Chapter Ten #2
She opened to him, sighed as they sank deeper into the kiss. The tips of his fingers ran up the inside of her thigh, each stroke reaching higher and higher.
Drea fisted her hands in his hair, smiling against his lips when he groaned in response. “Jesus. What you do to me, Drea.”
When the cab got to his house, Cujo passed two twenties to the driver. Without waiting for change, he hurried Drea to the door.
“Keys,” he mumbled, running kisses down the side of her neck. Door unlocked, Cujo broke their kiss to put his code into the alarm.
“Fuck, I want you, Shortcake.” He pushed her flat against the wall, raised both arms above her head, his kisses feverish. Her pulse skittered at the hunger in his words.
Without warning, he lifted her into the cradle of his arms and carried her in the direction of his room. She kissed the corded muscles in his neck, the ease with which he carried her increasing her sense of longing.
Cujo lowered her to the floor. He reached for her zipper and slid it down. “You look fucking hot in this dress, but it’s got to go,” he growled.
Although she expected him to rip the damn thing off, he lowered the zipper slowly until it was fully undone. He tugged the dress off her shoulders, trailing with kisses along her collarbone.
She trembled as she tried to unbutton his shirt. Cujo laughed at her huff of frustration. “In a hurry, Shortcake?” he asked huskily.
He licked and nibbled the skin behind her ear, making her moan. His hands sank into her hair. Oh. His tongue swept down her neck. She was wet. And so damned aroused, she was going to orgasm where she stood.
With the buttons finally undone, Drea opened his shirt wide. To satisfy curiosity, and because, well, it was seriously hot, she sucked his pierced nipple into her mouth. Cujo let out a hiss, but the hand he placed on the back of her head urged her to continue.
She wrestled his shirt down his arms. Drawn to his scar, she ran a finger down it gently. “What’s this—”
“Not now.” He cut her off and pushed her dress to the floor. His gaze burned her skin as he took in the purple lace underwear she’d been saving for a special occasion.
“You are fucking incredible, Drea.” He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off.
She stared into Cujo’s hooded eyes. Her fingers skated down the ridges of his abs, following his happy trail to the zipper, which she lowered, brushing her knuckles against his hard length.
Cujo groaned at her touch, turning Drea on even more.
He removed the rest of his clothes until he stood before her naked.
“Three … two…” he started to count. He grinned at her.
“Wait, what … no,” she squealed as he moved toward her.
“One.” He grabbed her in his arms and they fell to the bed. Laughing, he lifted her to sit astride him, his cock perfectly positioned to give her what she wanted.
“You ass,” she said, feeling his hard erection press against her. Without thinking, she rolled her hips against him, moaned as his hands slid beneath her underwear to grip her butt and encourage the grinding.
He pressed into her again, and Drea began to hate the thin layer of material between them.
Fireworks exploded throughout her body. She’d never felt so aroused. And had never been so ready to devour a man whole. She admired his biceps, the way his muscles flexed when he moved.
Cujo popped her bra clasp like he’d done it a hundred times before. It fell away. Then he cupped her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking hard.
Her blood turned molten; heat flooded her core.
His thumb brushed across her sensitive nipples, and he kissed and licked her until she felt like screaming.
“Brody,” she cried softly.
“Take what you want, baby.”
Drea crushed her mouth to his. Surrendering to the feelings building inside, she pressed her chest to his and slid against him, savoring the feel of his hot, hard body beneath hers. The force of his kiss burned her, leaving her powerless against the sensations building inside.
He rolled them over, trading positions. Cujo removed her underwear slowly—his gaze never leaving hers. She tried to kick off her heels, but he grabbed her ankles. “Leave ’em.”
Cujo stretched over her, focused on her mouth. He traced the seam of her lips with his thumb, tickling and teasing her. She sucked it deep, swirling her tongue around it, pretending it was the tip of his cock.
“I can’t wait to feel you around my dick, sweetheart.” He pulled his thumb out of her mouth, then caressed her clit with it, causing her hips to lift off the bed.
“Sensitive?” he asked on a soft smile. “I love that.”
