Page 67 of A Quick Stop in Paradise

“Brooklyn… Brooklyn, oh, god. I’m going to fall over.”

She bent down and kissed my neck before she pulled away, leaving me slightly more balanced but desperately needing her backnow.“Inside, then,” she said. “Help yourself to what’s in my bag. And I’ll be along shortly.”

God, I loved it when she just… told me what to do. No brusqueness, no arrogance, just total cool confidence,this is what I want.I desperately wanted to just strip myself naked the second we got in the door and let her have me, but it was more exciting, somehow, in not letting myself have what I wanted just yet. So with my whole body tingling, coursing with awareness, I went inside and opened her bag on the counter, breath catching in my throat at the sight of the outfit inside.

A lot of black lace, a lot of sheer fabric. And lavender trim.

Something about the lavender accents shot a bolt straight to my core—the color Brooklyn liked. The color she wanted to decorate me in, like she was marking me as hers.

Okay, well—the amount of sexythatwas, that was probably a personal revelation for another time. For now, I took them to the bedroom, my body aching for Brooklyn as I stripped my clothes off, pulling on the outfit, taking a minute to adjust it all in front of the mirror, turning slowly. I felt like I’d break seeing myself like this—dressed up like a pretty little present for Brooklyn in her favorite color.

I spread myself out on the bed, and I couldn’t help slipping a hand between my thighs, touching myself slowly, lightly—indulging in the heat that coursed through my body and fantasies of the woman in the next room, and her timing was perfect—the door unlatched and swung open, and Brooklyn stepped inside, having lost her shirt and her shoes, down to her jeans and a sports bra. She leaned against the doorframe, looking me over, a flare of desire in her eyes, and I felt the arousal spike higher as I kept going, hand between my legs going faster with her watching.

“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” she said, her voice low, hungry.

“Are you going to do something about this, or what?” I murmured, and her eyes glinted.

“I think I might,” she said, pushing off from the doorframe and coming towards me, climbing onto the bed with a sexy crawl on top of me. “I was thinking about you… about this… all day at work,” she murmured, running a hand over my front, and I arched into it, twitching under the touch, a gasp falling from my lips. “Thinking about how badly I need to fuck your pretty body, make you come, and again, and again—”

“Brooklyn.”

“And of course, to get my fill of you. You have no idea how much you turn me on.” She gave me a little pout. “Shame I won’t get my fill.”

“What?”

“Wedohave somewhere to be.”

I’d… forgotten. I felt my face prickle with a blush, and she smiled wider.

“So consider this your warmup round. To get your body ready for all the things I’m going to do to you later tonight.”

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I groaned, rolling my head back against the pillow. “Brooklyn, please…”

“Oh, I won’t make you plead much. I can’t take one more second of looking at you like this and not help myself.” She lowered herself onto me, pressing her lips against mine, kissing me slowly and deeply, hot and wet, languid against my tongue and my lips as she roamed her hand over my body, leaving sparks in her wake everywhere she went. I ached for her, lifting my hips, seeking her, but she teased me—slipped her hand to my thigh, up along my waist, down to my other thigh, inching close to the lines of the thin lace panties she’d gotten me, but didn’t touch. I gripped her tighter into me, rocking my hips, and I dug my fingertips underneath the band of her bra, tugging up.

She broke from the kiss to allow it, letting me pull her bra off over her head, and I wasted no time dropping my hands to her pants, unbuttoning her jeans, tugging the zipper down. She grabbed my hand before I could pull her pants down, and, a gleam in her eyes where she met mine, she pushed my hand down into her pants, inside her underwear, up against where she was so wet for me that it was slick all over my fingers the second I touched her.

“Oh, Brooklyn,” I gasped. “Oh, god.”

“Keep going,” she said, her voice low, angling to get my hand in a better position against her, eyes darkened as she kept looking into mine. “That’s it, babe. Show me you want this.”

“I want you so badly,” I moaned, thrusting my hips up against her as I moved my fingers along her, the sensation of it—of her wetness covering my hand, thick over my fingers—it drove me out of my mind. “Please, Brooklyn.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” She slid off of me, and I watched raptly as she tugged her pants and her underwear down together, down to her knees and shimmying them off of her. The sight of her kneeling over me on the bed, naked and ready, sent bolts of heat racing to my core, and without even thinking about it, I lifted the hand that I’d just had in her pants up to my lips, licking her wetness off of me. Brooklyn’s eyes flared with desire watching it, slipping a hand to my thigh and feeling down towards my center. “Keep going,” she said, her voice a low rasp, once I took my fingers away from my mouth. “I want to see you take every last drop.”

I did as she told me—I didn’t think I could find it in me not to. I held eye contact with her while I pushed two fingers deep into my mouth, the hot and heavy taste of her driving me deeper into this trance where I’d do anything she asked, and she rewarded me with her hand slipping over the front of my underwear, caressing my center through the coarse fabric. I gasped, her name on my lips muffled against my hand, and when I rocked my hips up against her, she gave me what I wanted this time, slipping her hand down inside my underwear and running her fingers through my folds. I kept going, dutifully licking her off my fingers, and she rewarded me every step of the way with her fingers circling over my clit before dipping inside me.

I’d never been much for penetration before, never really feeling like much, but Brooklyn—her fingers undid me instantly until it felt like I didn’t know how to survive without her inside me, reaching deep and touching all the spots I didn’t even know could feel like that. When she moved her other hand to flick side-to-side over my clit, I was useless to hold out much longer, and I held her smoldering eye contact as long as I could while I shoved my fingers deeper into my mouth, sucking on them, taking every last taste of her wetness as she pushed me into a shaking, throbbing orgasm.

I also didn’t recognize the way I came back down from it—I’d always been one to crash down exhausted, sweaty, a little dazed but satisfied, but the past couple of times with Brooklyn, it felt like I only came halfway back down, my body immediately ready for more. I kept rocking my hips against her, seeking more, but she took her hands away, leaving me gasping and feeling hungry for her. She took my hand by the wrist, pulling it out of my mouth, and I pleaded, “Brooklyn, I want…”

She smiled wider. “I know, babe,” she said, running her hand up my front. “And I want you to sit in that while I take everything I want from you.”

“Oh, god.”

“Lie back. Now that you’ve been good and gotten your mouth ready for me, I’m going to use it to get myself off.”

I whimpered, desperate and helpless to do anything other than give her whatever she wanted, and I settled back on the bed, opening my mouth for her, tongue out, desperate, ready. She ran her fingers over my tongue, her other hand slipping between her thighs, and I felt heat spiking through me as she oriented herself on top of me, slipping her hand to the side of my head and holding me in place as she lowered herself against me, and I melted into her—into the taste, the feeling, her hot sex throbbing against my mouth, on my tongue. I gave her all the things I’d been learning she liked, looking up at her and gripping one hand over her thigh while I slid my other between my legs, pleasuring myself while I sucked on her clit, held my lips tight against her moving my tongue to match her as she rocked her hips against me.

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