Page 110 of There Are No Words

He moved like the cheetah on his shoulder—fast and on a mission. He flipped me over, switching our positions on the bed, him on top of me now. There was no stopping him. Not that I would ever want to. The next thing I knew, he was hovering over me, pinning me to the bed.

“You want me to play with your tits?” he asked, lust and desire filling his eyes.

“Yes, please,” I purred.

He straddled my belly for the first time now that I wasn’t carrying our child, and I placed my hand between us, finding his pulsing cock. “But when are we going to free him?” I asked, peering up at Brady with an intense look.

Chuckling, he pulled his boxers down and released my favorite obsession. It sprang free, and I licked my lips on instinct, watching the liquid bead at the tip. “Go ahead, Allegra, drag your finger through it. I know you want to,” he said, thrusting himself forward.

I chuckled. “Am I that obvious?”

He only grinned in response as I did as he’d said and then sucked my finger in my mouth. I’d never get over the taste of him. Bottle it up so I could drink it for days, that was what I said.

His eyes roamed over me before settling on my breasts. I knew he wanted to touch them, so what was he waiting for? They were his for the taking.

He gripped my chin and pulled my head up to him as his lips met mine in a greedy, ravenous kiss. “We’re going to try something different, if you’re okay with it,” Brady said when he pulled back.

I nodded. “Tell me.”

“I’m going to fuck your tits.”

Damn. That would be a first for me, but I wasn’t opposed to it. In fact, I was straight-up giddy. “Tell me what to do.”

“Be quiet so you don’t wake—”

I contorted my face. “Don’t say her name while I’m staring at your cock.”

Chuckling, he said, “Noted.”

I lifted my head and extended myself so I could swirl my tongue over his tip.

He let out a desperate groan. “That tongue is going to be the death of me.”

Biting my lip, I only grinned.

“Down, girl,” Brady commanded, pushing me back and running his palm up the skin between my breasts as they fell to the sides. “I’m going to need you to get nice and wet for me first. Can you do that?”

I nodded, up for the postpartum challenge. “Turn me on, big boy.”

Brady rolled my nipples between his fingers, pinching and plucking them. Satisfied, he leaned down and took each pert nipple between his lips, sucking. Hard. Then he grazed his teeth over them, tugging. I bucked against him at the sensation, my nails scraping against his back as I cried out his name. “Brady.”

He brought a hand down there before returning it to my breast for one last squeeze.

I wanted to feel his length against me, swiping against my center, but I think we both knew that wasn’t happening. Not yet anyway.

I knew he wouldn’t tell me I failed him, so I studied his expression. I was dying for my body to go back to normal. For me to go back to normal. For sex again with this man. Yeah, remember when I’d said we could be celibate? I had been so very wrong. That was never happening. Not when I shared a bed with this man.

Grinning, Brady took his cock in his hand and eyed me. “Spit on it.”

Eyes wide, I looked at him. Was he serious?

“Spit on my cock,” he demanded again.

So I did. I pushed his hands aside, held it in my own and spit on his cock, Brady’s eyes on my face the whole time. Now, let’s be honest, it wasn’t an altogether enjoyable experience for me—the spitting, I mean. Not until I took my hands and wiped it over the length of him anyway. Then I was feeling pretty good about it. “Fuck me,” I said, issuing my own demand.

Grinning like a fool, he clawed at my hair, fisting one of his hands in it as he placed the other on his cock again and lined it up at my chest. He slid it between my breasts. “Push those tits together. Squeeze my cock with them, Allegra. Nice and hard.”

I obeyed and reveled in the way it felt to have his manhood snuggled between my breasts. The sensation was incredible.

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