21. Smitty #2
“Um-hmm.”
“You know, she has this new sixth sense that lets her know whenever we’re fooling around.”
The last few times Brooke and I tried to do anything more than kiss, Anslee had woken up crying, putting an end to any thoughts we had of messing around. “Is that what it is?”
“It appears that way.”
“Or she could be starved for attention.”
“We both know that’s not true.”
I laughed as I asked, “How long do you think we have before this new sixth sense kicks in?”
I grinned against her cheek. “If we’re lucky, we might have a solid half-hour. Maybe more if you’re quiet.”
“If I’m quiet?” She turned in my arms, smiling up at me. “You’re the one who does all the growling and huffing.”
“Says the one who chants my name when she comes.”
“Okay, mister.” She gave me a playful nudge. “Are you going to stand here wasting time, or are you going to kiss me?”
“Oh, I’m gonna kiss you, every chance I get.”
My hand dove into her hair, and I pulled her close, crashing my lips against her in a hungry kiss. The kiss quickly became heated. Our hands were wild and possessive, making my pulse race with need.
I gave her hair a firm tug as I delved deeper into her mouth, and she inched even closer, making my cock throb. My hand dropped to her shorts, and after a quick twist, I’d undone the first few buttons.
A light moan vibrated through her chest as I slipped my hand down between her legs and eased her lace panties to the side. I grazed her center with the tips of my fingers, and my already-hard cock pulsed against my jeans when I found she was soaked. “So fucking incredible.”
Her eyes were locked on mine as I reached for her panties and slid them down her long legs. Desire flashed through her eyes as I lifted her up, then guided her to lie back on the kitchen table. I slipped my hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the table.
She looked so damn beautiful sprawled out on that table, bare and waiting for me with that wanton look in her eyes. She inhaled a deep breath when the bristles of my beard brushed against her soft skin.
A feeling of satisfaction washed over me when I skimmed my tongue across her clit, and she arched her back toward me, urging me on. I spread her trembling legs wider, and a needful moan echoed through the room as I began nipping and sucking her sensitive flesh. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Loving how her beautiful body responded to my touch, I continued grazing and teasing her clit with my tongue, tormenting her as she writhed beneath me.
Overcome by her impending release, Brooke’s hips lifted up from the table, begging me to give her more, so I placed the pad of my thumb against her clit, teasing her until she got exactly what she needed.
Her head thrashed back as she gasped, “Yes!”
“That’s right.” I slid my tongue over her as I continued moving my fingers inside her, tormenting that spot that was driving her to the edge. Adding more pressure, I demanded, “Come for me, beautiful.”
That’s all it took. While muttering my name over and over, she submitted to her release. Damn. Nothing turned me on more than watching her come undone. I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I had to be inside her.
My cock was hard as steel as I stood there in front of her, letting her greedy eyes soak in everything before I went to her. She lowered her gaze and watched as I stepped closer. I slipped my hands beneath her and lifted her from the table, carrying her over to the end of the sofa.
I slowly lowered her feet to the floor, and like she could read my mind, she immediately turned and leaned over the arm of the sofa, positioning her perfect ass in the air.
Damn. She looked so fucking beautiful as she glanced over her shoulder and watched as I rolled a condom over my throbbing cock.
A look of greedy anticipation flashed through her eyes as she watched me inch toward her and place my hands on her hips. I raked my cock against her, and she arched her back toward me with a low moan, waiting for me to give her exactly what she wanted.
Without any further hesitation, I plunged inside her, and I couldn’t imagine a better feeling. I slowly drew back and slammed into her again and again, giving her everything I had. Our bodies met in a punishing rhythm that quickly had us both gasping for air.
Brooke cried out my name as she tightened around me. With one hand on her hip and the other teasing her, I took her from behind with slow, deliberate strokes. A slight hiss slipped through her teeth as I drove into her again and again, each time faster and more unforgiving.
Her fingers clutched the sofa cushions as she shouted, “Oh God!”
As much as I loved having her this way, I wanted her eyes on me when she came, so I withdrew and stepped back. She immediately glanced over her shoulder, and her eyes were marked with confusion as I slipped my arm under her waist and lifted her.
Once she was standing, I led her to the front of the sofa and sat down, guiding her to saddle me.
With her hands on my shoulder, she lowered herself down on my cock, then started rocking forward.
Every shift of her hips was slow and seductive, and while it was fucking hot, I needed more.
I dropped my hands to her waist and started guiding her over me in an unforgiving rhythm.
She placed her hands on my shoulders, trying to steady herself as she muttered, “Brayden!”
Shifting her hips upward, she continued to rock against me.
I could feel her muscles contracting all around me as her second orgasm started to take hold.
My body grew rigid as my release inched its way through me.
Her head fell back as I drew back and slammed into her again, taking her harder and deeper.
“Damn,” I growled, my fingers digging into her hips.
I guided her forward in a feverish rhythm until I finally let go, coming inside her.
We both stilled, fighting to catch our breaths, and after several moments, our heartbeats began to slow.
Brooke reached for the blanket, then eased it over us before curling up next to me.
She tilted her head up at me and smiled, “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
I leaned down and kissed her, and as she curled even closer, she asked, “Do you think we will ever finish unpacking?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” she groaned. “I’m sooo tired.”