29. Bradley
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Drown it out.
She needs me and I want to help her. I want to give her everything she needs for as long as she needs it, everything she wants for as long as she’s with me.
I want to give her the world.
Her eyes glitter as she gazes up at me, and the storm of emotions cascading through them is enough to make my own chest ache.
So I lean forward and give her my answer in a single kiss.
A single kiss that quickly turns into a frantic exchange as she pulls me closer by my collar and arches her body into me.
Soft gasps fall from her lips between each kiss, snatches of air that rush cool air past me and into her lungs.
I chase them with kiss after kiss, delving my tongue deep into her mouth and walking her backward until her calves hit the couch.
She’s forced to fall and does so with a grunt, but she curls her hands into my shirt and drags me down with her. Our lips collide and I cup the side of her neck, soaking up the rampant flutter of her racing pulse against my palm.
I need to drown out her thoughts until the only thing that exists inside her heart and soul is me.
Our kiss ends when I lean back and settle on my knees.
Zira’s frantic hands aid mine in unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them quickly down her thighs in such a rush that the seams leave a streak of fabric burn down her legs.
She kicks her jeans aside as I delve between her legs and kiss quick, open-mouthed kisses over the red lines while curling my tongue to lick and soothe each time.
All the way up, I kiss until I’m between her thighs and she curls one hand tightly in my hair.
“Bradley,” Zira gasps.
I look up at her through my lashes and hold her gaze while sinking forward until my open mouth is pressed against her clothed pussy.
Then I breathe against her and watch her eyes roll back in her head.
Zira collapses back down on the couch, and I press my tongue against her, seeking out the bumps and lines of her folds behind the sheer line of fabric.
Four strokes of my tongue and she’s soaking through her panties, her juices spilling across my tongue like a tease.
I keep licking until her panties are soaked from our combined efforts and they slide from her hips with the grip of my teeth.
Once discarded, I bury my face against her pussy and breathe in her musk while my tongue slips between her soaked folds, and I commit her to memory.
Every subtle bump and rise, every slick fold, every sweet burst of juice, and the way her clit rises to eagerly greet the flat of my tongue.
Wrapping my hands around her hips, I draw her firmly against me and devour her, tracing every silky-smooth inch of her while dipping my tongue inside her on each passing.
She trembles and gasps. Her grip in my hair becomes like iron, but the pain of it only further ignites the heat pooling in my gut. I consume her, focusing on her clit with focused sucks and flicks of my tongue, then I lavish attention over her lips and around her entrance.
Her thighs close around my head and her sweet, desperate moans grow muffled the tighter she clenches. Again and again her hips rock against my face, and I keep myself pinned, refusing even a millimeter of space between us.
Zira comes with a trembling cry that jolts her body upward until she’s a trembling, shaking mess in my arms. I kiss her clit and lazily drag my tongue through her folds, sweeping up her juices and swallowing them with a satisfied groan.
But when I lean up, our eyes meet and despite the pleasure fogging her eyes, the turmoil remains.
Good, but not enough.
Instantly back on my feet, I lean down and clasp the side of her neck with my hand. That grip allows me to pull her from the couch until she pools at my feet on her knees.
“You’re still thinking, aren’t you?”
Despite the slight twitch in her stature and the frantic pulse against my palm, she nods.
“I’m going to fuck your face until you can’t think, you understand?”
Zira’s eyes darken and they dart to the bulge at my crotch, then she nods.
“Unzip.”
Her hands dart upward and she tugs at my jeans, impatiently tearing at the zipper until it opens and my jeans fall a few inches down my hips. She pushes them the rest of the way, and I slide my hand into her hair, grabbing a fistful like a leash and drawing her in against my clothed cock.
“Three fingers.” I mirror the motion I need by raising the pinky, index, and middle finger of my free hand. I hold them there until she glances up at them. “Three fingers against my abdomen and I’ll stop, okay?”
Zira nods.
“How many?” I ask, still holding them up.
“Three,” she repeats, her voice soft and her breath warm against my boxers.
“That’s it.” I push my boxers down past my hips and free my cock.
Zira’s eyes widen at the sight and she immediately wraps both her hands around my shaft, pulling a grunt from my gut at the softness of her palms. Keeping one hand in her hair, I nudge her hands away with the other.
“On my thighs, darling.”
She obeys instantly.
“Open your mouth.”
There’s no hesitation in the way her chin drops, and she stares up at me with glazed eyes that still hold her desperate plea in their depths. It’s a plea I’ll fuck right out of her.
The swollen crown of my cock rests briefly on her lower lip, and I enjoy the pleasant warmth radiating from her, then my hips tilt and my length slides past her lips and into the heated depth of her mouth.
She immediately hollows her cheeks and starts sucking, pressing her tongue flat against the underside and angling her head enough for my cock to slide right to the back of her throat.
The moment my crown brushes the silk at the back of her throat, I retract my hips.
