heat to the tips of her breasts and between her thighs, making her wet and ready with only his mouth on hers.
His big hand traced down her throat, followed by his lips. Tugging the cup aside, he grunted in what sounded like approval as her breast was bared.
His hand was dark against the pale skin of her breast. His thumb brushed over her nipple, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. And when his lips closed over the tight peak, the burst of sensation was enough to make her legs go weak. He reached around and unhooked her bra. It landed on the floor and his hand covered her other breast, circling her nipple with his thumb as he sucked and licked her into oblivion.
Molly clung to his shoulders, barely able to stand as pleasure ripped through her at the feel of his lips, tongue, and fingers on her. Her sex clenched with every pull of his lips and brush of his fingers, already pushing her to the brink.
“So goddamn beautiful,” he murmured between caresses. “Been wanting this for so long,” he growled. His teeth closed over her in a gentle bite, making her moan and dig her fingers into his shoulders.
“That’s it baby. Make some noise. Tell me how much you like it.”
He sank down to his knees, licking and sucking his way down the soft, pale skin of her stomach. Any flicker of self-consciousness at her nearly naked state fled as he traced his tongue along the waistband of her satin panties.
Her breath caught in her chest as he hooked his thumb in the elastic and slid the scrap of fabric down her legs. The sight of him kneeling in front of her, his mouth so close to her sex she could feel the heat of his breath sent another burst of heat and wetness pulsing through her core. The fact that he was still fully clothed somehow made it even hotter.
He parted her with his thumbs, and then, oh God, his mouth was on her. His tongue slid along her throbbing clit in firm strokes. She let out a sharp cry and her knees started to buckle.
He caught her hips in his hands, steadying her. He moved lower, thrust his tongue inside, then closed his lips over her, sucking firmly.
Her cries grew more frantic as she felt her pleasure build, pulsing, throbbing, tightening until her entire being centered around Brady’s mouth and the unbelievable pleasure he was giving her.
“That’s it honey,” he said between sucks. “Come for me.” The low rumble of his voice sent a tremor of need through her. “Come against my mouth.”
The gruff command, uttered in his gravelly voice, sent her flying over the edge. “Yes,” she moaned, her fingers twisting in his hair as her hips twitched and rocked against him.
He pressed one last kiss to her still throbbing flesh and stood. At his urging she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bed with an ease she would have marveled at had she been capable of coherent thought.
The last pulses of her orgasm were still fluttering through her as he settled them on the bed so she was on her back and he was cradled between her parted legs. Her hands slid down his back and she tugged at his shirt. “I want to see you too,” she said and gave his earlobe a little nip. “Take these off,” she added, echoing his earlier words.
He kissed her hard, then moved to stand next to the bed, and went to work on the buttons of his shirt.
Molly watched, rapt, as inch after inch of tanned, hair-roughened skin was revealed. He shrugged it off his shoulders and she had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping in awe.
While he whose name she would not even think had managed to keep himself reasonably fit past his high school baseball career, Brady had the kind of body Molly had only seen in underwear and cologne ads.
No, she corrected herself. Brady’s body was nothing like those plucked, waxed, airbrushed specimens. He was bigger, leaner, the bulging muscles of his chest dusted with a dark triangle of curls that narrowed into a thin, dark line that bisected abs that looked like
His big hand traced down her throat, followed by his lips. Tugging the cup aside, he grunted in what sounded like approval as her breast was bared.
His hand was dark against the pale skin of her breast. His thumb brushed over her nipple, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. And when his lips closed over the tight peak, the burst of sensation was enough to make her legs go weak. He reached around and unhooked her bra. It landed on the floor and his hand covered her other breast, circling her nipple with his thumb as he sucked and licked her into oblivion.
Molly clung to his shoulders, barely able to stand as pleasure ripped through her at the feel of his lips, tongue, and fingers on her. Her sex clenched with every pull of his lips and brush of his fingers, already pushing her to the brink.
“So goddamn beautiful,” he murmured between caresses. “Been wanting this for so long,” he growled. His teeth closed over her in a gentle bite, making her moan and dig her fingers into his shoulders.
“That’s it baby. Make some noise. Tell me how much you like it.”
He sank down to his knees, licking and sucking his way down the soft, pale skin of her stomach. Any flicker of self-consciousness at her nearly naked state fled as he traced his tongue along the waistband of her satin panties.
Her breath caught in her chest as he hooked his thumb in the elastic and slid the scrap of fabric down her legs. The sight of him kneeling in front of her, his mouth so close to her sex she could feel the heat of his breath sent another burst of heat and wetness pulsing through her core. The fact that he was still fully clothed somehow made it even hotter.
He parted her with his thumbs, and then, oh God, his mouth was on her. His tongue slid along her throbbing clit in firm strokes. She let out a sharp cry and her knees started to buckle.
He caught her hips in his hands, steadying her. He moved lower, thrust his tongue inside, then closed his lips over her, sucking firmly.
Her cries grew more frantic as she felt her pleasure build, pulsing, throbbing, tightening until her entire being centered around Brady’s mouth and the unbelievable pleasure he was giving her.
“That’s it honey,” he said between sucks. “Come for me.” The low rumble of his voice sent a tremor of need through her. “Come against my mouth.”
The gruff command, uttered in his gravelly voice, sent her flying over the edge. “Yes,” she moaned, her fingers twisting in his hair as her hips twitched and rocked against him.
He pressed one last kiss to her still throbbing flesh and stood. At his urging she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bed with an ease she would have marveled at had she been capable of coherent thought.
The last pulses of her orgasm were still fluttering through her as he settled them on the bed so she was on her back and he was cradled between her parted legs. Her hands slid down his back and she tugged at his shirt. “I want to see you too,” she said and gave his earlobe a little nip. “Take these off,” she added, echoing his earlier words.
He kissed her hard, then moved to stand next to the bed, and went to work on the buttons of his shirt.
Molly watched, rapt, as inch after inch of tanned, hair-roughened skin was revealed. He shrugged it off his shoulders and she had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping in awe.
While he whose name she would not even think had managed to keep himself reasonably fit past his high school baseball career, Brady had the kind of body Molly had only seen in underwear and cologne ads.
No, she corrected herself. Brady’s body was nothing like those plucked, waxed, airbrushed specimens. He was bigger, leaner, the bulging muscles of his chest dusted with a dark triangle of curls that narrowed into a thin, dark line that bisected abs that looked like
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