mouth.
“My turn,” she said as she pulled away.
Shimmying down his thighs, she reached for the fastening on his shorts. The button popped and the Velcro ripped open with ease. Curling her fingers around the waistband, she slowly, inch by inch, worked them over his hips. With care, she wiggled them past his protruding erection. His long shaft bounced free as she moved lower. He hadn’t worn underwear. Heat arrowed between her legs when she realised he’d be bare beneath his swim trunks.
Vee glanced up to find his eyes on her. She smiled, her tongue slipping out to lick her lips. Brent jolted. His eyes dilated and his shaft slapped against his stomach, leaving a small, glistening wet patch. The urge to taste him pierced her. She’d never gotten to do that last time. There was so much she wanted to do to him. With him. But first she needed to sate the ache in her sex.
Wrapping her fingers around him, she stroked his length from root to tip and back. She used her other hand to cup his testicles. They sat hot in her palm, his scrotum contracting as she lightly squeezed.
“Jesus.”
His curse made her smile. It was good to know he wasn’t the only one who could torture with pleasure. Before things went any further, they needed to get rid of the rest of their clothes. Letting go of Brent’s flesh, she reached behind her back and snapped open the clasp on her top. She tossed the scrap of Lycra onto the floor and climbed to her feet. Standing over him, she stripped her bottoms down and threw them aside.
Brent hadn’t been idle while she stripped. He’d managed to shove his pants all the way down and kick them off. She dropped to her knees and crawled up his body until her mouth hovered over his. “Condoms?”
“Bedside, top drawer.” Brent pointed to his right.
Vee leaned over and pulled out the drawer. She smiled when she found the unopened box. “New purchase?”
“No.”
“Oh?” She glanced at him.
“Is that a subtle way of asking about my sex life?”
Was it? “Um, no.”
“I don’t have one, Vee. I haven’t dated anyone in over a year and it’s been longer than that since I had sex.”
“Oh.”
“Your turn.”
“What?” He wasn’t asking her when she last has sex, was he?
“I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” He grabbed her waist, rolled until he’d pinned her beneath him. “Well?”
How could she tell him? She didn’t want to lie, but the truth was so far beyond embarrassing her cheeks were already flaming hot. If she could be vague… “A long time.”
“How long, Vee?” His eyes bore into hers, determination burning in their depths.
“A few years.” She’d slept with two men. Brent and a guy she’d met at university. Both had been a one night thing. Both ten years ago.
“Then we’re not rushing this.” Brent took the box from her hand and dropped it on the bed. “Anticipation is half the fun, after all.”
“Brent, I’ve been anticipating this moment for almost ten years. The fun went out of it a while ago.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re more than satisfied.”
If his grin hadn’t hinted at the fact she was in trouble then his next move did. He did as he’d promised earlier and explored every inch of her. Starting at her neck, he worked his way down to her toes and back. Skirting around her breasts and between her legs, he touched and tasted each millimetre of skin with concentrated focus until she was breathlessly begging for him to finish.
“Please.” She writhed under his attention. “Brent.”
He chuckled against her hip, then did as she asked. His tongue moved over her. Lapping at her flesh, he drove her to the peak and over in seconds. But he gave no respite. No sooner had she come down than he was pushing her back up again. This time he used his fingers as well. Thrusting a finger inside her core while flicking his tongue over her engorged clitoris, he quickly brought her back to the brink of release only to keep
“My turn,” she said as she pulled away.
Shimmying down his thighs, she reached for the fastening on his shorts. The button popped and the Velcro ripped open with ease. Curling her fingers around the waistband, she slowly, inch by inch, worked them over his hips. With care, she wiggled them past his protruding erection. His long shaft bounced free as she moved lower. He hadn’t worn underwear. Heat arrowed between her legs when she realised he’d be bare beneath his swim trunks.
Vee glanced up to find his eyes on her. She smiled, her tongue slipping out to lick her lips. Brent jolted. His eyes dilated and his shaft slapped against his stomach, leaving a small, glistening wet patch. The urge to taste him pierced her. She’d never gotten to do that last time. There was so much she wanted to do to him. With him. But first she needed to sate the ache in her sex.
Wrapping her fingers around him, she stroked his length from root to tip and back. She used her other hand to cup his testicles. They sat hot in her palm, his scrotum contracting as she lightly squeezed.
“Jesus.”
His curse made her smile. It was good to know he wasn’t the only one who could torture with pleasure. Before things went any further, they needed to get rid of the rest of their clothes. Letting go of Brent’s flesh, she reached behind her back and snapped open the clasp on her top. She tossed the scrap of Lycra onto the floor and climbed to her feet. Standing over him, she stripped her bottoms down and threw them aside.
Brent hadn’t been idle while she stripped. He’d managed to shove his pants all the way down and kick them off. She dropped to her knees and crawled up his body until her mouth hovered over his. “Condoms?”
“Bedside, top drawer.” Brent pointed to his right.
Vee leaned over and pulled out the drawer. She smiled when she found the unopened box. “New purchase?”
“No.”
“Oh?” She glanced at him.
“Is that a subtle way of asking about my sex life?”
Was it? “Um, no.”
“I don’t have one, Vee. I haven’t dated anyone in over a year and it’s been longer than that since I had sex.”
“Oh.”
“Your turn.”
“What?” He wasn’t asking her when she last has sex, was he?
“I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” He grabbed her waist, rolled until he’d pinned her beneath him. “Well?”
How could she tell him? She didn’t want to lie, but the truth was so far beyond embarrassing her cheeks were already flaming hot. If she could be vague… “A long time.”
“How long, Vee?” His eyes bore into hers, determination burning in their depths.
“A few years.” She’d slept with two men. Brent and a guy she’d met at university. Both had been a one night thing. Both ten years ago.
“Then we’re not rushing this.” Brent took the box from her hand and dropped it on the bed. “Anticipation is half the fun, after all.”
“Brent, I’ve been anticipating this moment for almost ten years. The fun went out of it a while ago.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re more than satisfied.”
If his grin hadn’t hinted at the fact she was in trouble then his next move did. He did as he’d promised earlier and explored every inch of her. Starting at her neck, he worked his way down to her toes and back. Skirting around her breasts and between her legs, he touched and tasted each millimetre of skin with concentrated focus until she was breathlessly begging for him to finish.
“Please.” She writhed under his attention. “Brent.”
He chuckled against her hip, then did as she asked. His tongue moved over her. Lapping at her flesh, he drove her to the peak and over in seconds. But he gave no respite. No sooner had she come down than he was pushing her back up again. This time he used his fingers as well. Thrusting a finger inside her core while flicking his tongue over her engorged clitoris, he quickly brought her back to the brink of release only to keep
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