staring down at her perfect pink pussy. Nestled below the dark curls, in the hood of her clit, was a vertical silver piercing with a tiny ball on the end.
Now
that
was the fucking sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “Damn. I . . .” He didn’t know what to say except the obvious. “Does it hurt?”
She laughed and rolled her hips a bit, as if trying to rock against his fingers. “If it hurt, it wouldn’t be in. It just makes everything more . . . sensitive. In a good way.”
Well, now he had to test that
. He touched the piercing with his finger and stroked the flesh around it.
Brenna sucked in a breath.
He dipped a finger to the well of her pussy and felt how slick and wet she was. He took some of that wetness and moved back up to her piercing and began to press with gentle fingers, rubbing the ball of the piercing against her clit.
She groaned, her eyelids fluttering shut again, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Use your tongue.”
The visual of doing that to her nearly flattened him and he ran his other hand over the hard ridge of his cock. He was barely aware that he was still in trousers and wearing most of his shirt. Meanwhile, the woman beneath him was naked and wriggling and slick with need.
He stood up, intending to strip out of his clothing, and was gratified by her disappointed whimper.
“Save that for me,” she told him breathlessly. “We’re not finished with our game.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. He knelt between her thighs again, lowering his face toward the sweet tangle of curls, and he felt the tension rising in her body. He wanted to make this good for her. For some reason, it was important that he not fuck this up.
Grant placed a hand on one of her thighs and slowly lifted it to his shoulder, then repeated the motion with her other leg, until he was cradled so close to her damp flesh that he could practically breathe in her scent. Then he grasped her hips with his hands and tugged her the rest of the distance, bringing her to his mouth.
She was delicious. Salty and wet, her pearly skin flushed with heat. He nuzzled through the curls and searched out that piercing with the tip of his tongue again. When he found it, he began to roll it back and forth over his tongue in sweeping strokes, paying attention to her clit, and making sure that his movements set the little ball rolling over it, back and forth.
He barely heard the sounds of her moans, lost in his own world between her thighs. That piercing fascinated him, and he couldn’t resist playing with it, flicking it with his tongue, and then using the hardened tip of his tongue to seek out the nub of flesh underneath. Her fingers dug into his hair and she yanked, but she wasn’t telling him no, so he continued to tease her. Her hips bucked with need and the piercing banged against his teeth, startling him.
“Need you inside me,” she breathed. “Deep.”
But Grant wasn’t done playing. He’d give her a little more of what she wanted, though. He continued to tongue her clit and her piercing and placed two fingers together at the entrance to her core and thrust.
She jolted, keening her desire. The hands in his hair became more frantic. “Yes,” she moaned, the sound almost triumphant. “Oh God. Please, Grant.”
He thrust again, and then began a slow and steady rhythm, working his fingers in and out of her pussy, feeling the excited little quivers running through her. He changed the rhythm of his tongue, moving to slow little circles around her clit, then lapping at it again. Then circles. Then more tonguing.
Brenna was writhing in his arms, breathing his name over and over again, her hips trembling against him. He felt a spasm jerk through her body, and then she clenched around his fingers, sucking them deeper and holding him as her body stiffened in an intense orgasm. She made a soft choking sound, as if she’d lost all the air in her lungs, and her hips rose off the bed, pressing hard against his
Now
that
was the fucking sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “Damn. I . . .” He didn’t know what to say except the obvious. “Does it hurt?”
She laughed and rolled her hips a bit, as if trying to rock against his fingers. “If it hurt, it wouldn’t be in. It just makes everything more . . . sensitive. In a good way.”
Well, now he had to test that
. He touched the piercing with his finger and stroked the flesh around it.
Brenna sucked in a breath.
He dipped a finger to the well of her pussy and felt how slick and wet she was. He took some of that wetness and moved back up to her piercing and began to press with gentle fingers, rubbing the ball of the piercing against her clit.
She groaned, her eyelids fluttering shut again, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Use your tongue.”
The visual of doing that to her nearly flattened him and he ran his other hand over the hard ridge of his cock. He was barely aware that he was still in trousers and wearing most of his shirt. Meanwhile, the woman beneath him was naked and wriggling and slick with need.
He stood up, intending to strip out of his clothing, and was gratified by her disappointed whimper.
“Save that for me,” she told him breathlessly. “We’re not finished with our game.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. He knelt between her thighs again, lowering his face toward the sweet tangle of curls, and he felt the tension rising in her body. He wanted to make this good for her. For some reason, it was important that he not fuck this up.
Grant placed a hand on one of her thighs and slowly lifted it to his shoulder, then repeated the motion with her other leg, until he was cradled so close to her damp flesh that he could practically breathe in her scent. Then he grasped her hips with his hands and tugged her the rest of the distance, bringing her to his mouth.
She was delicious. Salty and wet, her pearly skin flushed with heat. He nuzzled through the curls and searched out that piercing with the tip of his tongue again. When he found it, he began to roll it back and forth over his tongue in sweeping strokes, paying attention to her clit, and making sure that his movements set the little ball rolling over it, back and forth.
He barely heard the sounds of her moans, lost in his own world between her thighs. That piercing fascinated him, and he couldn’t resist playing with it, flicking it with his tongue, and then using the hardened tip of his tongue to seek out the nub of flesh underneath. Her fingers dug into his hair and she yanked, but she wasn’t telling him no, so he continued to tease her. Her hips bucked with need and the piercing banged against his teeth, startling him.
“Need you inside me,” she breathed. “Deep.”
But Grant wasn’t done playing. He’d give her a little more of what she wanted, though. He continued to tongue her clit and her piercing and placed two fingers together at the entrance to her core and thrust.
She jolted, keening her desire. The hands in his hair became more frantic. “Yes,” she moaned, the sound almost triumphant. “Oh God. Please, Grant.”
He thrust again, and then began a slow and steady rhythm, working his fingers in and out of her pussy, feeling the excited little quivers running through her. He changed the rhythm of his tongue, moving to slow little circles around her clit, then lapping at it again. Then circles. Then more tonguing.
Brenna was writhing in his arms, breathing his name over and over again, her hips trembling against him. He felt a spasm jerk through her body, and then she clenched around his fingers, sucking them deeper and holding him as her body stiffened in an intense orgasm. She made a soft choking sound, as if she’d lost all the air in her lungs, and her hips rose off the bed, pressing hard against his
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