Page 56 of Sticking Around

I wiggle and pitch my hips forward. “Let’s not keep you waiting.”

A chuckle rumbles in his throat as he grips my thighs, his fingers biting into my flesh as he widens my legs. He runs his nose along my inner thighs, breathing me in before he buries himself between my legs, my body trembling as his hot tongue laps at me.

I run my fingers through his hair and shamelessly move against his face as he eats at me. He growls and my blood ignites to a near boil when he puts a finger back inside me. I cup my breasts, toy with my nipples and fire licks over my body.

With his finger buried inside me, his mouth claiming my clit, the world closes in around me and I tumble into a powerful orgasm that wracks my body. He mumbles something from between my legs, and while I don’t know what he said, from the deep growl in his throat, I’m sure it was something about loving the taste of me.

I grip the back of his head, fusing his mouth to my trembling sex as spasms of pleasure overtake me. He stays between my legs as I clench around his finger, and when the quakes stop, he inches back and our eyes meet. The second they do and I spot warm intimacy shining there, a new kind of warmth floods me.

I stand on wobbly feet, knowing exactly how and where I want this man next, and he nearly tumbles backward when our bodies collide. “Whoa,” he mumbles, falling on his backside and I chuckle and hold a hand out to him.

“Sorry.”

His gaze moves up my body. “It’s okay, the view is nice from down here.”

“It’s nice from up here too.” He takes my hand and I’m about to help him up when he tugs me down on top of his body.

I moan and slip my legs around him. “Did you read my mind or something?”

“Nope, you’re the head doctor, not me.”

“Head doctor?” I laugh. “Is that what you think I am?”

“I think a lot of things, babe, and right now I’m thinking…” He pauses, puts his hands on my hips and easily lifts me. “…that you should fuck me.”

I reach down, capture his stiff cock and hold it as he lowers me. “Oh God, Brady.” I sink onto him, and he fills me, his crown hitting my cervix in a way that brings on a hard shudder. His hands move to my breasts, and he lifts himself up to take one nipple into his mouth.

“Mmm,” he murmurs around my hard bud and sensations vibrate through me. His hands go to the back of my head as my nipple slips from his mouth and he brings my lips to his. There’s something different in his kisses, his touch, the way his cock is filling me. It’s intimate, tender, poignant. Then again, I just admitted to myself that I’m in love with him so it’s possible I’m imagining it—wanting it—although I’m not entirely convinced this isn’t real, or one-sided. Maybe that’s why I’m offering myself to him openly, honestly.

I move my body, taking every inch of his hard cock, and press my hands to his chest, splaying them to touch as much of him as I can. We rock together, our eyes locked as we fly higher and higher. How the heck did I get here? I chuckle to myself as I sit on this beautiful man’s cock—a man who could have anyone, but he’s been pursuing me for a long time.

I close my eyes as heat floods my body and Brady groans as my orgasm approaches. He changes the pace, lifting me and pulling me down harder, faster until my muscles clench around his thick, pistoning cock.

“Brady,” I cry out, giving myself over to this man in every way possible. The world closes in on me, and my head falls forward as lightheadedness overwhelms me.

“I’ve got you, babe.”

His hands tighten on my hips and my heart thunders. He does ‘got me’. In so many ways and for the first time in my life I feel so safe.

“Look at me.”

I lift my head and meet intense eyes as he pulls me down, sealing us as one as he depletes himself in my body.

“Brady,” I cry out again as his hot seed fills me and spreads heat, warmth and contentment through my body. I sit on top of him until he finishes spasming inside me, and when he stops, I fall forward and rest my face on his chest. His heartbeat is strong as it pounds against my chest, and there’s just something so darn comforting in that.

We stay like that for a long time, until my legs begin to go numb. I roll off him and wince as his cock leaves my body. Suddenly chilled, I grab my discarded T-shirt and cover my upper body. He rolls, pulls me against him and warms me with his hot flesh. I’m not sure if I’m imagining this new closeness between us as we snuggle, but I really like it. I lift my head to see him. “That was a great way to end a long hard day.”

“Speaking of long and hard,” he teases, and feeling playful, I reach between our bodies.

“Nope, can’t find anything long and hard here,” I tease.

“Is that right?” He rolls on top of me, and gives me a kiss so soft and tender, I melt under him. “I’m hungry.”

I cock my head. I was expecting a sexual comeback following the teasing. “I can make us something.”

He pushes my damp hair from my forehead. “No, you had a long hard day.”

“And a long hard evening,” I add with a laugh.

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