
With patient coaxing, he brought her to orgasm again, his groans muffled in the folds of her soft, sweet pussy as he fucked her rippling depths with his tongue. Her cries were low and hoarse, her perspiration-damp body trembling with exhaustion.
As he pulled away, her leg slid heavily off his shoulder, her body lax and replete. She was vulnerable now. Open. Almost where he needed her to be.
She curled on her side as he left the bed, her eyes on the thick stalk of his raging erection. She licked her lips. “I can suck you off.”
He reached for the nightstand drawer.
A tiny whimper escaped her.
“You’re soft and relaxed now,” he soothed, gripping the lube in his fist. “You don’t have to do anything. You don’t even have to move. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Brian . . .”
“We need this, Layla. You know we do.”
He watched the goose bumps sweep over her skin. She turned, lying prone, and he joined her on the bed, running his parted lips down her spine. “I can’t tell you how often I dreamed of this ... how many times I woke up hard and aching.”
Grabbing a pillow, Brian slid one arm under her slim hips and lifted her, pushing the pillow beneath to cant her body to just the right angle.
Layla’s hands fisted in the bottom sheet, her chest rose and fell with swift breaths. “You’ll kill me . . . I can’t take this. Not now.”
He squeezed a line of lube in the seam between two of his fingers and a larger dollop on his fingertips. “You know it has to be now.”
She shivered when he touched the pucker of her ass, the tight ring of muscle flexing. He rubbed in slow, gentle circles, willing to be patient. He knew what this act did to her, how much of herself she gave when he took her this way, how exposed and defenseless she felt. She’d shown him by example last night, made him experience in the flesh what he’d thought he understood in his mind.
“No one else has been here, have they, baby?” he asked softly.
Her lower lip quivered.
“You’re still mine, aren’t you, Layla? Just as I’ve always been yours.”
“Brian, please ... I can’t bear it.”
One fingertip pushed inside her, and she gasped. Her slender body shook.
He slid in and out, twisting his wrist. After a moment, another digit joined the first. She whispered a curse. Her hips began to move in tiny circles, seeking the pleasure of his touch.
She hissed when he pressed a third finger into the tightly stretched opening.
“You’re so damn tight.” He groaned when she clenched around his thrusting fingers. “And scorching hot.”
“Oh God . . .”
He pulled free of her clinging depths and filled his palm with lubrication. He stroked his cock from root to tip, squeezing the thick pulsing length, imagining how damn good it was going to feel once he got inside her. More than the raw physicality of the act, it was her surrender that turned him inside out. He ceded to her in many ways, couldn’t help himself from wanting to see to her happiness, found it almost impossible to say no to her, but in this one demand of his, she yielded completely.
If he’d needed proof that there was still an emotional wall between them, her token resistance was it. She’d never denied him anything, especially not in bed.
Brian moved with a groan, his lips surrounding her clit and suckling, licking, pushing her into an orgasm that shattered her.
Chapter 7
N o more.” Layla pushed weakly at his head.
“One more time,” Brian whispered, tonguing her swollen clitoris. “Just once more, baby.”
He had lost count of how many times she’d come, but it could never be enough to satisfy him. His dick was pounding in demand for its turn at her slick, scorching cunt, but he held himself in check, needed her pleasure more than he needed his own.
With patient coaxing, he brought her to orgasm again, his groans muffled in the folds of her soft, sweet pussy as he fucked her rippling depths with his tongue. Her cries were low and hoarse, her perspiration-damp body trembling with exhaustion.
As he pulled away, her leg slid heavily off his shoulder, her body lax and replete. She was vulnerable now. Open. Almost where he needed her to be.
She curled on her side as he left the bed, her eyes on the thick stalk of his raging erection. She licked her lips. “I can suck you off.”
He reached for the nightstand drawer.
A tiny whimper escaped her.
“You’re soft and relaxed now,” he soothed, gripping the lube in his fist. “You don’t have to do anything. You don’t even have to move. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Brian . . .”
“We need this, Layla. You know we do.”
He watched the goose bumps sweep over her skin. She turned, lying prone, and he joined her on the bed, running his parted lips down her spine. “I can’t tell you how often I dreamed of this ... how many times I woke up hard and aching.”
Grabbing a pillow, Brian slid one arm under her slim hips and lifted her, pushing the pillow beneath to cant her body to just the right angle.
Layla’s hands fisted in the bottom sheet, her chest rose and fell with swift breaths. “You’ll kill me . . . I can’t take this. Not now.”
He squeezed a line of lube in the seam between two of his fingers and a larger dollop on his fingertips. “You know it has to be now.”
She shivered when he touched the pucker of her ass, the tight ring of muscle flexing. He rubbed in slow, gentle circles, willing to be patient. He knew what this act did to her, how much of herself she gave when he took her this way, how exposed and defenseless she felt. She’d shown him by example last night, made him experience in the flesh what he’d thought he understood in his mind.
“No one else has been here, have they, baby?” he asked softly.
Her lower lip quivered.
“You’re still mine, aren’t you, Layla? Just as I’ve always been yours.”
“Brian, please ... I can’t bear it.”
One fingertip pushed inside her, and she gasped. Her slender body shook.
He slid in and out, twisting his wrist. After a moment, another digit joined the first. She whispered a curse. Her hips began to move in tiny circles, seeking the pleasure of his touch.
She hissed when he pressed a third finger into the tightly stretched opening.
“You’re so damn tight.” He groaned when she clenched around his thrusting fingers. “And scorching hot.”
“Oh God . . .”
He pulled free of her clinging depths and filled his palm with lubrication. He stroked his cock from root to tip, squeezing the thick pulsing length, imagining how damn good it was going to feel once he got inside her. More than the raw physicality of the act, it was her surrender that turned him inside out. He ceded to her in many ways, couldn’t help himself from wanting to see to her happiness, found it almost impossible to say no to her, but in this one demand of his, she yielded completely.
If he’d needed proof that there was still an emotional wall between them, her token resistance was it. She’d never denied him anything, especially not in bed.
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