Sean Chapter 8
My mind was barely comprehending that Brenda had learned the darkest aspects of my life, the things I dealt in, and she hadn’t run.
She had reservations and a desire for us not to be in the ones we were, but she wasn’t demanding we stop, or I’d lose her.
She accepted me as I was. It was the secret dread I’d had.
Cormac and I had talked about it. He feared the same thing with Cyndi.
My relief mixed with my body’s overwhelming need to be connected to her.
It was why I’d carried her to my bed and lay with her.
Our kiss instantly heated my blood and brought my cock to life.
I knew it was dangerous to let myself get too wound up, but I kept going.
When she eventually eased our mouths apart, I wanted to protest, but I stayed quiet.
I shifted my body away. I was dangerously close to her feeling my rigid cock.
I’d won a major battle tonight. I refused to fuck it up by making her think I was demanding sex.
My hand and I would remain best friends for the foreseeable future.
Except when I moved, Brenda followed me.
And wouldn’t you know it, she pressed herself against me.
Her gasp showed she’d felt it. I thought she’d move away and put an end to us on the bed.
Instead, she shocked me when she stayed where she was and ground her pelvis into my erection.
The unruly monster in my pants jerked—more wetness stained my underwear. I was leaking precum all over myself.
My body was burning hot, begging me to get naked and to relieve the heat and tension. The preferable way was to thrust my cock inside of her pussy and fuck her until we both blew. Once wouldn’t be enough to sate my hunger. Chríost, stop it.
Brenda’s face was buried in my neck. She kissed along the muscle there, then licked up the length of it. When she reached the top, she nibbled and kissed along my jaw.
I groaned, then said, “Aimsir, you have to stop. My control is slipping. I’m only so strong. We need to go out to the living room.”
Her hands moved to clutch my shoulders. “What if I don’t want to stop? Or move?” she mumbled against my skin.
“What if you don’t want to end this and go to the living room?” I asked, trying to determine whether I had heard her correctly. Her nod said I had.
“Brenda, look at me,” I demanded.
She placed another kiss below my ear, then reluctantly moved so we were able to see each other’s faces.
There was no denying the passion in her expression.
Her lips were red and swollen. Unbidden, the thought of them looking like that from her sucking my cock made me groan. I closed my eyes to block them out.
“Sean, what’s wrong? Why did you close your eyes?”
“I closed them because my brain is thinking about things it shouldn’t. I want…”
“You want what? To remove our clothes so we can touch and explore each other without any barriers between us? You want to taste me like I want to taste you? You want to fuck me, the way I ache to be fucked?” she said breathily.
My restraint shattered. Growling, my eyes popped open, and I rolled her onto her back. I came to hover over her. I pressed my entire body against hers and swiveled my hips, showing her how hard she had me.
“Yes! All those and more. I want to devour you. Hear you cry out and then scream my name as I take you and bring you to a climax. I don’t want it once and then done. I want to ride you all night until we have no energy left.” My words came out between a hiss and a growl.
Her hands were on my shoulders again. Her nails sank in, causing a stinging sensation even through my shirt. I loved it. I wanted her nails to score my whole body. To sink into my back as she orgasmed.
“Then stop wasting time. Let me up so I can get rid of this dress and everything else. It’s too tight and hot.”
“No, I want to remove them. You’re a gift I want to enjoy unwrapping. May I?”
“Yes, but first, take off that shirt, so I can admire part of your body while you unwrap me,” she requested with a throbbing tone to her voice.
“As you wish, angel,” I told her before I moved off her and got to my feet.
I almost popped off the buttons in my haste to undo them so I could ditch my shirt. Finally, I tossed the damn thing to the floor. Her whimper and the way she licked her lips made me proud that I kept myself in the physical shape that I did.
Leaning over the bed, I slightly impatiently hauled her closer to the edge of the mattress.
It made her dress ride up on her legs. Now, I could see her legs to mid-thigh.
They were shapely and had the same fair skin as the rest of her I’d seen.
