Chapter 6 #2
He brushed his thumb across her cheek. “What’s your favorite color? Do you have a favorite flower? Are you a dog person or a cat person? Do you have a favorite side of the bed you like to sleep on?” His thumb slid across her bottom lip. “What are your views on foreplay?”
Breely held his gaze with a steady one of her own. She knew what she wanted, and she was going all in to get it. “Blue. Tulips because they remind me of spring. Dog. The right side. Overrated.” She laid a hand on his bare chest. “I’ve asked. It’s now your choice.”
Her heart beat hard in her chest, her pulse pounding so fast she was afraid her veins would explode with the force of it. The seconds ticked by so slowly she thought she’d die.
When Moe opened his mouth…his lips moved and then closed tight. He bent, gathered Breely in his arms and carried her to the right side of the bed, laying her gently on the sheets. “You’re free to stop me at any moment. I can’t promise it’ll be easy, but I will stop.”
She reached up and cupped his cheeks in her palms. “I want you to stop…” she leaned up and touched her lips to his, “stop talking and start making love to me.”
He smiled and pressed a hard kiss to her lips. As he lingered, his mouth gentled, and his tongue pushed past her teeth to glide along hers, claiming it in a sensuous dance.
The kiss stole her soul and her breath, leaving her shaking with the feelings it provoked.
Moe straightened beside the bed. “I’ll be right back.” He returned to the bathroom.
Breely lay on the bed as if her life was a movie on pause. Everything inside was frozen on the screen, ready to resume as soon as the master hit the play button.
A second passed, then another.
Moe emerged from the bathroom and held up an accordion of condoms with a grin.
The play button engaged, and Breely laughed. “Think we’ll use that many tonight?”
“A man has to have goals, doesn’t he?” Moe tossed the condoms on the pillow beside her, hooked his thumbs in the elastic band of his shorts and shoved them over his hips. The shorts fell to the floor.
Breely’s gaze swept his length from head to toe, coming to rest on the jutting evidence of his desire for her.
Her chest swelled, and her channel creamed. She’d made him that hard, and she wasn’t even fully naked yet.
Eager to remedy that, she reached for the hem of the T-shirt.
His hand captured hers and lifted it to his lips, pressing a kiss into her palm. “Let me. It’s like opening a present.”
His voice melted into every pore of her skin.
As soon as Moe released her hand, she wrapped it around the back of his neck and pulled him down for another one of those toe-curling kisses that made her heart falter and the world outside come to a halt.
Again, Moe straightened.
Breely leaned up on one elbow. “Going for more condoms? You really are aiming for your stretch goals.”
He chuckled and walked to the other side of the bed.
“One of my goals is to give you multiple orgasms. It’s not a stretch.
It will happen.” He slid his hands across the tops of her feet and ankles, pausing to grip each ankle.
He lifted them and placed them far enough apart that he could lie down between them.
Still leaning up on her elbows, Breely’s breathing grew more labored.
Moe brushed his fingers across the insides of her calves and up to tickle the backs of her knees. Climbing up the bed, inch by inch, he followed his finger with his tongue and lips, flicking and kissing a path north to his target.
He pushed her knees up and let her legs fall wide, leaving her exposed to the blitzkrieg of his touch.
Breely had never known how sensitive her inner thighs were until Moe blazed a trail along them all the way up to the center of her desire. Every flick and tender kiss sent shivers across her skin, increasing her anticipation to a fevered pitch.
Moe parted her folds with his thumbs and bent to touch his tongue to the very spot she’d teased not long ago in the shower.
Still hypersensitive from her earlier attentions, the nerves in her clit vibrated, sending shocks of sensation throughout her body.
Breely dug her hands into Moe’s hair and moaned.
“Like that?” he murmured, his breath hot on her sex.
“Yes,” she said, barely able to push air past her vocal cords.
He touched her again, and lightning sparked inside her. When he swirled his tongue around and around the nubbin, she bucked beneath him, her hips rising, urging him to take more.
Moe continued to stroke her there until he teased the right spot enough times that he set off an explosion of energy bursting through Breely’s body, lighting up her nerves like roman candles.
She pressed her heels into the mattress and raised her hips. Her belly clenched, and her body pulsed to the rhythm of her release.
Maintaining his swirls in tight circles around her clit, Moe persisted until Breely collapsed to the mattress, aftershocks of the orgasm making her catch her breath.
Then she tightened her hold on his hair and urged him up her body.
He laughed, rising over her, dropping kisses along the way. One to her belly, one to each of her breasts and the pulse thundering at the base of her throat. When he reached her mouth, he claimed it, diving deep to caress her tongue in a long, slow dance that left her breathless and wanting more.
Then he lifted himself off her and knelt between her legs while reaching for the condoms.
“Let me.” Breely snagged the strip, tore one off and ripped it open. She rolled the rubber over his engorged cock, loving how long and hard he was.
For her.
And soon, he’d be inside her, filling a void she hadn’t been able to do on her own.
Once sheathed, he settled between her legs and pressed his shaft to her dripping entrance, dipping in to coat himself in her juices.
Past patience, Breely gripped his butt cheeks and brought him home, slowly, easing his thickness into her tight channel.
When she would’ve pulled stronger, he held back. “Easy. Let yourself adjust,” he whispered.
“Want you,” she moaned. “Now.” Her fingers dug into his flesh, bringing him the rest of the way home.
For a long moment, he didn’t move, allowing her channel to stretch and accommodate his girth.
She filled her lungs several times and then tightened her grip on his hips, easing him out and then back in again. With each stroke, she increased the speed until he took over, thrusting again and again.
Breely wrapped her legs around his waist, rode him to the edge and shot to the stars, her body radiating the heat of the sun like a solar flare.
Moe’s muscles tensed, and his breathing grew more ragged by the second. He thrust again, driving deep and hard, sheathing himself all the way to the hilt. He came in the throes of Breely’s second orgasm, his hips rocking gently, milking every last bit of his release.
Breely collapsed against the pillow and closed her eyes.
Moe’s body slackened, the tension easing. He dropped down on Breely, his naked chest crushing her breasts. Then he rolled her with him to their sides and held her cradled in his arms.
“Wow,” Breely whispered. “Is it always this intense?”
He chuckled. “If you’re doing it right and feeling it.”
“Oh, I think we were doing it right.” She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “And I was feeling everything.” Breely yawned. “Are we going to make it through all those condoms?”
He brushed his lips across her forehead. “Maybe not tonight.”
“Will there be another time?” she asked, her thoughts and voice fading. She couldn’t keep her eyes open.
“It’s a distinct possibility.” Moe brushed a strand of her hair back from her forehead, his touch gentle.
She covered her yawn. “Do I have to ask again?”
“Always, sweetheart.”
“Moe,” she said.
“Yes, Breely.” He studied her face in the dimming light.
“Will you make love to me?” She smothered another yawn. “Not now. Later today.”
He chuckled. “Sleep, sweetheart.”
“Will you be here when I wake?”
“Yes,” he said. “I promise.”
Her eyes opened, and she stared up into his face, a frown denting her brow. “You didn’t answer when I asked.” Her frown deepened. “Did I not satisfy you enough?”
“Oh, babe…” He pulled her into his embrace and rested his cheek against her temple. “You were amazing and satisfied me, for now.”
“Only for now?”
“Babe, I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”
“You won’t wake up in the morning with regrets?”
“Only one,” he said and kissed the tip of her nose. “That the night was too short.”