Page 22 of Deja Brew

“We’re at the fun part.” He smacks my ass. “Stand up and take your jeans and underwear off.”

My eyes narrow at him, but I do as he asks. I climb off him and stand to the right, taking off my remaining clothes while he lies on the floor. Putting my hands on my bare hips, and trying to ignore the fact that I’m standing above him naked, I ask, “Now what?”

“Come here.” He pats his chest.

I swing my leg across him and kneel above his chest.

“Come here,” he growls and taps his collarbone.

“Huh? Why there?” I frown at him, not trusting the gleam in his eyes.

He grasps my thighs and tugs me until my centre hovers below his chin. “For the fun part.”

I swallow thickly. I didn’t prepare myself for this.

“Sit on me,” he demands.

I shiver when his breath hits my centre, but I shake my head, panic knotting my chest. “No. I’m too heavy.”

“I don’t care. Suffocate me. Choke me. But you have to sit on me.”

His eyes burn into me and singe my reservations away. Most of them.

Not once have I sat on someone’s face. I like to eat and trial my baking and with that comes being heavier. What if I kill him? Or suffocate him. Although he did say to. What’s the etiquette around sitting on someone’s face naked?

As if he knows my worries, he rubs his hands up and down my thighs. “If you don’t want to, we won’t. But if you’re only worried about me, we’re doing it.”

“I don’t want to kill you.”

He laughs. “You won’t. Wreck me maybe, but I’m counting on it.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, running a finger across his cheek down to press against his lips.

He kisses my finger, then sucks it inside his mouth and I shiver. “If it’s too much, I’ll tell you.” He smirks at me. “It won’t be, though.”

There’s no concern on his face, only anticipation and patience for me to make my decision. And a little bit of cockiness as well.

I breathe deeply, lean forward slightly to rest my hands on the couch, and lower myself to his face.

8

LEO

When she finally lowers herself,my exhale brushes against her and she shivers. If she truly hadn’t wanted to do this, I wouldn’t have pushed it, but her eyes dilated and her cheeks flushed, and I couldn’t help myself. I want her to surround me. To have all my senses focused on her, breathing her in and touching her, listening to the sounds she makes and trying to figure out how to make them louder. This is my opportunity and I won’t watch it fly by without seizing it.

My hands grasp her hips to guide her closer, and she settles on me. I lick across her, swirl around her clit, dip to her entrance, and when she gasps and jerks forward, I repeat the motion.

Each movement causes her to grind down on me and nudge closer to my nose. Sliding my hands lower, I clutch her ass to control her grinding—and stop her from actually suffocating me. As much as I want her to, I need to be alive to give her pleasure. She can kill me once she’s orgasmed.

Her broken gasps and moans come from above and the image she makes rips a groan from me. The vibrations from the sound make her movements falter. Her blissed out face, breasts swaying, hair wild, brown eyes locked on mine causesmy stomach to clench and heat surge to my dick. It’s more than I hoped for. Dreaming of being in this position and her wanting it never even connected in my mind. It was outside my realm of possibility, but having her here now, sucking her clit and hearing her gasp because of me is unbelievable.

And I refuse to disappoint her. Not going to get distracted.

I dig my fingers into her ass and pull more of her weight onto me and suck hard on her clit. Harder than I have before, but since she groans and thrusts her hands in my hair, I’m going with it. Continuing to suck hard around her makes her grinding more forceful, and it’s not long before she’s close. She freezes above me and makes little whimpering sounds, hand clenched in my hair which she releases as she comes down from the high and smooths away pieces stuck to my face.

“Knew you wouldn’t kill me,” I whisper, running my hands to her hips I guide her down my chest.

“You nearly killed me,” she pants. “But in a good way.”

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