Briar
Isit on the edge of Blake’s bed and watch as he strips off his clothes.
The corner of his mouth tilts up. “What’s that look for?” he teases.
“I can’t get over how hot my boyfriend is.”
Something flickers in his eyes. Something warm and wild.
He leans down and kisses me until I’m gasping for air.
“Fuck, I love hearing you call me your boyfriend.”
My heart flops around in my chest at the need in Blake’s voice and the awe in his stare.
He’s so happy I’m his girlfriend. I stand up and start to take off my clothes too, but he stops me when I grab the hem of his jersey.
“That stays on,” he growls.
I bite my lip as a giddy feeling swoops through me.
“I want to fuck my girlfriend while she’s wearing my jersey,” he says, his mouth on the side of my neck.
I shiver and whimper as he runs his mouth along the slope of my neck and down my shoulder. His hands fall to the waist of my jeans. He undoes them, then peels them off me, along with my panties.
I’m standing there, barefoot, in nothing but his jersey.
He’s on his knees now, in front of me. His normally bright blue gaze darkens as he looks at me.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this.” His voice is a low, rough rumble. Gently, he skims his hand up the inside of my thigh. With his knuckles, he caresses my soaking wet slit.
I gasp and grip his shoulder to keep from falling over. He kisses my stomach over the fabric of the jersey, then tilts his head up and kisses my breast.
“Oh…” My eyelids flutter as that familiar heavy feeling lands between my legs.
He runs his tongue over my nipple, then bites me over the jersey. I gasp. Oh. That’s so playfully hot. Right on the edge of rough.
He gives me another soft bite, then pulls back. The whole time, he’s gently circling my clit with his fingertips. My pussy throbs.
“I…I thought we were having sex…” I say, my voice breathy and broken.
“We are. But I’m not the kind of guy who’s just gonna stick my dick inside of you,” Blake says. “You need to be warmed up properly, Briar. You need to come at least once before my cock gets anywhere near your pussy.”
That giddy feeling climbs up higher in my chest. Of course Blake would make this all about me and my pleasure.
Gently, he pushes me to sit on the bed. With his massive hand on my stomach, he moves me to lie back on the bed, then pushes up the jersey so it’s around my waist.
He settles his face between my thighs, then swipes his hot, wet, warm tongue over me.
Hot, aching pleasure races through me. It starts at my clit and spreads through my thighs, up my abdomen and tummy and chest.
“Oh, god…” I grab the bedsheets.
He flicks his tongue over my clit in that steady, soft rhythm that makes my head swim and my entire body tremble. There’s no way I’m lasting very long.
After a minute, he pulls back and slips his finger into his mouth. “I need to get you ready for my cock.”
He slides his thick finger inside of me, and I groan. My eyes roll back, savoring the feeling of having him inside of me.
“Can you take another, babe?” His rough voice is soft and gentle.
I nod, staring up at the ceiling, my vision blurry. “Yes. I want more.”
He slides another finger in, and I cry out.
“You sure that’s not too much?” he asks.
“No, it’s so good. Can you use your mouth again? Please.”
He glides his tongue over me, and my body convulses. Being filled up with his fingers while he licks my clit has me on the verge of passing out.
I’m whimpering and moaning and crying out his name.
“Let it build for a bit, babe. Promise it’ll be good.”
His tone is so sweet and coaxing. My eyes roll back.
It feels like my entire body is engulfed in flames of pleasure.
He rubs his fingers against my front wall, and something inside of me catches fire. That ache deepens and multiplies. My thoughts scatter. Whoa. I can’t focus on anything other than how good this feels.
I can feel my orgasm hovering over the horizon.
“Holy shit,” I rasp through a broken breath.
Below me, Blake lets out a rough chuckle.
“Damn. I didn’t know my good girl could sound so dirty.”
I smile, but a second later it fades away when I moan. Louder this time. I can’t help it. I’m falling apart, totally at the mercy of Blake’s mouth and tongue and fingers.
He licks my clit once more before sucking on it gently. And just like that, I plummet over the edge.
All the nerves in my body fire off at the same time. My brain feels like it’s melting.
My hips arch off the bed, but Blake holds me down with his massive hand, softly sucking and teasing my clit.
“There you go, babe,” he says in that low, rough, coaxing tone that makes me giddy and warm all over. “Look at my girlfriend coming hard like the naughty girl that she is.”
His words of praise have me floating. Pleasure swoops through me, taking every thought and instinct along with it. I don’t know how to do anything other than tremble and moan and whimper and say Blake’s name over and over.
He dots my inner thighs with soft kisses as he slowly pulls his fingers out of me.
“You did so good, babe.” He leans up and kisses my tummy. “You’re so sexy when you come.”
His big hands stroke the sides of my body softly. He peers up at me, his eyes dark and hazy. “Okay?”
I nod. He kisses my hip. I close my eyes, moaning softly at the softness of his mouth. How he can be so sweet and filthy at the same time.
I shift so I’m lying on my side. When he kisses the small of my back, goosebumps race across my skin, and I shiver.
He kisses my ass cheek, and I gasp.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say, blushing. “No one’s ever kissed my butt cheek before,” I say with a shy laugh.
“That’s too bad. You’ve got a sexy ass.”
He sucks on my skin. I close my eyes, relishing the noises he’s making. He kneads both cheeks in his hands.
“I wanna kiss you here,” he growls.
My eyes fly open. He’s not facing me, so he can see the look of hesitation that I’m certain is on my face right now.
But he must be able to sense it, because he pulls away.
“If you don’t want to, Briar, that’s okay. You can say no to me.”
His gentle tone makes my heart ache.
“I do want it. I’ve just never done it before, so I’m nervous,” I admit.
“That’s okay.” He kisses right under my asscheek. “If you don’t like it, tell me to stop, and I will.”
I let out a breath. “Okay.”