He moved lower, his face hovering above her core. Just his proximity—the promise of what his mouth could do to her—made her melt and squirm.
“Ahh,” Drea cried as he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. She felt him smile as he gripped her legs, pinning her down. He lapped greedily, devouring her.
The sensations were becoming unbearable. But Drea couldn’t fight nature. Desperate for release, she twisted her fingers into his hair, urging him to go faster.
She was so close.
“You need more?” His fingers were a sweet invasion—combined with his tongue …
“Brody, please.” When he finally sucked hard on her clit, Drea exploded in a shout of ecstasy and relief.
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The sound of Drea’s orgasm was almost enough to send him over the edge. His cock throbbed, ready to sink inside her.
He crawled back up the bed, pausing to get a condom out of the bedside table drawer. Fuck, she was beautiful, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes, and with a blush to her cheeks he’d put there. She came like she did everything else, with passion.
“Brody,” she whispered.
“Yeah, baby?” He lay down on top of her; the feel of her breasts pushed up against his chest was heavenly.
“Make love to me.”
“With pleasure.” He’d try to show her everything he was feeling inside. It was important she knew this was more than just sex.
His cock rubbed against her soaked entrance, and he slid in slowly, pushing firmly against her. Fuck, she was tight. Tiny everywhere. He didn’t want to hurt her. The way she tightened along his length made it impossible to maintain control. She moaned against his mouth as he kissed her.
“Christ, Drea,” he growled. “You feel so fucking good.”
She wrapped her legs tight around him and something hard dug into his back. He looked over his shoulder and, fuck, she was still wearing those sexy heels.
Drea wiggled. “Please move, Brody. I can’t wait any longer.”
He lowered his mouth to hers and gripped her ass. If he had an ounce more self –control, it might have been possible to maintain the slow and steady slide, but the feelings were so intense, the desperation to come so great, it was impossible to do anything other than slam inside her.
All aspirations of making it last, of taking it slow, flew out of his mind. She deserved to come again, but his body had other ideas. She felt too good in his arms.
“Oh, Brody,” she sighed against his lips.
Synchronicity. They moved perfectly together; she matched him thrust for thrust. He closed his eyes, savoring the purity in the moment.
Appreciating it for what it was. Something he’d never had.
He was making love to a woman for the first time in his life.
It felt incredible. He could move mountains.
She was squeezing him tightly, rippling against him, and he sped up. “Look at me, Drea,” he rumbled. “I want to see you.”
“Brody.” Her pupils flared wide and her nails dug into his back.
The sound of his name on her lips and the way her walls tightened around him as she came sent him to the edge.
“Shortcake, I’m gonna—ah, fuck.” Wave after wave of pure bliss assaulted him and he struggled to keep his eyes open, but he didn’t want to miss a minute of their first time together.
He dropped his head to the pillow, just above her shoulder, kissed her neck and gasped for air. Equally breathless, Drea massaged his shoulder, providing a sense of unfamiliar comfort.
Being a practical man, he rolled them onto their sides, but being purely selfish, he stayed inside her, enjoying the way she continued to squeeze him.
He pushed Drea’s tangled hair off her face, couldn’t resist kissing those swollen lips again. Gently this time.
She smiled shyly at him, and he felt it all the way to his fucking toes.
Shell-shocked at the way she made him feel, he grinned back as she curled her head into his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around her, a quiet calm replacing their usual frenetic energy.
A flicker of worry about what the morning would bring rippled through him.
“Thank you, Brody. That was incredible.” Drea whispered into his shoulder.
He brought his focus back to her. “Anytime, babe,” he responded and gently moved inside her to drive his point home. She giggled against his shoulder. Sweetest. Fucking. Thing.
She lifted her head, ran a line of kisses just underneath his jaw. “I love your bed.”
“I love you in my bed, just … for the love of God, keep squeezing me like that.”
He rolled over her and grabbed another condom from the drawer as she laughed.
There were still plenty of hours left before dawn, and he intended to spend every last one of them showing her what it would be like if they gave this a shot. And in the morning, he’d tell her the one thing that might make her walk away.