I do.
His lips crash into mine. It's a hard, hungry kiss. Need rises up from my stomach and pours from my lips to his.
Right now, I need to feel he's mine.
He breaks our kiss to pull my t-shirt over my head. Then he's undoing my bra and pushing the straps off my shoulders.
Desire races through my body as Brendon cups my breasts.
My eyes flutter closed as he draws circles around my nipples. His hands are strong, but they're gentle too. Every brush of his fingers sends another wave of desire straight to my core.
"Brendon..." I grab onto his t-shirt.
"Say it again, angel."
"Brendon..." Right now, the only thing I know is that I want him touching me.
He presses his hips against mine so I can feel his erection. Still, he keeps his focus on my chest as he toys with my nipples. His touch gets lighter and lighter until it's so light I can barely feel it. Then it's harder.
Harder.
Hard enough it hurts as much as it feels good.
But it feels really fucking good.
He drags his fingers over my collarbones. His eyes fix on mine.
His voice is as demanding as his gaze. "On your knees."
My sex clenches. I want to be on my knees for him. I want him in my mouth.
I don't know how it's possible, but somehow, I'm even hotter.
I lower myself onto my knees.
Brendon's hand curls into my hair. "I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours."
Yes. Hell yes. I nod.
"Unzip my jeans and take out my cock."
I bring my hands to the waistband of his jeans and unzip. My palm presses against his boxers. That's Brendon under that thin layer of cotton.
Desire pools in my core. I want this more than I want to get off.
I pull his jeans to his feet. Then the boxers.
And that's Brendon, hard and ready for me.
I take a moment to soak in the sight of him. He's thick. Long. My fingers go to the arrow-head shaped tip.
He feels good in my hand.
I lean in to brush my lips against him. At first, it's just a taste, and fuck does he taste good. Like skin and sweat and something distinctly him.
"Open your mouth," he commands.
I do.