Page 95 of Get Undressed With Me

“You think you’re in charge?”

“Brittany, I have wanted you for so long that the very cells of my soul burst with it. I have to be in charge or else I’m not going to last. The dream of you, your body, your warmth, everythingI’ve ever wanted… it’s too much for me to hold back. So let me be in charge this time and I promise to be at your mercy next time.”

She lost her breath at his intensity, only nodding in response.

“Then get back to it.”

She started working herself over again, letting the feeling of him so near affect her, letting herself inhale his scent and his heat and revel in the fact that they could finally touch.

Something must have shown on her face because he leaned forward, taking her mouth, hard and possessive, his tongue sliding in through her open lips to move in a rhythm that Brittany imagined perfectly matched what he wanted to do when he was inside her.

“Gus.”

Her voice was broken, everything was broken, and only he could fix it.

“Baby, I can’t wait. I need you to lie back.”

He helped her, the cool quartz top of the kitchen island contrasting how hot she felt. He stared down at her, displayed for him. His hand went to the bottom of her tank top, playing with the edge.

“What are you thinking?”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said. “Just when I think I’ve wrapped my brain around how gorgeous you are, I look at you again and it’s all blown to pieces.”

He leaned over her then, his mouth to her neck, letting his teeth rake over the soft skin there before kissing his way down to the vee of her tank top.

“I can’t believe you’ve been sleeping in this wet dream of a shirt. In my bed.”

“Not just sleeping.”

He licked her collarbone.

“That’s right. You’ve been in there touching yourself, all while I was stuck out here on the couch.”

His eyes glittered as one of his hands slid down the length of her body, right down the middle, from Brittany’s neck, down the middle of her breasts, caressing her stomach, and then pausing right under her belly button. Brittany felt herself writhe, trying to inch his hand lower.

“Gus, please.”

“Tell me what else you’ve been doing in my bed, Brittany.”

“You know what.”

“Running your fingers all over this beautiful pussy and making yourself come all while I was on the other side of the door trying to talk myself out of a hard-on?”

His hand slid millimeters lower, driving Brittany out of her mind with want. He leaned closer, teasing her, not letting his body touch hers, just hovering, letting her sense his warmth.

“What did you think about, Brittany? When you got wet, when you put your fingers inside your gorgeous body. Who were you thinking about when you came?”

“You.”

“That’s fucking right.”

A wicked grin spread across his face, making him so handsome Brittany couldn’t help but continue.

“I thought about you, and how you were always nearby, always ready to have my back. Your broad shoulders and your insane body and those fucking eyes that always found me in a crowd no matter what. I imagined what you would feel like if you were there, how hard you’d be, where your hands would go. Your expression when you were inside me. Would you be soft and sweet? Hard and fast?”

“Whatever you want, baby. Just say the word.”

“Then fucking touch me already. You promised you would.”

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