I snuggled into them and kissed his warm neck, inhaling his spicy scent. That scent I’d never get enough of.
“Make love to me,” I murmured.
He slid his hand under my pajama bottoms and ran his fingers over my folds. “Mmm. You’re already wet.”
“Always for you, Brad. I’m always here, always waiting for you.”
“So warm and soft.” He withdrew his fingers and traced my lips with them.
I licked them, tasted myself on him. My own flavor. Tangy and sweet.
“That’s hot,” he said.
I closed my eyes, embarrassed.
Then he kissed me, slid his lips over mine, and I opened for him. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, but soon it morphed into a wild kiss of need and desire. Brad lifted my T-shirt and grabbed one of my breasts. My nipple hardened instantly.
I wanted his mouth on me. Everywhere on me.
He continued the kiss for a few more blissful moments, and then he broke it, gasping.
“God, what you do to me. You’re everything, Daphne. Everything beautiful in the world. Knowing you’re here makes everything easier.”
Makes everything easier?
Was something bothering my love?
I didn’t have time to ponder the question further, though, because he slammed his lips down onto mine once more.
I lost myself in the kiss. I let everything in me become that kiss, that beautiful joining of lips that showed me passion beyond measure.
My body throbbed. I felt my own juices against my inner thighs. I was ready, so ready.
He squeezed my breast again, this time harder. I broke the kiss and cried out.
“Okay?” he asked.
I nodded. It hadn’t hurt. It was just harder than he usually squeezed.
He crawled downward a bit and took a hard nipple into his mouth. The tingling. My milk was letting down.
It would make a mess.
I didn’t care.
“So sweet,” he murmured against my flesh.
My milk? My nipple? Or me?
Didn’t matter.
Didn’t matter at all.
“Need you,” I said.
“Mmm. Need you too, baby.”
Could I ask for what I wanted? Did I have the gumption?
“Brad,” I said, panting. “I want you to…go down on me.”
He dropped my nipple and smiled. “My pleasure.”
He crawled farther down my body and removed my pajama bottoms. Then he spread my legs.
“God, you’re beautiful. So wet and ready for me.” He touched my clit.
Just a tiny touch, and I nearly flew off the bed.
He smiled. “So responsive. So hot.” He slid his fingers over me and inserted one.
I nearly flew off the bed again.
“Does that feel good? My finger inside you?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“You want my mouth on you, baby?”
“Please.”
He twisted his finger slightly, hitting something inside me that made me insane. I lifted my hips without meaning to.
“There are all kinds of places inside you,” he said. “All kinds of pleasure points.”
Cool. Great. Now get your mouth on me.
As if he could read my mind, he lowered his head and flicked his tongue over my pussy, his finger still moving in a strange figure eight kind of way. God, he was hitting something. Something amazing. When he added his tongue to the mix, swirling it around my clit and then sucking my folds into his mouth, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“Mmm,” he said against my vulva. “I haven’t taken enough time with you lately. There’s so much to show you. To teach you. So, so much.” He licked at me once more, twisting his finger and then adding another.
“You like that? How I stretch your pussy open?”
“I like everything you do to me, Brad.”
“I like doing it. I love doing it, Daphne. I love bringing you pleasure. It pleases me to please you.”
I trailed my fingers over my chest and cupped my breasts. Then I touched my nipples. God, so sensitive. I gave one a pinch and nearly flew off the bed for a third time.
“Feel good?” Brad asked. “Does it feel good to touch yourself?”
“Yes,” I said on a moan. “Feels so good.”
“Make it feel good, baby. I’ll eat your pussy, finger-fuck you, and you make those sweet little nipples feel good, okay?”
His words were crass. But God, they turned me on. How could I be turned on by mere words?
It added a whole new level to what I was feeling.
I closed my eyes, pinched my nipples, reveled in what Brad was doing between my legs, and before long, the feeling I’d come to know surged like an electric current through my body.
“Brad! God, Brad!”
My hips undulated, seemingly of their own accord, as I moved with the rhythm of my body, moved with the rhythm of Brad’s tongue and fingers.
The climax was swift in coming but stayed longer than normal.
“Keep going, baby. That’s it. Keep going.”
As if in obedience to his words, I did. I kept it going. I came. I came. And I came again.
I was lost in a kaleidoscope of swirling emotion and colliding physical sensations.
And then—
Brad was inside me, thrusting. His cock so hard, stretching me into another climax and then another.