Dutton #3
I let my hand fall back to her stomach, but this time, I ran a finger over the fabric, over her hips, and down her thigh. I gently swirl small circles as I touch my way to her inner thighs. She parts them just enough to let my hand fall between them.
I keep up with the circle, but I extend my pinky to switch against her clit, and she jerks.
She’s sensitive.
I fucking love that.
“Books, are you sure you want to cross this line with me again? We haven’t talked about it, and I need to know where your head is.”
My touch never falters as I wait for her reply.
She hums. “I do, but I don’t know what it means.”
I hook a finger into her panties and shimmy them down her legs, tossing them to the floor.
I brush a finger over her slick core, and she bucks against me.
“It means, I’m the only man who gets to touch you like this,” I tell her.
She nods.
“It means, I’m the only man who gets to taste you,” I tell her.
She nods faster.
I press a finger into her.
“It means, you're the only woman I want in my bed from this moment on.”
“Yes,” she moans, her head falling back to me.
“And it means that I’m going to kiss you, Books. Because I’m not sure I’ll be able to take it anymore.”
She flips over quickly, a hand coming to my face as our lips hover over each other. I grip the back of her thigh and pull her leg over until she’s straddling me.
Her hands fall to my chest to hold herself up, but her hips move in a small circle over my briefs.
“Books,” I groan, sitting up, and then I grab her face and pull her to me, crashing her lips to mine.
My fingers weave through her hair, gripping the back of her head and giving it a light tug.
She moans. The vibration on my lips fuels me.
I hook a hand around her hips and roll us.
I settle between her parted legs with a hunger that I’ve never felt before. I grind my hips into her and slip my tongue past her sweet lips.
This is better than I imagined.
This is pure fucking heaven.
My cock brushes her center, growing hard as I press my hips into hers.
All it would take would be one quick move to rid myself of my briefs and feel her, skin to skin.
God, I want that.
I break the kiss and push my shirt up her body until she lets me take it off.
I kiss down her chest and stomach like a starved man, until I reach her glistening pussy.
“Fuck me, Books. Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” she breathes, and as much as I can’t wait to eat her up, I want to be sure she gets exactly what she wants first.
“Tell me what you want.”
She props herself up on her elbows and looks down at me.
“What?” she asks.
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I … whatever you want to do.”
“No, baby,” I say slowly, then stick my tongue out to lick up her soft lips.
“Shit,” she cries out.
“I want you to think of all the dirty books you’ve read, and I want you to tell me what you want me to do.”
She inhales. “I want you to lick me again.”
I do it.
“Tell me more.”
“And … I want you to slide two fingers inside of me.”
“More,” I command as I do what she says.
“And I want you to make me come. I want you to make me come with your fingers and your mouth and I don’t want you to be gentle about it.”
I smirk. I know she can be dirtier than this, but it’s a damn good start.
I hook my finger inside her and then remove it to flick my tongue over her clit.
She lets out a frustrated growl, but then I press her thighs open wider, lick her faster, and replace my fingers, fucking her with them until I see her back bow off the bed and she cries out my name.
When I feel the grip of her coming, I press my thumb to her clit and rub quick circles to draw out her orgasm as long as I can.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cries out, her head thrashing side to side.
I watch in complete fascination as this woman falls apart in front of me.
Because of me.
It’s a sight I’ll never get out of my head.
Her chest is heaving as I crawl up her body, letting my hands roam the landscape and appreciating every ounce of skin on display for me.
“Holy shit,” she says, grinning at me. “That was amazing.”
“It sure fucking was,” I agree and then press my lips to hers again.
I plan to make this a repeat every night.
“Now, let's get some sleep,” I say and pull the comforter up to warm her body, keeping her naked as I tuck her in under my arm.
“But wait,” she says and rolls once again to face me. She reaches a hand down between us, brushing against my hard-on. “Don’t you want me to take care of this for you?”
I kiss her forehead.
“No, what I want is to hold you in my arms, where I know you’re safe.”
Her gaze softens.
“That’s it?”
I chuckle.
“If you’re worried that I don’t want you in any type of way, you’re wrong. I’d kill to slip inside of you right now, Books. But it’s late, it was a long day, and”—I tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear—“I don’t want to do something you might regret in the morning.”
She nods slowly and then rests her head on my chest.
Within minutes, her breathing has evened out and I know she’s asleep.
I take a deep breath.
Tomorrow is going to be a shit show, but on the bright side, I’m going to wake up with Brooke in my bed, and that alone changes everything.