Page 97 of Get Undressed With Me

Before she could answer, he was moving down her body, pulling her thighs so that her bottom slid closer to the edge of the counter, and hooked a stool around his ankle, pulling it toward him so he could sit, giving him an angle on her body that she had never experienced before.

He lifted her legs, pulling them over his shoulders, and lowered his head, and Brittany forgot everything except his mouth, softly kissing around her, and his tongue, licking up and down, teasing her clit before finally drawing it into his mouth and sucking gently.

“Fuck, Gus.”

“I’m working on it.”

He buried his face in her, and Brittany felt like she was running a marathon as sensation hit, his tongue on her, his hands gripping her thighs, the cold of the quartz beneath her. But most of all, it was looking down and seeing it was Gus, with his face between her thighs. Gus, lapping at her like she was a treat, and Gus, whose tongue teased her clit. Her hands went to his head, buried in his hair, clenching and pulling until she finally managed to yank him off of her. His eyes were glazed, his face wet with her, his hands still clutching her thighs.

“If you don’t get your fucking clothes off in the next ten seconds, I’m going in the bedroom alone to finish myself off.”

Gus darkened at the challenge, not liking the idea of her walking away from him even though all evidence pointed to her not being able to walk anytime soon, thanks to him.

“Fine. But you’re sitting on my face later, and you’re not moving until I’m drenched with you.”

He stood suddenly, pulling her legs off his shoulders and spreading her knees apart.

“Don’t move.”

His shirt was off in a blink, his pants and shoes gone shortly after. And then his arms were around Brittany, scooping her up, pulling her against him. She could feel him at her core, long and hot and thick, and she couldn’t stop herself from rocking against him.

“How far is the bedroom?” she breathed into his ear.

“Too far.”

He made it to the couch, sitting down with her straddling him on top. His mouth found hers, devouring, consuming, his hands kneading her ass in a grip that was on the edge of pain but only made Brittany’s desire skyrocket.

Gus easily pulled her up to her knees so his tongue could reach her nipple, loving it so well Brittany forgot there was anything but his mouth.

His hands left her, and she heard a small rip as he angled her away for a second, not knowing where he got the condom but so grateful he had one that she leaned down and bit his collarbone. Once the condom was in place, Brittany felt him nudging at her entrance, and all she could think was that she was finally going to know what he felt like.

“You’re going to ride me now, killer. Show me how bad you’ve been craving my cock. Show me how dirty you’re willing to get to feel me inside you.”

Brittany leveraged her hands on his shoulders, keeping her balance, and pushed herself down onto him. She was wet enough, but he was so large, stretching her in a way that his fingers had only hinted at. She sank slowly, wanting to savor this first moment when he would finally be inside her.

And then she was flush with his body, full of him, panting with need and so much more. He kissed her, one hand pulling her head toward him, one on her waist holding her down, tight on top of him. She wound her arms around his neck, falling intohim, letting him set the pace, knowing this was exactly where she wanted to be. He pulled away, his lips hitting hers as he spoke just two words.

“Use me.”

She sat up a little, adjusting her angle, sitting up a little just to slide right back down. He hissed at the sensation.

“Yes, baby. Just like that.”

Brittany couldn’t stop the moan that echoed through her. “Gus, please.”

“You’re doing so good. So fucking good.”

His eyes were down, focused on where they were joined, so Brittany started rocking, bouncing, chasing the perfect angle, the perfect slide that would drive him crazy. She grabbed one of his hands that was clenching her waist and dragged it to her breast, pushing it into his hand. He immediately wrapped his fingers around her nipple, plucking and twisting and driving her insane. Her movements were wild as she moved to filling herself, chasing her pleasure.

“Yes, fuck, baby.”

She was losing herself to him, to sensation, to the feeling that this was exactly where she wanted to be in her life, with this man, with his hands on her.

Brittany leaned back, overwhelmed with both the direction of her thoughts and with how good he felt. His hands caught her, holding her at the perfect angle as he lifted his hips, driving into her from below again and again in a steady rhythm that was pushing her to the brink.

“Gus…”

“I got you. Just let go.”

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