Page 29 of Kristoff

Kristoff

She looked scared and vulnerable, not how I like to see her, until I spoke my mind.

I’m close enough to whisper because we have people arriving for dinner. “I’m going to be downstairs thinking about you up here, naked,” I confess.

Her eyes meet mine then her gaze descends to my mouth. “But I’m not naked,” she replies.

“Not yet…”

Her lips part, and her breasts rise with every breath she’s taking.

“Too bad you can’t be quiet…” I leave her wondering about the rest. Letting her imagination take her where she needs to be.

“Yes I can,” she whispers.

My pulse races with the challenge she presents.

“Hmmm, is that so?” I reach out slowly, letting my fingers drop above her breast. I take my time going over the swell, around the curve, and coming up and around the nipple.

While she’s mesmerized, I run my fingers through her hair, tilting her head back. I lean down, stopping a breath from her lips. “Liar.” I take her mouth just as I give a quick, hard pinch.

I swallow the whimper she can’t hold back.

Releasing her mouth, I study her face, going from one of her eyes to the other, enjoying the way her pupils are dilated.

“I told you,” I murmur.

She wets her bottom lip, calling my attention to her mouth. This time, I’m the one who nearly groans.

“No fair,” she pouts.

I straighten. My cock’s pressing against my zipper. “Baby, I’ve enjoyed every single sound you’ve made as I’ve fucked you.” Images flash through my mind. I have her up against the shower, sinking into her the first time. In bed, I’m spreading her legs to eat her out. Her on top, reaching orgasm as I’m playing with her nipples. My fucking cock’s rock hard now. “So I know you can’t keep quiet.”

Her brow furrows, as if she can’t figure out what I’m doing. As if I’m going to leave her wanting. No, I’ll make sure I won’t. Reaching down, I put my hands on either side of her thighs, bringing them up until I reach the pullover she’s wearing.

She undulates, pushing out her chest ever so slightly. She shifts her hips, letting me drag the hem from under her and continue up her sides. She raises her arms, all the way up, so I can proceed.

I stretch out my thumbs as I climb up her body. She gives a little moan, cutting it off so she doesn’t displease me. Finally, I pull off the shirt and drop it onto the bed beside her.

I come back to her breasts, filling my hands, caressing the mounds, until her stiff nipples convince me to stop and play.

Her gaze lowers, brushing down my chest, my stomach, my waist. Her breath hitches, and she shifts forward an inch then back. She continues, rocking lightly in place as she concentrates on the bulge in my jeans.

“Show me how much you want it.”

Her hands move to my belt, slipping the end through the loops and out the buckle. She lays a hand over the hard ridge while she works the button at my fly with the other.

I smile to myself, knowing she’s jumping ahead because she can’t wait.

Eager, she pulls my jeans and underwear down. My shirt is blocking her view so I drag it over my head, tossing it to the bed next to hers.

Brianna claims her prize. Her hands running the length of my cock. Eagerly sending her fingers over the head and cupping my balls.

I run the back of my index finger along her cheek. “I thought of the perfect way to keep you quiet.”

She glances up, as if waiting for me to tell her what to do. But I let her work things out for herself while I let my gaze cover her body. Luckily, my girl is brilliant, and I don’t have long to wait.

She slips off the bed and kneels before me. The image of her in front of me, my cock beside her face, her full breasts bare to me, will be etched in my mind forever.

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