Page 4 of Lion's Legacy of Flame

Chapter Three

Claire

I forgot about Maddy and her husband David. I forgot all about David being a fireman.

And don’t ask me to explain why the hell that thought occurs to me right now while I’m kissing Brady. Who knows how the mind works, I guess. Who knows how and why something happens one way in my head.

You better believe I don’t think about Maddy and David for long. As we kiss, my hands move over his chest, and the feeling of his muscles is so profound, even under his shirt. I don’t know how in the world a man can be so damned perfect.

All right, sure. I’m gearing up to experience this perfect man, so I imagine a lot of my thoughts at the moment have to do with that simple reality. So, they’re a bit concentrated and amplified, sure. His hand is on the small of my back, and it occurs to me he might think this is just a goodnight kiss. I feel like I’ll be an awkward dork trying to tell him I want him to come inside.

I pull away, step into the house, set my purse on the entryway table, and lift my shirt up and over my head. I toss it on the floorand think about how weird I am.How in the world can I feel more awkward about telling him to come inside than taking my shirt off?

In any case, it has the desired effect, and he steps inside. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he reaches for the door and closes it. Then, he crosses the distance between us and kisses me again. This time, the kiss is really powerful. I mean, the first kiss was powerful, too, but what I mean is that this kiss kind of puts me under Brady’s power.

Aw, hell, I’m screwing up how to talk about this.

The first kiss was a kiss. It was a kiss that, for all intents and purposes, just ended the date. This kiss isn’t an end but a beginning, and my hands are a great deal freer now, moving over his body and pulling at his shirt and then his belt buckle and then his shirt again.

I give up because I’m not effective at undressing him. I take a step back to work on my clothes, and soon my bra is on the floor. He steps to me and his hand closes over my breast as he kisses me again. This time the kiss has an altogether different flavor to it. This kiss is almost a message, like Brady is communicating to me just how much he intends to enjoy what I’m giving him, if that makes any sense.

All right. Damn it. Let me try to be less of an idiot here.

I’m horny. He’s kissing me. It’s hot.

There, that’s the translation. I just want to let you know, though, that it’s pretty highly likely I’m going to be saying more of those idiotic things, too. I’m kind of a goody two-shoes. I started a food security charity at the age of thirteen, so you know I’m a total goody-good. I worked on the charity all through high school, and right around my junior year, it was starting to work.

In my senior year, I got some funding and an old man I’d helped keep fed for four years won two million dollars in the lottery. He donated half a million dollars, and that meant I couldbuy two buildings for food storage. More money came in college and I was able to buy another warehouse building.

Now, I get just enough donation money every month to let me pay all of my mortgages and break even on the operations. Okay, I’m not bragging. I’m just trying to explain that I don’t have a lot of experience when it comes to sex or, for that matter, anything that’s any fun at all.

My thoughts take an abrupt turn as Brady steps back and gets to work taking his clothes off. I almost feel like a cartoon, you know, where the character’s mouth just hits the floor and her eyes bug out. Brady is fucking amazing! I know that might sound objectifying, but the man is, after all, undressing for me in my house.

I can’t contain myself. I step up to him and try to help get his belt unbuckled and his pants undone. Yeah, I don’t help but at least I feel like I’m participating. He lifts me up and together we get my pants undone and off. Now, I’m just in my (thankfully skimpy) panties and he’s just in his open pants and boxers.

I take his hand and aim for the couch, but he pulls back and heads down the hallway. Like two kids exploring an abandoned house, he looks into a dark room and then, walks on. I know he’s looking for my room. I could lead him there, but this is building an excitement in me that makes this whole thing wild.

He finally finds my room. He pulls me in and walks me to the bed. He turns me to face him. Then, he slips his pants down. I can see the large bulge barely contained by his boxers. A thrill runs through me. Holy crap, he looks huge!

To my dismay, though, he leaves his boxers on as he gently pushes me back onto the bed. A moment later, my panties are off, and I have to say that I feel entirely exposed and vulnerable now. I guess even though he only wears boxers, it is pretty terrifying for me to be completely naked while he is not.

Then, he kneels, and before I understand what’s going on, he has my legs resting on his shoulders and his mouth is on me.I breathe in with the shock of his tongue thrust into me. It’s the most intense and instantly earth-shattering thing I’ve ever experienced. I mean sure, I have very little experience but I feel like if I were prodigiously promiscuous, it would still be earth-shattering.

How do you like that? Prodigiously promiscuous. Alliteration.

Okay, I’m losing it. Can you blame me? Every nerve in my body wakes up and I can’t even get the breath to moan.

He doesn’t take his time or worry about being gentle. He just goes after every bit of my pussy like it’s something for him to consume and like it’s the last thing he’ll ever taste on Earth. He moves up to tease my clit and I gain enough voice to gasp, “Holy… oh, Brady! Oh!”

I’ve never had a guy do this for me before, although, let’s be clear, I haven’t exactly got experience here. I’m just too busy with Mealtime.

Right now, though, Brady is focused on me and it’s intense. I mean, it’s going through the roof. I twist and turn beneath him, but he holds onto my waist with those strong hands of his and so, I just have to handle his onslaught.It’s so powerful I try to escape, you know, even though I love it. Somehow, though, he manages to keep his mouth on me.

And then escape is impossible because my orgasm hits me like a cannonball, slamming into me and shaking my entire body to its core. My muscles tense and I shudder hard. His tongue just doesn’t stop as he slides fingers into me. “Too much! Brady, too…” I mumble faint protests as he keeps things going and going.

I begin to think I can’t handle anymore. I’m ready to beg him to stop, but he finally pulls away. I lay there, gasping and then, the next shockwave hits me before I catch my breath.

That’s when he thrusts that monster cock into me.

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