Page 27 of In the Works

After a moment, she brought her mouth to the hem of my blouse. Using her teeth, Bri slowly lifted the shirt off my body. I arched my back to help her until she got to my chest.

Dropping the fabric from her mouth, Bri released her grip on my hips and used her calloused hands to pull the shirt over my head. Without taking her attention off of me for even a second, Bri tossed the shirt to the ground and kissed my neck.

“You’re so stunning.” She mumbled as she kissed from my neck to my collarbone, making her way down to my breasts. Her warm hands cupped them as she planted her lips against my sensitive nipple.

I put my hand in her short, brown hair, gripping it slightly as she teased me. “Oh god.”

Bri looked up from her work and smirked at me. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

And although that was technically true, from the way she was touching me, it felt pretty obvious. She’d wanted me like this for as long as she’d known what desire was.

But I pulled her face toward mine, our skin pressing together as her torso shifted over mine. Gazing straight into her eyes, I challenged, “Then show me.”

It was all Brianne needed to hear. She kissed me, pressing her tongue against mine as her hand drifted from my waist down toward my lace panties.

Her fingers played with the fabric for a moment, lifting the edges to skim the sensitive skin just below my stomach. But rather than sneaking her hand inside, she grazed over the fabric, feeling for the top of my slit. Once she found it, she pressed her fingers against my folds, freeing a moan from my throat.

“Fuck, that was fast.” My eyes flashed with excitement, stunned how quickly she seemed to understand my body.

Bri smiled up at me, her fingers carefully massaging over the lace. With each stroke, I could feel my pleasure soaking the fabric, making Bri’s every movement easier.

My hips grinded along her hand, searching for more pleasure.

Pulling her hand away, Bri licked her lips as she began to pull my panties down. “Can I take these off?”

I nodded, faster than I meant to. But I was undeniably eager. I needed to feel her close to me, inside me, everywhere that she could be.

With a giddy smirk, Bri drew the lace down my body. When she got it over my ass and began to pull it down my leg, a string of pleasure clung from my folds to the panties. I let out a soft whimper.

“Someone’s excited.” Bri’s eyes burned like an emerald forest fire, hungry for me.

Biting my lip, I tried to remember how to breathe. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

Once the underwear was off my body and in Bri’s hand, she ran her finger through the slick lace. Her calloused fingers were a stark contrast to the delicate weave of my panties. But watching her gently play with the fabric, my throat breathing escalated. She brought her now slick finger to her mouth and sucked the bead of my pleasure off of it, a primal grunt erupting from her chest as she tasted me.

The sound of her excitement sent a jolt of electricity through my entire body. I couldn’t be sure I’d ever felt this desired.

“I want to taste more of you.” Bri clenched her jaw as she stood over me.

Even from the bed, I could see her chest heaving with anticipation. I bit my lip. “You can have as much of me as you’d like.”

A giddy smile flashed across her face as she fell down to her knees. Looping her arms around my legs, she pulled my body to the edge of the bed.

“Oh fuck.” I whimpered as she put me into position, my clit throbbing at her strength.

Bri flashed me her signature grin one more time before she started kissing up my thighs.

With each movement, my mind jumped to all the things I didn’t do to prepare. I hadn’t even considered our pizza night would have turned into steamy sex. But then again, I decided to wear the red panties for a reason – one that I was just putting my finger on.

Just before Bri’s face lowered into my slit, I sat up on my elbows. “Sorry I didn’t shave, I didn’t think…”

Bri rested her forehead against my leg and laughed, the rumbling in her chest sending a vibration through my whole body. “Don’t you dare apologize, Sarah. I like all of you, exactly as you are.” Without another word, she buried her face in me. It started with a gentle kiss, her tongue slowly pressing against my hood.

I fell back into the mattress, my elbows beginning to tremble.

Wrapping her arms around my legs and resting her hands on my hips, Bri let her mouth take over. With wide strokes, her tongue explored my center. She started near my clit, pressing her tongue into the throbbing bead. But with each lick, she would venture lower – getting closer and closer to my dripping entrance.

A part of me was shocked by how quickly she found the right spot, by just how well she already knew my body. But it was Bri, so I should’ve known this would be another thing she was excellent at.

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