Page 152 of Redeeming Heart

He was slow and gentle with his hands skimming down my body and there was no hesitation when he hooked his thumbs underneath the hem of my shirt and unhurriedly pushed it up, over my head, and threw it to the floor.

His gaze lingered on the swell of my breasts pushing up against the layer of my sports bra.

I shivered when my mind rushed back to yesterday at how his lips wrapped around a hard nipple and how his tongue teased the bud.

I raised my hands over my head gesturing for him, I was alright with having him continue.

A chuckle slipped when he struggled with the tough layer of fabric, but soon turned into a moan of pleasure when his hands cupped my breasts and ran agonizing slow circles over my nipples with the pad of his thumbs making me arch to his touch.

I twisted my hand in the hem of his shirt making him let go for a second to help me pull his shirt over his head.

I skimmed my hands over his naked muscular shoulders and moved into his arms needing to feel his warm and soft skin against mine.

There was a sharp intake when our naked chests touched and the moment of control got lost when he smashed his lips against mine.

He gathered me in his arms and carried me over to the bed, gently placing me down and following in pursuit—crawling on top of me resting his lower body between my legs.

I moaned when I felt his erection pressing up against the sensitive spot between my legs.

My hands were all over him, grabbing, stroking, and molding every lean muscle when his lips found my aching nipples. Moving from one to the other—pleasuring them with his mouth and grazing them with his teeth.

I let my fingers get lost in his hair as he started crawling down the length of my body, nipping on my skin.

His hands reached for the sides of my shorts and he waited for me to give him the okay.

I gave him a curt nod of my head and lifted my bum off the bed as he started to pull my shorts down the length of my legs and threw them to the floor.

His eyes turned almost black when he gently pushed my legs apart and skimmed his finger over the thin fabric covering the flesh between my legs. He pushed the fabric aside, stroking a finger over the bundle of joy making me jerk at the touch.

He held me down with a hand resting on my belly as he continued to explore.

I shuddered when he stroked his finger down between the folds. “So, wet.” He grunted.

My hum turned into a gasp and my back arched off the bed when he ran circles over the sensitive bud and at the same time slipped a finger inside making me shudder from excitement.

I grabbed hold of the blanket beneath me and twisted my hands in the cool fabric as he started to build a soft, steady rhythm with his fingers, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he tilted his head forward and flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves making my insides spasm before sending sparks of pleasure down to the pit of my stomach.

I threw my head back moaning when the feeling exploded and I lost contact with the world around me as my body went on a high.

He didn’t stop teasing me with his mouth and fingers.

When I reopened my eyes, he was gazing straight into my eyes—sitting unmoving as he just stared at me wearing a smile.

I pushed myself onto my elbows even though I was exhausted after my orgasm and met his lips wanting him to continue.

Hungry for the feel of him I let my hands skim over his bare shoulders feeling hard muscles shifting underneath my palms.

He eased me gently onto my back, following.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked pushing himself up.

“We are past asking questions,” I noted with a smile.

“We can still abort, there is enough time,” He assured me.

I placed my hand over his jaw. “Brandon, I am fine,” I reassured him.

He nodded and stood up from the bed confusing me for a second when he left the room and entered the bathroom. My frown dissolved when he came back with a string of condoms.

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