Fate (Steel Brothers Saga 13)

Her eyes went heavy. “Yes.”

“I want you even more now, baby. I have to have you this time, so if you’re going to stop me, do it now. If we go further, I won’t be able to stop.”

But please don’t stop me.

She cupped my cheek, her flesh so warm. “I don’t want to stop. I want it to be you, Brad. Only you.”

“Thank God.” I pulled off her shoes and then unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. I yanked them over her hips and off her body. She was naked now, save for pink lace panties.

I inhaled again, this time closing my eyes.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Smelling you, baby.” I opened my eyes.

She’d gone slightly rigid. “Smelling me?”

“Yes. You’re wet, and it’s the sweetest perfume in the world.”

She closed her eyes. “Oh,” she sighed, her body flushing all over.

Such pure beauty. For a moment, I thought I could be happy just feasting on her with my eyes—and what a gorgeous feast she was. Skin the color of creamy milk, a tiny spray of freckles over her nose and shoulders. Breasts like alabaster globes, and nipples so hard and sweet. Between her legs, the paradise I longed for.

“Daphne.”

She opened her eyes.

“I’m going to undress now.”

Her eyes went wide. “Okay.”

“I don’t want to scare you. Have you ever—”

“Only in pictures.”

I nodded. I kicked off my boots and unbuckled my belt. My cock ached as I freed it from my jeans and slid them over my hips.

Her eyes went wider, and I still had my underwear on.

I stepped out of my jeans. “You still with me?”

She nodded.

“Sure?”

“Brad, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

That was all I needed to hear. I slid the briefs over my hips. My dick sprang up, bigger and harder than ever.

I waited. Waited for her to ask if it would fit. Waited for her to say she changed her mind. Waited for her to say anything.

She didn’t speak, though. Just regarded me, eyes heavy-lidded, body flushed and shuddering slightly.

I sat down next to her on the bed and eased her onto her back. “I’m going to make this good for you,” I whispered. “I promise.”

“I know you will.”

She trusted me, and I hadn’t done anything to earn her trust. Not yet. But I would. I’d earn all the trust she was instilling in me at this moment if it took a lifetime.

I started at her forehead and placed a kiss on her soft skin. Then I rained kisses down her face, stopping at her lips and diving between them with my tongue. We kissed deeply for a few minutes, but my cock was aching so badly, I had to move forward. I kissed down her neck to her breasts, sucking on each nipple and relishing her sweet moans. I didn’t want to leave her breasts, but my dick had other ideas. I moved downward, trailing my lips over her flat abdomen to her nest of black curls.

I inhaled.

Sweet Daphne.

Her panties still separated me from paradise. I was determined to be gentle, but when I slid my fingers under the band of her panties, I acted on instinct. I ripped the string bikini and pulled them off her.

“Brad!” she gasped.

“I told you the first time I wanted to rip your clothes off.”

“I remember.”

“I’ll buy you more panties.”

“I don’t care. I don’t care, Brad. Just… Please, just…”

I gazed between her legs. Her glistening pussy was beautiful. I blew on it softly, and she squirmed. “Please what, baby?”

“I want you. I want something. I just want… Please…”

“Tell me,” I said softly against her hot flesh. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Chapter Forty-One

Daphne

What did I want? How could I describe it? I could say I wanted him to fuck me. True, but so crass. I could say I wanted the moon and the stars. Also true, but metaphorical and ridiculous. I could say I wanted him to cherish me, but we’d known each other for only a week.

I cherished him, though. I cherished him more than I had anything so far in my eighteen years.

“Tell me, baby,” he said again.

“I feel so…warm and delicious inside. I want to feel everything, Brad. I want you to show me.”

He spread my legs farther apart and kissed the insides of my thighs. “I knew it,” he said. “So sweet.”

Then he stroked between my legs with his tongue.

And I burst into flames.

Such intense physical and emotional pleasure coursed through me, and we’d only just begun. I inhaled swiftly and sharply, letting the delicious tingle flow through my veins and out my fingertips, as if I were setting it free into the universe.

He glided his tongue over the entrance to my vagina again and then again. I squirmed on the bed, my hips moving of their own accord, searching for, searching for…

“Oh!”

He touched his tongue to my clitoris, and I nearly shattered. Such intensity! I’d never masturbated. I had no idea what pleasure awaited me.