Page 54 of Bedding The Best Man (Bedding the Bachelors)

“I can’t believe we’ve only been together a handful of times, but being apart for a couple of weeks was so tough. I need you, all the time, every day. I think I’ll always need you, if that’s okay with you.”

Brianne smiled, her dark eyes staring into his green ones. “It’s okay with me.” They kissed, sweetly, and the feeling of his lips on hers reminded her of rain on desert sands. She’d been thirsty for him.

She leaned back, lowering herself onto the cushions as Gabe crawled on top of her, his mouth now grazing her body as he went. The closer he got to her mouth, the faster her heart pounded. She knew he would take her, and she would take him, and they would experience pleasure after pleasure before the night was over. Her body tensed in anticipation.

“There’s a reason this yurt is set way back from the others,” he murmured, nipping at her jaw, her chin. She tilted her head back, giving a throaty chuckle.

“Good thinking,” she whispered. “You always think of every detail.”

Then his mouth was over hers, and he was licking her plump lips with his tongue. She whimpered, parting them, her own tongue darting out to meet his. They both sighed, touching each other ever so gently. Taking their time. There was no hurry now, and no guilt. Gabe had told her everything, and she felt absolved. Now they could focus on each other.

“I’ve been wanting to worship you for so long,” he whispered, his breath already ragged. “For years, I’ve wanted to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. To adore you, and your body. I want to make love to you again and again, until you can’t take any more and have to beg me to stop.”

“I’m here. I’m yours. Take me,” she whispered, and groaned when his hardness pressed against her hip. It was the promise of things to come.

But not yet.

Her dress was strapless, and Gabe ran his fingers over her neck, her shoulders, across her collarbone. Brianne closed her eyes, feeling the goosebumps rise over her skin wherever he touched.

She arched her back, and Gabe reached behind her to unzip the dress. He worked it down slowly, teasing her along with himself as inch after inch of skin was displayed. She watched his face, the way his eyes drank her in. She hoped he always looked at her that way. Like something he cherished.

Soon the dress was off her legs, and she was only in her panties and bra. When he leaned down to kiss her, she pushed the jacket off his shoulders, then loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. She needed to touch his body, and he helped her as she undressed him.

Then, he was back to her. The bra hooked in the front, and he took great care in opening it. Like he was opening a present. His head descended on her, his mouth covering every bit of her skin. She closed her eyes, sighing as he kissed her everywhere. The heat between her legs sparked, then grew with each kiss.

He worked his way from her ankles back to her chest, making her wetter with every slow, sensuous kiss. He paused behind her knees, at her navel, in the crease beneath her breasts. Even the insides of her wrists were licked in slow circles, until she whimpered with need for more.

Then he ran his tongue in a line between her breasts, to her stomach, then down to her panties. He licked the lacy fabric before slowly removing the barrier, leaving her naked.

She spread her legs wider, inviting him. When his tongue touched her button, she moaned in relief. Then he was lapping at her, then flicking his tongue over her, then rolling his tongue in circles around that bundle of nerves.

“You taste so good,” he whispered between licks. She moaned, her head rolled from side to side. All conscious thought left her except for the focus on what he was doing to her clit.

Her hips ground against his face. She reached down, holding his head against her. “Don’t stop…don’t stop…” she begged. “So close…”

His tongue sped up, licking harder than ever. Her hips shot into the air, her thighs gripping his head like a vice. She nearly wept with relief as the sweet release washed over her and left her mewling like a kitten when the force subsided.

Then, Gabe slid two fingers into her quivering depths. Before she could register what he was doing, his fingers curled up, and he massaged her G-spot while he continued to lick her lips, her clit, every bit of flesh.

She’d never known how intense it could be, never having had a man touch her like that before. All she could do was shove the side of her fist in her mouth as nearly painful waves of pleasure washed over her in a continuous flow. It never stopped, just kept rolling over and over endlessly. She was unsure of what was happening to her.

She wouldn’t dream of stopping him, though.

After what felt like almost endless pleasure, her core tightened one more time as the movement of his tongue and his fingers combined to send the biggest orgasm of all slamming into her. She screamed again, and again, her entire body arching upward before she shuddered and fell back onto the cushions, totally spent.

Her eyes were closed, her mouth open as she gasped for breath. She hoped she hadn’t made too much noise—he just did that to her, making her explode louder and harder than she ever had. The last thing she needed was a reputation.

Then she saw the way he grinned at her and thought she could deal with whatever was said, as long as he never stopped doing what he had just done.

“Your turn,” she whispered, rising to push him back onto the cushions. He made himself comfortable, then Brianne stretched out over him. She rubbed her breasts over his chest, and he watched as they pressed against him.

“Sexy,” he whispered. “Your body is incredible.” He reached down to fondle her, and she felt his cock twitch underneath her.

She licked and nibbled her way down his torso, then around his groin—making it a point to avoid the stiff, twitching hardness so obviously needing her attention. Gabe groaned, frustrated, needing her touch.

Finally, she took pity on him, taking him in her hand and running her mouth over the head. He sighed, relieved, then closed his eyes to focus on what she was giving him. Her tongue swirled around the head, licking like a lollipop, before gently sucking. “Mmm…that’s nice…” he whispered, running his hands through her hair.

Then she began the slow, torturous process of taking his length into her mouth. One inch at a time, she slid down his shaft. Every inch made him whimper, and she burned when she heard the sound. He was so sexy, even when she had him helpless and desperate for more. Finally, she reached the base, then repeated the process of sliding up just as slowly. Then she plunged down, fast and hard, and he gasped in surprise.

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