Page 71 of Hold On Me

I run my hands up to her thighs, bunching her skirt as I go, and let them trail against her soft skin. She sighs in contentment and squirms when my fingertips ghost over the black lace covering her mound.

“So impatient, Little One. What is it you’re waiting for?” My voice is gravelly, filled with lust and appreciation of her form.

“I’m waiting for you. Please, Ben.”

She knows what my name on her lips does to me, but I can’t give her what she wants yet and stop touching her altogether.

“Why?” Her voice displays her shock and I chuckle at her reaction.

“Take your clothes off. I want you naked so I can run my fingers all over you. I want to drag my tongue over every inch of your skin before I fuck you, Little One. Is that what you want?”

Her lip slips between her teeth and she nods as she sits up. Her hands tug at the hem of her top and pull it over her head, leaving her in a sheer black bra, and my mouth waters. “Fuck, Penelope. You’re gorgeous.”

She smiles a little nervously and then scoots her arse so she can remove the bunched up skirt from her hips. She stands up, removes her bra, slides her knickers seductively down her legs, and kicks them off her ankles. She’s about to sit back down, but my hand reaches out to stroke the tender flesh on her stomach and she freezes.

“Stay like this.”

Her hands fall to my shoulders as my lips take over from my fingers. She shivers under my touch and I grin against her skin. She’s so receptive to my touch. It’s like having a blank canvas. Every touch creates a new reaction, a new sound, a new memory to lock away for when she decides she's had enough.

Lifting off my haunches but remaining on my knees brings me level with her pert nipples. The rose coloured buds are stiff and straining to get to me. I gently blow on them and she arches her back so they’re even closer to my lips. Rather than giving her what she wants, I let my tongue swirl around them, her little gasps and moans driving me mad. Her hands snake up into my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp, making my restraint slip.

I pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking deeply. Her cry of pleasure is enough reward for me, but I’m greedy, so I swap sides and repeat it to hear it again. I drag my fingers down her back, letting the pressure build until I reach her cheeks and massage them. She pushes herself against me and the scent of her arousal floods my nose.

She parts her legs instinctively, ready for my touch, but I lean away from her and watch as the confusion swarms her features. “Little One, I’m starving. I didn’t eat dinner, after all.”

Her eyes are struggling to focus, but she nods and motions over to the picnic basket with her head as I laugh softly.

“What I’m hungry for isn’t in that basket.” She tilts her head to the side and watches me hungrily. “When I lie down, I want you to take a seat on my face and let me feast on your pussy. Can you do that, Penelope?”

Her hair is tousled, her eyes dark and greedy, and she’s panting at the idea of it. “I’ve never…done that before.”

The nervous inflection in her voice is chased away by the promise in my eyes as I lower myself onto my back. “That’s even better.”

The idea of me giving her another first is screaming to my inner caveman, and I can’t deny that I’m more excited about this than actually fucking her again.

“Kneel on either side of my head, lower yourself onto my face, and enjoy,Vasilissa mou.”

Her eyes lock on mine and an almost feral look takes over them. She doesn’t know what I’m saying, but she likes hearing it.

She kneels over me and hovers over my mouth. This won’t do. “I told you to sit on my face, Little One. I want to be surrounded by you. I want to smell you, taste you, feel you, till the point I’m drowning in you. Give me what I want, Penelope.”

She cries out as she lowers herself fully onto me, and as the first burst of her flavour lands on my tongue, I know I’m done for. This woman is mine, forever, no question about it.

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THE BRADYS MADE AND CLAIMED - GROUP TEXTS

Angie

I think we may need to abort the plan.

Jenson

Kitten, we talked about this.

Angie

Yes, and we agreed to put it to the Brady vote.

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