40. Brody
Brody
Ikiss her softly, almost as if I’m asking a question. Which I suppose I am. Is this OK? Do you want this? Are you sure this time?
She growls a little under her breath and wraps her arms around my waist to pull me closer, pressing herself against me. The kiss deepens and I feel myself falling: falling and flying at the same time as I give myself over to this brilliantly beautiful woman.
I pull back from the kiss to look at her.
“Just kiss me,” she says, reaching up to pull my head back down to her mouth.
Part of me wants to take things slowly, to savour this moment.
But part of me wants to relinquish all control to her, to let her take the lead.
She pushes me back onto the bed and I allow myself to fall, pulling her with me.
She kisses me as I spider my way up the bed until my back is against the headboard and she’s straddling me.
I run my hands down her waist, taking note of the curve of her hip.
She breaks from my kiss to pull the hem of her dress up a little, before raising one eyebrow at me and pushing her weight more fully into my lap.
It feels like a challenge and an invitation all rolled into one.
And then she shifts her hips, just in case I was in any doubt about what she wants.
I push the dress further up her thighs and she grinds harder into my lap. A tiny moan escapes from her lips. And then she grabs my hand and guides me to the very edge of her underwear, my fingers grazing the lace. She pulls back from my kiss and looks at me, eyes heavy, dark.
“Touch me,” she whispers.
The world falls away. This isn’t like that night in Wales when we were drunk and horny and it felt like it was just physical. This feels more than that. Primal. Urgent. Like there is nothing else except the two of us. Like this is the start of something truly special.
“Touch me,” she whispers again, more urgently this time.
Gently I brush my hand over her. Her mouth opens, teeth unsheathing.
I feel a frisson up the back of my spine at the sight of them.
Fear and arousal all mixed into one. I brush my hand again and she lets out an exhale, her head falling back, hair cascading so it tickles the arm I have wrapped around her waist to hold her in place.
“Touch me.” This time it sounds like she’s begging, her voice laced with an increased sense of urgency.
I repeat the motion. Once, twice, three times.
And then she takes my hand once more and presses my thumb against herself, hips grinding. I watch her face, her eyes closed. And then I pull my thumb away. Her eyes flash open and darkness pins me in position.
Until I bring my thumb to my mouth, carefully wetting it.
She helps me to slide her underwear to one side as I place it against her nakedness and this time her gasp is loud, echoing around the room.
Slowly I tilt my hand, feeling her slick against my palm and I press two fingers into her. Gently, gently, gently. There’s that low moan again, a sound I would be happy to spend eternity trying to eek from her perfect lips.
She bucks against my hand, my thumb on her clit and my fingers slightly hooked inside her.
“Jesus Christ,” she whispers as she increases her pace a little. One of her hands creeps to her breast and she slips her fingers into the low-cut neck line of her dress. I use the arm around her waist to pull her down to me as she releases her nipple from its confines.
My tongue plays a lazy circle across her skin, before I pull it into my mouth. The first gentle suck causes a ripple through her and so I increase the pressure, teeth just grazing the tip. Once more she increases the pace against my hand and I suck harder, harder, harder, her body pressing into me.
When she comes for me I feel the vibration through her entire body.
“Damn,” she says as she relaxes once more, my fingers wet inside her.
Gently she climbs from my lap, her nipple still exposed, standing proud in the low light of the room. And then she’s on her knees, the concentration apparent on her face as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my fly.
“I take it you’re pleased to see me,” she says with a wicked grin as she frees me from my underwear. The way she licks her lips makes me even harder.
She’s gentle at first, her eyes meeting mine to gauge my reaction. Her mouth feels exquisite. Her teeth graze my shaft and once more the fear and arousal combine to make me feel almost lightheaded.
Her finger nails grip my thighs, squeezing tightly as I feel myself building.
But then there’s a knock at the door. A loud rap of urgency.
“Ari? Brody? You in there?” It’s Clara.
Ari sits back for a moment. “Just a sec,” she calls loudly to her friend before returning immediately to the job at hand.
“It can’t wait,” Clara replies.
Ari looks up at me and rolls her eyes, her tongue playing a lazy circle around the tip of my cock. She stops for a moment. “Two minutes,” she calls back.
“One, if we’re generous,” I say breathlessly. I’m about to explode.
Ari laughs and then takes the whole of me into her mouth.
“Fuck” I whisper, squeezing my eyes closed.
Ten seconds later there’s a creaking sound as the corner of the fireplace begins to move. Ari jumps back and I desperately try to hide my throbbing erection as Clara pokes her head into the room. “Secret door,” she says with pride.
But then she sees the two of us. Ari desperately pulling down her dress and smoothing her hair. Me trying to zip my flies without castrating myself in the process.
“Oh my god. You two were shagging.” A filthy laugh erupts from her lips.
“We weren’t shagging,” Ari tells her, the inference in her voice crystal clear. We weren’t shagging but we would have been if you hadn’t interrupted us.
“Sorry,” Clara raises her hands. “Don’t shoot the messenger. Daddy is about to announce the pledges and also makes some bullshit speech he’s been banging on about all evening. He’s demanded your presence in the main hall.”
“Fuck’s sake,” Ari whispers under her breath. “Do you have a hairbrush on you?” she asks Clara.
“Yep,” Clara replies and pulls one out of her small handbag. “Lucky I do, you look like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards, you little hussy.” It’s said with absolute delight, as if Clara has been waiting for her friend to get some action for a long time.
They faff around with Ari’s hair and dress and touch up her makeup for just long enough that I can at least stand up straight.
“Right then,” Clara says. “Let’s go and find out just how much money you guys are going to have for your brilliant app. I hear it’s been the hit of the evening.” She winks at me. But then she scowls. “You need to fix your hair too, Daddy can’t know you two were getting it on.”
I do what I’m told. But why would Andrei care about mine and Ari’s sex-life?