Page 77 of The Check Down

“This smell. What is this smell? You always smell like this, and it drives me fucking crazy.” I kiss the space between her breasts, then the underside of one.

Her belly quivers, and her breath hitches. “Y-you don’t like it?”

Heat licks up my spine. “I’m fucking feral for it. What is it?” A kiss to her stomach. Then one on the cute freckle next to her navel.

“I-it’s my lotion. Berries.”

I run my tongue along the skin above the top of her panties.

A sharp exhale. “F-freesia.”

Hooking a finger into the lace, I tug.

“R-rose meringue.”

A bite to her hip. Then I sit up on my knees and drag her panties all the way off. When they’ve cleared her ankles, she snaps her legs together, knees bent, like she’s shy or worried I won’t like what I see.

I tsk. “Please don’t hide from me. Spread those gorgeous legs so I can see my reward for having enough restraint to last three fucking dates.”

With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she slowly lowers her legs.

The fire burning inside me rises a notch when I get a glimpse of my prize. With a huff, I drag a hand down over my mouth and neck. “Goddamn, woman.”

Her perfect pink glistening skin is framed by a patch of close-trimmed dark hair. The sight pulls a primal groan from me, then I’m lowering my upper body between her legs.

Brynn’s eyes widen, and her lips part. “Wh-what are you—you don’t have to do that.” The skin above her chest mottles with a pinkish hue.

I peer up at her across the plane of her body, finding her suddenly propped on her elbows, watching my every move, her expression one of pure reticence. “He didn’t go down on you?” The fucker.

She rolls her lips and squeaks. “It, uh, wasn’t on the regular menu.”

“Baby, consider it a daily fucking special from now on.” Lowering again, I use my shoulders to stretch her thighs wider. Then I flatten my tongue and drag it from her opening up to her clit.

When I close my lips around that tight bud and suck, she gasps and grips my head. Her fingers dig in, begging for more. Fuck. For the first time in years, I regret the damn buzz cut. This woman needs something to hold on to, to tug while I’m feasting between her thighs. Eyes closed, relishing the way her nails scrape my scalp, I resolve to let my hair grow a bit longer.

I savor the taste of her, the sound of her moans when I swirl my tongue around her clit, the way she writhes against the comforter. The tightness with which her thighs squeeze my head when I lick into her slit and fuck her with my tongue.

When I pull back and kiss the inside of her thigh, she whimpers.

“You’ve made a mess of my beard, professor.”

“S-sorry.” Eyes hooded, she watches my every move.

I snag a pillow from the other side of the bed. “Don’t be. I fucking love it. You’re my favorite taste. My favorite scent. Myfavorite everything.” With a pat to her thigh, I signal for her to lift her hips. When she does, I slide the pillow beneath them. “Now. You’re going to come on my tongue and fingers, and then on my cock.” I wrap one arm around a thigh to part her from above, then lower my lips to her pussy. Before I dive back in, I zero in on her face. “While I’m busy down here in paradise, play with those pretty tits until I can suck ’em again.”

Her eyes widen at my coarseness, but when I get back to work, they close in ecstasy. And when she follows through with my request to keep her hands busy, I can’t help but smile against her core. As she kneads her breasts and pinches a nipple between her fingers, my hips roll against the mattress.

Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside her.

I work her clit with the tip of my tongue and find a steady rhythm that makes her whimper and moan.

“Griff. Oh, God. Yes, right there.” Hips working, she chases the high, and when I slide two fingers into her, she bucks up with so much force I have to clamp my arm around her thigh to maintain control. She’s so wet, and every pump of my fingers in and out of her pussy makes a squelching sound. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” Her chants spur me on, her whimpers getting louder, signaling that she’s close.

And when her orgasm hits, she cries my name. The second her inner muscles begin those rhythmic squeezes, I work my boxers down my legs and kick them off. My cock twitches painfully, and the bead of precum gathered at the tip smears when I climb over Brynn, nesting my hips in the cradle of her thighs.

Resting my weight on my elbows, I frame her blissed-out face, and she wraps her arms around me.

“That was fucking magnificent, professor.” I dip my head and kiss her lazy smile, giving her a taste of her pleasure. And as our kisses grow more passionate, I sweep a thumb over her nipple, pulling a moan from her.

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