We work up to my plan with slow, controlled thrusts for a few seconds, giving her ample time to grow familiar with the stretch of her jaw around my cock and the weight against her tongue.
Then I move both hands to her hair at the back of her head and grip tightly as I pull her forward.
The first slick, wet sound of her gagging goes straight to my core and Zira’s fingers press briefly into my thigh, her only complaint as I draw my hips back and then pump them forward with increasing rhythm.
Each thrust forward pushes an extra inch down her throat and each draw back gives her time to catch her breath.
But it doesn’t remain that measured.
The distance I withdraw from her hot mouth becomes less and less while the pace of my hips increases.
Thrust after thrust, I plunge down her tight throat and my eyes roll at the rippling muscles around my length and the incredible heat that wraps around my cock like a glove.
It’s nothing compared to her pussy, but it’s still amazing.
Zira slumps slightly against me, allowing me free rein to drag her mouth over my cock and fuck her throat faster and harder than before.
Each thrust lasts longer and longer as I play with how long she can hold her breath, toying with her senses and shoving myself so deep that eventually, her nose ends up pressed against my pelvis with my entire length lodged down her throat.
Our eyes meet as hers fill with tears, and she struggles against me, struggling to breathe, struggling to swallow.
And each time her eyes narrow as if she’s at her limit, I pull back and she gains a rush of air that makes her tremble and moan.
The closer I get, the faster I fuck her throat until my hips are a blur.
Her fingernails cut into my thighs, and her tongue stops pressing up as she grants me easy access to her throat, fucking her as hard as I dare while pleasure pools low and hot in my gut.
She doesn’t move her hands, not once, and she only looks away when her eyes roll back in her head from a brief lack of air.
It takes all my effort to not come, to keep this going for as long as I dare until her face is flushed, her lips swollen, and her eyes are finally void of anything but pleasure-addled daze.
When I spill down her throat, she chokes and pushes against me briefly, so I slowly retract my cock until only the crown rests on her tongue, spilling the last pulses of my cum into her mouth.
I tilt my hips back, and my cock falls from her lips just as my hand moves around to her jaw.
Catching her, I tilt her head up and force her lips closed as we stare at each other.
“Swallow,” I instruct softly.
Zira pants harshly through her nose, and after a moment, she does just that.
“Let me see.”
Her flushed red lips part, revealing her equally flushed mouth and throat void of any cum. Relaxing my grip, I slowly pat her cheek. “Perfect.”
Zira sags against my thighs, holding on tightly and nuzzling in while I pet her hair until I crouch down to her level and cup her face with both hands.
“Still thinking?” I ask softly.
Despite the pleased glaze in her eyes, Zira slowly nods.
“Let me fix that.”
She ends up on her hands and knees with my face buried against her pussy, slowly eating her out.
Zira does her best to remain on her hands and knees, but the pleasure trembling through her forces her down onto her shoulders with her hands splayed out across the rug in front of the fire.
Each ragged moan from her drives me deeper against her and I wind one arm around her thighs to prevent her from rocking away from me while my other caresses and massages her lower back.
My tongue darts slowly through her folds, focusing mostly on her clit as I learn she responds much sharper to attention and pressure on the left side of her clit.
Once I start focusing there, Zira becomes melted butter in my arms and comes with a hoarse scream.
Her pussy flexes against my tongue as I delve deeply, drinking her down until she’s barely able to hold herself up.
Not that I need her to.
After rolling her over, I gather her in my arms and shove her against the wall.
Zira grunts and moans while looping her arms around my shoulders and drawing me in.
With her legs around my hips, she struggles to lock her ankles together to keep her legs raised, so I do it for her.
Cupping my hands around her thighs, I use the pressure to keep her against the wall and finally thrust my aching cock into her scorching pussy.
I nearly come right there and then as she closes around me and grips so tightly that I never want to leave.
A fever takes over me, one only soothed by fucking into her with everything I have.
My hips thrust forward, repeatedly fucking into her and forcing moans and gasps out of her with every jolt.
Her calves dangle loosely over my hands, but her fingers claw at my back leaving long, hot trails of fire that force me to roll my shoulders.
I devour her mouth in deep kisses, possess her pussy with every frantic thrust of my hips, and never give her a second to catch her breath.
All night, I fuck her. Against the wall, on the couch, eaten out across the dinner table while my curry burns to a crisp.
Each time she tries to talk, I shove my cock back down her throat and quieten her mind until we’re both so utterly spent and raw that there’s nothing left to do but fall into a completely exhausted sleep.
Zira sleeps on top of me, naked and warm under the blanket with her head nestled into my chest and her arms splayed out to the side. I fall asleep with her while stroking her hair and wake the next morning to her leaning over me and gazing down with a new light warming her beautiful eyes.
“Morning,” Zira croaks softly.
Waking up with her might be the single best moment of my life, and a smile creeps across my lips. “Good morning.”