Page 46 of Patching Over

“What’s this?” I ask, my voice shaky with wrought emotion.

“My ol’ lady may kneel before me but she’s gonna do it in comfort,” he advises.

When he goes to slide his briefs down, I stop him. “Nuh uh, that’s for me to do,” I sass. “It’s my present to unwrap. I’ve got this, Brick.”

“Fuck yeah, you do,” he moans as my hands glide up his muscular thighs until I reach the apex of his waist. Slowly, everso methodically slow, I ease them down his legs, his hard dick jutting outward and nearly smacking me in the face.

“Trying to blind me, I see,” I tease once he’s kicked his briefs to the side. “Let’s see what happens when you do that.”

I set about making him feel as good as he does me when he’s going down on me. As my hands massage his legs in a sensual manner, I’m kissing along his Adonis belt, going all around his massive hardon, which is steadily dripping with precum.

“Rayleigh,” he warns when I flick my tongue across the crown then moan as his flavor hits my tongue.

I’ve read where some are musky, some are sweet, some are tart, but Brick’s essence is out of this world leaking out his masculinity. Latching on, I draw him into my mouth as far as I can, then use my hands to stroke in a continuous motion while I lave his length with my tongue.

Over and over again, I bob up and down his thick length, varying my suction which has his legs trembling as he moans. His hands are buried in my hair at this point and the tiny bite of pain from the tug at my roots has me squirming as my core pulses. My breasts feel heavy, and I know even without looking down that my nipples could cut glass.

When I start gently massaging his ball sack, he growls, and his hands go underneath my armpits, and he pulls me to my feet before he ravishes my mouth. Soon, I’m the one groaning as his hands grope, pluck, and stroke me, igniting a white-hot flame of passion that’s sure to have me combusting if he doesn’t fill me soon.

“Brick,” I manage to moan. “I need you, handsome.”

“I got you, Ray,” he promises, taking us to the floor.

Looking up at his handsome face, which is fierce right now as lust overcomes him, I can see the softness thanks to the twinkling coming from the Christmas lights strewn throughout the tree. I didn’t want the ever-changing ones because theybother my eyes, but these are more subtle. They don’t flash, they ease from colors to solid muted white and right now, with the colors subtly washing over his body, he’s the most beautiful, picturesque thing I’ve ever seen.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you more,” he replies, softly kissing my upturned lips as his hand drifts from my thigh to my pussy.

My inner self is now cheering loudly; since he introduced me to the joys of physical intimacy, I crave him constantly, and right now is no different. His fingers skim between my glistening folds and while his index and middle fingers enter me, his thumb begins circling my clit.

“Keep that up and I’ll be coming before you get inside me,” I tell him.

He smirks and professes, “That was part of my master plan, sweetheart. You have no fucking idea how good it feels to have your pussy strangling my cock when I’m pounding inside you. None at all, but it’s the best fucking experience in the world. Nothing better.”

His fingers continue to piston inside me while his thumb tortuously stroking my distended clit and around it, which has my body tightening in preparation to explode. When he takes my nipple between his lips, I let go and allow my orgasm to crash through me, keening out his name as I ride the waves of euphoria.

“Brick, need you,” I pant out. He immediately moves so he’s hovering over me, his dick slotted against my entrance.

With one thrust, he’s buried balls deep and I open my eyes to see the look of sheer ecstasy on his face. “Feels so fucking good, babe,” he grinds out through his clenched teeth.

I can already feel another orgasm building as he slowly starts to move, increasing his pace while I thrust upward in an effort to increase the friction against my clit.

“Yeah, it does,” I tell him, my hands stroking along his arms and down his back.

Hell, wherever I can reach, I’m touching him at this point, my body poised to fall off the side of the biggest mountain ever. “Touch yourself, Ray,” he throatily commands.

While this is something I haven’t done before, I manage to get one of my hands between us then rub circles around my clit which also has me stroking the crown of his pistoning dick simultaneously.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, my pussy starting to flutter.

“Let it go, Ray, I’ve got you,” he replies, sweat falling from his forehead onto mine. There are probably folks out there who would think that was gross, and I was one of them until Brick came along.

Not like I had any prior experience, but as I told him, I read a lot and whenever it would happen in a book, it would skeeve me out. However, every part of making love to Brick is good, even when we end up all sweaty.

As if my body was waiting for his command, an orgasm of tsunami proportions rolls through me, causing me to scream his name until I’m hoarse as I fervently clutch onto his bulging arms while my pussy constantly squeezes and releases his pounding dick.

Three thrusts later, he stills, and I feel his cum filling me to the point of overflowing. As he shudders and starts to fall downward, he manages to move in such a way that we’re still connected but I’m now nestled on top.

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