Page 23 of Bravely Yours

I shifted to rub against him, pulling a groan from him.

“I’m not looking for something casual or a one-time thing,” he murmured. “When I make you come on my cock, it will be because we’re together.”

My heart leapt, and I nodded so quickly I felt like a bobblehead. “I want that too. So much.”

His gaze darkened to a rich brown a second before his lips crashed down on mine. I ran my fingernails up his back as he devoured my mouth. Snaking both hands around to cup my ass, he lifted me, bunching my dress around my hips. I moaned into his mouth as I wrapped my legs around him, feeling the hard length of his erection pressing against me. He walked backward and dropped down onto the couch. Breathless, I broke the kiss and pulled back, placing my hands on his chest and grinding back and forth against him.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “I can feel how wet you are.”

“I need to feel you inside me.” I rocked again.

He gripped my hips, stopping me. “Sarah, I don’t have anything with me.”

I tilted my head to the side, frowning.

“Protection,” he spit out like he hated to admit it.

“Oh.”

Of course. The last thing most guys would want was to be tied to a woman because of a baby.

I shook my head, stopping the jaded girl inside me from taking over. “I’m on birth control, and I was tested for everything under the sun when I was pregnant. And I haven’t… you know… been with anyone since then.”

Single moms with babies rarely had guys banging down their doors. Though I supposed the hot firefighter beneath me had literally done just that the night I met him. I smiled at the reminder.

“I’m good too.” He tightened his hold and moved my hips back and forth. “I want nothing more than to find out how wet you are.”

I took over, loving the look on his face every time I glided over the tip and then back down. We were still clothed, but based on the way his eyes rolled back in his head, he was gettingjust as much pleasure from this as I was. He took over again, moving my hips faster.

“I’m so close.” I shook my head, fighting the sensations. “Jay, I want to feel you.”

“Need you to come first, baby.” He smirked up at me, pushing me down harder on his length. “There’s no way I’ll last long once I’m inside you, and I want to make this good for you.” He slipped his fingers under the elastic of my underwear, digging into the flesh of my ass. “Tell me what you like, what you need, so I can make you come.”

“Just this.” It had been so long since someone cared about my pleasure. I didn’t honestly know how to answer his question. “This feels so good.”

I threw my head back and gyrated my hips until my core tightened.

As I came, electricity arcing through me, Jay straightened and threaded his fingers into my hair, bringing my mouth down on his and swallowing my moans.

“Get that dress off,” he demanded a moment later.

Obediently, I scooted off him and stood on shaky legs. Focus fixed on him, I slowly hiked my dress up, only breaking eye contact when I pulled it over my head. He stood in front of me and mirrored the action with his shirt. God damn, I’d forgotten how amazing he looked without a shirt. He had lines that were defined between all his chest and ab muscles. Licking my lips, I reached out to touch him and brushed my fingers along his stomach and down to the waistband of his pants.

His groan gave me confidence as I worked his pants down his hips. He took over, yanking them down, along with his boxers, then discarding them. His cock was long and thick and begging to be touched.

Holding my breath, I wrapped my fingers around the base and tugged.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “Sarah, I want your hands on me,but every time you touch me, I think I’m going to explode.” He grasped my wrist and gently pulled it away. “I need to be inside you.”

I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth with my teeth. I wanted that too. To move up and down his shaft while he was inside me.

He sat back down, bringing me forward to stand between his legs. “But now you have too many clothes on.”

He made quick work of removing my bra, then his mouth was on my nipple, licking and sucking while he hooked his thumbs into the string of my thong and worked it over my hips and down my legs. As he lowered them, he trailed his mouth south.

He flicked his tongue against my clit, making me buck hard. Then, with his hands on my ass, he buried his face between my legs. Working his tongue back and forth, he brought me close to the peak again.

I dug my nails into his shoulders and shuddered, but just as I reached the precipice, he pulled back and grinned. Whimpering, I hung my head. I was so close, and his smirk said he knew it.

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