Page 61 of Brewing Up a Bad Boy

“That blouse has been driving me mad all day. When you leaned forward, I could see these beauties. I tried not to look, but it was too late. The image was in my mind. All I could think of was this moment,” he said, leaning over her, his words low and husky against the skin of her neck.

“I had no idea—”

“That you were driving me out of my ever-loving mind?” he asked.

“Yeah. I would have done it more often,” she teased.

He flicked his tongue over her nipple. “Until I did this?”

She sank her nails into his shoulder.“Yeesss.”

He laughed against her skin, sending sweet shivers down her stomach to her center, where heat gathered. Her denim shorts felt too restraining, and she reached between their bodies, going for the button, but his hands were there first. “Not yet. I want to make it last.”

She didn’t bother answering, just undid the button and zipper of his shorts, shoving her hand into the opening and stroking his erection through his boxer briefs. His hips moved as he rubbed against her touch.

She loved the feel of him—so hard—and couldn’t resist pushing her hand inside his underwear and rubbing her finger along the top of his dick. The skin was so soft as she circled her finger around the tip again and again. Until he shoved his pants and underwear down his legs.

Standing back, with his legs spread, he watched her as she touched him. Their eyes met as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, tightening her hold on him. He groaned again, and then she felt his fingers at the waistband of her shorts, undoing them.

“I thought you wanted to wait.”

“Fuck that,” he said, lifting her up with one arm around her waist and trying to shove her shorts off.

Finally, they got them off together. He leaned over her, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth as she rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit. He felt so good.

A dizzying sensation burned through her, and she arched her back, touching herself with him. His mouth moved down her body, his hips pulling away, and she wanted him back, but his tongue was on her clit. He flicked it over the nub until her thighs spasmed around his head, and she threw her head back, stars exploding behind her closed eyelids.

His hands were on her waist, holding her to him as he continued sucking and tasting her until she came again, another burst of fire spilling out of her center. She needed more. These orgasms were nice, but she wanted him inside of her.

She twisted, reaching for his cock. He felt harder than he had before, and she was on fire to get him inside of her. She tried drawing him closer, but he resisted her.

Then she leaned down and licked the side of his shaft, taking the tip of him into her mouth, and he groaned. She felt his hands on the back of her neck as she took him deeper into her mouth.

Her mouth was doing things to him that there was no coming back from. The way she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock had him close to coming. Not in the plan, he thought, and he imagined the cords on his neck standing out as he tried to keep it together. He thrust his hips, then pulled back and out of her mouth.

Her skin was flushed. Looking down at her naked on the table in front of him made his heart clench. Her smile was seductive and knowing. His moon fairy was channeling her inner feminine power, knowing she owned him. He wanted to be inside her. Wanted to fuck her long and hard until they were so much a part of one another that there was no room for anything fake or pretend.

Her fingers were still rubbing the tip of his cock. He was on edge; another moment and he was going to spill himself into her hand. Not what he wanted. He reached down for his shorts and dug around for a condom, then cursed. “I don’t have a condom.”

She started laughing. “Your face...”

“Yours isn’t disappointed.”

“I have a box in the bathroom.” Hopping off the table, she beckoned him to follow her down the hall. The sway of her full hips and the glide of her long legs as she moved with languid grace had him hurrying after her.

She opened a drawer in the bathroom cabinet and tossed the box to him. He took one out and stroked his hand over his naked cock as she watched him.

She licked her lips and reached for him.

They needed an entire day in bed. That was the only way he was going to get the time he needed with her over him, under him, around him. He was desperate to make up for the long years he hadn’t had the right to touch her and take her.

“Stop teasing me,” he begged.

“No,” she said, reaching for his cock.

He pulled his hips back, got the condom on and then caught her around the waist, turning her in his arms. He urged her forward until her hips were pressed back against him. Then he rubbed his dick against her ass, sliding into the crease before bending his knees so he could enter her pussy in one long, slow stroke.

He caressed one of her breasts with one hand, reaching around with the other to flick his finger against her clit again. He felt her pussy walls tighten on him, and she turned her head, looking over her shoulder at him.

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