He crashes his lips into mine again, moaning and panting into my mouth as he starts to move. My hands rub the stubble on his jaw as he holds me around the waist, moving in and out of me slowly and with purpose. The beginnings of another orgasm heat my core.
“I can’t go slowly. It has to be hard and fast. I want to hear you scream, Sunshine.”
Oh, God help me. My body is on fire now, and I’m holding on tighter in anticipation. I’m a goner. I feel his hands dig in around my waist as he lifts me up. A shiver runs through me.
He lowers his lips to mine and gives me a gentle kiss before thrusting his hips up and slamming into me. He lifts me quickly and thrust upward again, filling me to the absolute maximum, his head falling back on a muffled yell.
“Brady!” I scream out in wanton pleasure.
“That’s it, scream for me,” he says, continuing with powerful thrusts. Each time I’m lowered onto him, I let out another incoherent scream.
I’m clawing at him as my weak legs try to stay firmly gripped around his waist. I’m losing control.
“Tori!”
“Oh, God. Yes.” I throw my head back, moaning and chanting his name, wild with pleasure and ready to combust as each hard stroke pushes me toward complete and utter ecstasy.
“You feel fucking incredible,” he groans against my throat, scraping his teeth lightly against my skin, continuing his hard, fast delivery. “I don’t like it when we argue.”
Huh? Did we argue? I’m so confused, my mind and body lost to endless waves of pleasure.
“You’re mine, Sunshine.” He continues with his relentless pace, almost punishing.
“Yes,” I moan. Oh, God. Is he trying to punish me? Is this about Tug? Is he laying claim to me? Do I care right now?
“Say it!” His demand slices through my thoughts.
“I’m yours,” I cry out, helpless in the face of his pleasurable strokes against my body. I can’t hold on anymore. My legs lose their grip, but Brady holds me firm. With my fingers locked around his neck, I hold my head up and look into his eyes. “Yours,” I cry once again.
I’m heaved up and held against his chest as he slows to a gentle, tender pace. My hands find his hair, and I hold on tight. With one hand he holds my waist as the other massages the back of my head. Our joined bodies move in a slow rhythm. As I feel him push and pull inside me, my emotions reach a breaking point, and I start to cry in what I can only describe as a blissful wail of love for this man who consumes me with every touch. I can’t begin to describe what he means to me. Our love is immeasurable.
His body stiffens, and I know he’s close. He groans next to my ear as I grind my hips against him. “I’m going to come.” He strains the words against my neck.
“Yes.” I’m close, too. I sink my teeth into his shoulder as my insides tighten, climbing toward another orgasm. With a hard, deep thrust of his hips, I fall apart, crying out in pleasure and screaming so loud that my throat closes up.
“Fuck, Tori!” He lifts his hips from the stool, surging forward and holding on to me when I start to fall back, his warm seed pouring into me as his body shudders with his release.
I massage his neck as we descend from the cloud we were just on. His eyes find mine, and then he lets out a deep chuckle and reaches up to rub his shoulder.
My gaze lands on the bite marks I inflicted on him. One of them is deep, and I worry I might have broken skin. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He smirks. “I like it.”
I smirk back at him. “You would.”
He kisses me deeply, and I squeeze him tightly. I could stay here forever, wrapped in Brady’s arms. I’m still not sure which argument he was referring to, but if this is how make-up sex will be, then we need to “argue” more often.
After a few moments pass, Brady lifts me off him and stands. He grabs my hand, pulling me up and walking me toward the door. “Come,” he commands. “It’s time to feed my girls.”
I just had lunch, but after the calorie-burning session I just endured, I can eat again. “Wait!” I freeze in my tracks, looking down at our naked bodies. “Someone might see us.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Is Tug here?”
“No, but Liv or Harrison could be home anytime.”
He opens the door anyway. “They went to Harrison’s parents’ for dinner. So, you’re staying naked. I’m not done with you.”
Oh, right. I knew that. The promise of an entire evening naked and uninterrupted with Brady has me shaking with excitement. “Can’t we just skip food? I’m really not hungry.”