I ran my hands up them, absorbing how silky her skin was.
She moaned. I didn’t stop until I touched the edge of her panties at the crease where her hip and thigh met.
Determinedly, I resisted going beneath the panties to her pussy.
That prize would have to wait. If I went there now, I’d be inside of her in no time.
Instead, I traced the contour of her legs back to her knees, then to her feet.
Her toes were delicate, and her feet were beautifully arched and shaped. Her nails were the same gold as her fingernails. I traced her toes and along the arch, causing her to cry out and attempt to withdraw. I grinned.
“So I know something new about you. My woman is ticklish. Hmm, that’s fantastic. I wonder what…”
I lowered my head, placed several kisses on the tops of her feet and toes, then I sucked her big toe into my mouth and swirled my tongue around one, then the other.
Her moan was deep and drawn out. Usually, I ignored a woman’s feet, but there was something about Brenda that made me have to know every inch of her.
I didn’t linger too long there. My body wouldn’t allow me.
I sat up, then stood. I held out my hand. After she took it, I tugged her into a seated position on the edge of the bed. Gasping the hem of her dress, I murmured, “Lift your ass for a second.”
Brenda put her hands by her hips on the mattress and pushed.
It was enough to lift her ass, allowing me to tug the dress past her butt.
Taking my time, I raised the dress until it exposed her panties.
I paused at the sight. They were a tiny pair of cotton ones in pale yellow with little blue flowers.
“Those are the fucking cutest things I’ve ever seen. Who knew these would be so sexy?” I muttered.
Restarting my journey, I kept lifting her dress until I exposed her bra.
It was made of the same material as her panties.
Her tits were molded into mouthwatering mounds.
My hands twitched with the need to knead them, and my mouth longed to taste them.
I noticed the bra had a front clasp. I hurriedly brought the dress over her head, then tossed it over the footboard.
I stood there, studying her. Brenda seemed a little uncertain. I hurried to reassure her. “Bren, your body is so goddamn incredible. Let me see all of you.”
Her answer was to cup her tits and hold them higher, as if presenting them to me. “Undo me, Sean,” she said raggedly.
In seconds, I had it unhooked and pushed off her shoulders, and she dropped her hands. As she removed her bra the rest of the way, I cupped and kneaded her firm tits. They were a handful for me. My thumbs caressed her beaded nipples, causing her to cry out as she shuddered.
My cock was so hard, it was trying to push its way out of my pants.
I wanted it free and inside of her. I had to know what she felt like, clenched around me like a glove.
My breathing kicked up a notch. Lowering my head to taste them, I soon had her hands buried in the back of my hair, with her fingers tugging on it.
That only increased my pleasure. I sucked harder, nibbled her nubs, and twisted the one I wasn’t sucking on.
“Oh, Sean, yes, that feels so good, honey. More,” she pleaded.
I kept at her tits for probably at least five minutes before I broke and moved toward the ultimate prize.
I kissed and nipped, along with licking my way down her torso until I got to her panties.
Once there, Brenda automatically leaned back on her hands and lifted her ass.
I hastily snagged the sides of her waistband and pulled her panties down her legs.
They dropped from her feet, forgotten. I pressed on her chest, signaling her to lie back, which Brenda did.
I paused long enough to undo my pants so I had some room, and I didn’t strangle my cock.
Then I dropped to my knees and shoved her legs apart.
I was staring at her pussy. Her mound and her outer lips were covered in a short, neatly trimmed carpet of red hair which matched the hair on her head.
Running my hands up her inner thighs, I touched the hair.
Shit, it was silky soft. I was close enough to smell her aroma.
It was a mixture of her perfume and her pussy’s essence. I salivated. I had to taste her.
Parting her nether lips with my thumbs, I lowered my head and licked up her crease.
She cried my name and her hips bucked as her flavor burst on my tongue.
Her cream made me shudder. Her sweet-and-salty taste sparked an immediate craving for her.
I lapped up every drop of her I could find and then went to work making her spill more.