Chapter 24
Brodie
Brodie couldn’t remember when he’d been so hot for someone. So hard. His dick physically ached with the need to be inside her now. He could feel the heat of her body through the layers of clothes, her underwear and his trousers. But he forced himself to pull back.
For the first time in a long time, he realised he was fully in the moment and had no desire to be anywhere else than right here, right now with this woman straddling him. The sense of something not quite aligned in his life was no longer niggling at him.
‘You’re so beautiful.’
She ducked her head and her hair fell forward. ‘I’m not. I’m just average.’
He tipped up her chin with his finger, forcing her to look at him. ‘No, you’re not just anything...’
He cupped her face and their mouths met again; she had her hands on his chest. He could kiss her all night. She was such a tantalising mix of shy and confident, soft and tart, and she tasted amazing.
Her breasts were pressed against him and he had to curb the urge to move his hips. If he did, he’d come in his pants and he’d never done that. You came close the other night. With her.
Brodie pulled back reluctantly and she looked at him, eyes slumberous and hair tousled.
He realised he was holding a skein of it in his hand.
He let go and moved his hands down her sides, to her waist. He looked at her, all that light golden skin and the thrust of her breasts under the bodice of the dress.
‘Can I see you?’
She nodded. Brodie brought his hands to the top of her dress and slowly pulled it down.
The fabric was stretchy and he sent thanks up to the sartorial gods.
When her breasts were revealed, Brodie’s dick got even harder.
He hadn’t imagined their perfection. He cupped one breast and didn’t hold back.
He couldn’t. He squeezed the firm flesh and licked the nub of Jess’s nipple.
She bore down on his dick and he put a hand on her waist as if he could try to control the contact. Things were unravelling fast. He was sucking her breast now, circling the hard tip with his tongue, biting gently.
Then tending to her other breast. He was vaguely aware of her hand in his hair. A sharp pain as she gripped strands but nothing could distract, not even pain.
‘Jesus, Brodie...’ Her hips were moving against him in a rhythmic motion and he put his hand under her dress onto her bare thigh, exploring the smooth skin, and then up higher and inwards, to where she was so fucking hot against him.
He found the centre of her body and pulled back from her breast to look at her. ‘You’re burning up.’
‘Do something about it.’ She gritted this out, desperation in her voice.
She looked wild and so unbelievably sexy that he was tempted to keep her on the edge, but he relented.
He slipped his thumb under the edge of her underwear and his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head when he felt how wet she was.
Slippery with desire for him. He only had to rub her a couple of times and her thighs were squeezing his tight and a flush came over her skin as she orgasmed.
He stared at her in awe. She looked stunned. There was a light sheen of perspiration on her skin. She said breathily, ‘That was...fast.’
Brodie felt like smirking but he realised that if they didn’t move right now, he would be freeing himself and joining their bodies, and he wanted to savour her this time. They had that massive bed and he planned to utilise every inch of it.
He said to Jess, ‘Can we take this inside?’ Please.