Page 92 of Home Ice

I WILL BUY YOU A HUNDRED GOOD BRAS

BRANT

Jesus Fucking Christ on a unicycle. How is it possible for a person to be this turned on and not burst into flames or ignite a galaxy? Because I really, really feel like I could ignite a fucking universe of galaxies as I carry Lily up the stairs. Her legs are wrapped so tight around me that my hips are going to be bruised tomorrow, and each step bounces her against my dick. By the time we get to the top of the stairs, I'm sure it's either going to snap in two from the pressure of these too tight pants or tear right through them like a goddamn dandelion pushing through a sidewalk.

She keeps her legs wrapped around me when I lower her to the bed, forcing me on top of her. "I don't want to stop touching you either," I say. "But we need to get these clothes off, baby, or this won’t be any different from the time I woke up humping my pillow when I was going through puberty."

The warm staccato of her laugh pulses on the delicate skin just below my bottom lip, and it takes every bit of my willpower to not force my lips down onto hers. "Did you seriously hump a pillow like a dog?" she asks.

I arch my head back and howl. It's probably the stupidest thing I've ever done, but she laughs again. I will spend the rest of my life doing stupid shit for this girl if that's what she wants.

"Well, the mood is officially killed now." She sneers and rests her palms flat against me, but she doesn't try to push me away.

I cup her breasts through her sweater, drawing slow circles around her erect nipples. "So that means you don't want this?"

Her breathing grows shallow again, and she closes her eyes. "Definitely not."

"None of this either?" I slide the sweater up, letting my fingers glide across her skin. She draws in a sharp breath. When I get to the band of her bra, I slip my hands under it and find her nipples again. I tease them with the tips of my middle fingers. A moan sparks in the back of her throat.

"Careful, that's my good bra."

"I will buy you a hundred good bras, but I need to get you all the way out of this one right now." I angle myself backwards to give her room. Faster than I ever could, she's got her sweater and bra off and on the floor beside the bed. Now the only thing I can focus on are those breasts. They're the most perfect pair of tits I've ever seen. And all I can think is that these are mine. She is mine.

I lean forward and take her into my mouth. First her left nipple and then her right. I suck hard on each one, and she arches back into the mattress. "So I guess you're not in the mood for this either?" She draws her mouth into a tight line and shakes her head. "Me either." I fall back onto her breasts like I'm starving, and they're the only food in the entire state of Utah.

She brings her hands to my back and pulls me tighter to her. Her fingernails dig like a claw into my flesh, and I hope they leave ten perfect crescents marking me as hers. Tomorrow when we walk into that arena, I want all the marks on our bodies to scream that we belong to each other. I don't want anyone to have a single goddamn doubt about whether I belong to this woman, and I want them all to know that she belongs to me.

I bite gently on her nipple, just enough to send a wave of electricity through her. To distract her, as I press a hand to her stomach and skate it under her jeans. Under her panties. Every centimeter closer, the temperature goes up. She's so hot I don't know how she can stand it.

"Brant," she whimpers.

"Tell me what you want, Jams." I mumble the words into her breast.

She presses her heels into my ass like she's spurring a horse, and I slide my hand lower, finding what I'm searching for. "Brant." Her word is nothing more than a breath.

"You want this?"

She nods her head so hard the bed shudders under us.

"Then tell me, baby. Tell me what you want." I want to hear her say it. I want to hear it in that cute little voice of hers that gets rusty when she's turned on. "Tell me, Lily. What do you want?" My voice is strained. The back of my throat rumbles as I say it.

"My purse."

I jerk my head up to look at her. My hand is frozen in place, finger pressed against her clit. She squirms against me, but I don't move. "Your… what?"

She moans and rocks her hips, rubbing herself on my finger, but I'm not going to let her come like this. I take my hand away. Her eyes open, and she gives me the saddest look I've ever seen. I can't hold out long against that look. "Purse. I have... lube in there," she pants. "Need lube... before..."

I roll back. She releases her legs, and I open the drawer of the bedside table and pull out the bottles I bought, just waiting for this moment. I set the green and white and blue and purple bottles on the bed beside her. Four bottles like it's a store display.

Lily props herself up on an elbow. "You have lube in your nightstand? Lots of lube." She eyes the bottles and then me.

"For you. I didn't know if you have a preference, so I wanted to have a variety."

"You..."

"Spent time researching the best ways to pleasure the woman I love? You'd better fucking believe I did."

She draws in her lower lip and bites down as she stares at me. Under her breath, she mumbles, "I love you so much," almost like she's afraid for me to hear it.

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