“Oh, God, Brady.” I toss my head to the side and suck in my breath.
With the hand that is not currently holding my wrists, he gently palms the side of my breast and presses into my nipple with the pad of his thumb. My nipple tightens further at his touch, and he starts circling his thumb around it. Torturously slowly he continues this, and when I’m sure it’s too much to bear, he removes his hand and takes my already-sensitive nipple into his mouth. I close my eyes as he lightly circles his tongue around the tense flesh. The ache surging through my body is enough to send me into oblivion, and he’s just getting started. His mouth leaves my breast but hovers inches above it. His warm breath blows against my nipple each time he exhales, teasing me. I tilt my head down to look at him. His deep green eyes meet my gaze as his hand softly strokes my bare thigh.
“Breathe, Tor.” He laughs traitorously before taking my nipple back into his mouth, teasing and nipping at the sensitive flesh.
I swallow hard and squeeze my eyes shut. “Brady, oh, God, please,” I beg. That’s right. I beg without shame. I need him to know just how much I want him.
His mouth leaves my breast, dropping light, soft kisses down my body, stopping to dip his tongue in my navel, faint erotic noises leaving his lips along the way. He yanks on the waistband of my shorts, removing them along with my panties in one swoop.
Sitting back on his heels, he smiles devilishly as his eyes sweep over me. I squirm under his heated gaze and groan my frustration. Brady chuckles, and then his fingers begin circling my clit.
“Oh, God, yes!” I breathe.
"Fuck, Tori, you're so ready for me," he hisses.
“Duh!” I shout sarcastically. “Now will you fuck me, please?”
Instead of answering he laughs and mumbles something that sounds like “patience.” And then two of his fingers inch into me slowly. My hips leave the bed in a desperate attempt to ease the burning inside. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I whimper as my hips fall back onto the bed.
He stands and puts his fingers in his mouth, the ones that were just inside me moments before. Oh. My. God. I’ve never, ever seen anything as sexy as this man in front of me, tasting me. Slowly, he draws his fingers from his mouth. He tilts his head, gazing down at me. “Very nice.”
He drops his pants and boxers simultaneously to the floor. I gasp involuntarily at the sight of him. He’s huge. I gulp, wondering how the hell that’s going to fit inside me. It’s been over a year, and Jake was significantly smaller. It’s clear to me now that Jake has envy issues.
Brady grins as though he knows where my thoughts are, and reaches up under my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He drops to his knees. His heavy eyes follow his hands as they wander up my thighs and over my stomach. Oh, my God. My eyes slam closed as I grip the sheets. His head descends south, and I realize what he’s about to do.
No one has ever done this to me before, and I have no idea what to expect. My entire body burns as nerves mix with desire. His warm tongue touches my clit, and I nearly black out. He licks up and down, side to side, lapping and sucking. My insides climb to the brink of orgasm, and I fist my hands into his hair, urging him to stop before I lose all sense of this earth. The sensation is literally too much to endure. Brady doesn’t budge as he continues taking me to a place I’ve never been before. When his delicious tongue slips inside me, it sends me sailing over the edge. I moan and scream incomprehensibly. Warmth gushes out of me. What the hell? I’d never felt this with Jake. My entire body trembles beneath Brady and I let go, shaking and moaning. My toes curl and my body bucks once and then again. My thighs vibrate uncontrollably. Even when I’m sure he’s going to stop, and I can fold up into a ball, he continues, and I start slipping away to that place again and I may never return. When I push against his head to stop, his hands wrap firmly around my wrists, and he shoves them into the bed next to my hips, holding them there, pinning my legs with his forearms. He’s going to kill me – I’m sure of it.
Brady keeps edging me closer to another orgasm, and right when I’m going to explode, he stops and starts the whole slow process again. When I can no longer tolerate the pleasure, and I’m sure it’s more than my body can cope with, he stops and pushes me back up the bed. With hooded eyes, he climbs on top of me, crawling up my body, and sinks his face in my neck. I smell my scent mixed with his. Brady Hunter is the sexist man I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait another second for him to make love to me.
He whispers my name and mumbles into my hair. I can’t answer him with anything more than “mmm,” as I have forgotten how to speak ac
tual words.
“I want you so badly, but I didn’t bring any protection.”
I grin sheepishly and dig my nails into his shoulders. “I’m on the pill, Brady.”
He lifts his head, pushes some sweaty strands of hair from my face, and kisses my forehead. “I always use protection.”
Averting my eyes, I muse over what he’s just said. “You mean you’ve never had sex without a condom?”
“Never.” He turns his head and sighs.
The realization of sharing something with him that no one else has hits me, sending a new wave of desire through me. I grab his chin and pull his head toward me. “A first for you, too, tonight, Brady Hunter, because if you think not having a condom is stopping this, you’ve lost your damn mind. Inside me now, please.”
He chuckles, his lips returning to mine. I taste myself on his lips as he kisses me softly. He does exactly as I requested, entering me slowly, stretching me, his breath fast and his eyes fixed on mine. He rocks against me, and I arch my back to meet his hips.
Within minutes, I fall to pieces, forgetting where I am and who I am. “Oh, God… Oh, God,” I scream, and Brady was right about my “firsts” – I’m sure the heavens can hear me. I don’t care who hears me. “Don’t stop… Oh, God.” A moan leaves my mouth in a long continuous hum, and every inch of my skin tingles. When I finally return from the land of Utopia, Brady’s eyes are on mine, and he smiles. He knows he's satisfied the ache I’ve felt for years when I’ve been near him.
“You’re so beautiful, Sunshine.” He’s breathless as he continues to push in and out of me with a pleasingly slow rhythm, teasing my body with a promise of more to come. “I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve fantasized about this moment so many times, but the real thing is far better than anything I could have imagined. Watching you fall apart beneath me is the single most pleasurable thing I’ve ever seen or felt.”
Brady Hunter has been fantasizing about me. His words make me tremble with pleasure, and I scratch my nails down his back. With a low growl, he increases his pace, pounding into me over and over, fucking me, climbing toward his own climax. Sweat drips from the tip of his nose, landing on my breast. My legs clench him tight, and I rock my hips into him, pulling him deeper into me. I can’t get enough of him. By the look on his face and the slight shaking of his body, he’s close.
“Christ. You. Are. Killing. Me.”
Seconds later, his entire body stiffens, and he slams into me one last time. The warmth of his release pours into me. Groaning loudly, he buries his head in the crook of my neck, and his body collapses on top of mine. We both lie there, completely spent and trying to catch our breath. I’m positive Brady Hunter owns me, and I cry. Yes, I’m crying over a guy, like I promised I would never do. This is different, though, as these are tears of pure happiness.
Brady lifts his head, watching me, his eyes hard and worried. “Fuck. Are you crying? Did I hurt you?” He’s beside himself with worry and uses the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears, a few spilling into my ears.