Page 75 of Love Is Brewing

Yeah, might have miss-stepped there and had to back up and try not to fall tripping over his feet.

“You don’t like the smell of my brewery and I’m not going to do it in my home one,” he said.

“Bring me back to the kitchen,” she said. “Where we had this talk. Or just do it right here in the room we landed in.” She looked around. “Or the hallway.”

He had stopped before he got to his office, but the hallway was a little on the tight side.

“Dining room table,” he blurted.

“Ewww,” she said. “No.”

He stared at her and they both burst out laughing. “I can’t believe we are even having this conversation. It’s taking the pleasure out of it.”

“Do I have to take control of everything?” she asked, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the living room. He had a massive sectional in front of the fireplace.

“Maybe I like a take-charge woman.”

“Good,” she said, lifting his shirt up and over his head. “I’ve got a condom in my purse if I need to get it.”

“Got one in my pocket,” he said.

“Do you always carry one around?” she asked, reaching for his jeans.

“No,” he said. “Only when I know you’re going to be near me. I can’t seem to help myself and should be prepared.”

“Good to know,” she said, dropping his jeans down to his ankles, his dick springing free.

She wrapped her hand around it and gave him a few long strokes, but he knew damn well he would not last long if she kept that up.

He pulled her hand away and quickly lifted her shirt over her head, her hair falling in front of her face.

“You look like a woman well and truly used already,” he said, laughing.

“Which is why I never wore my hair like this much,” she said, pushing her fingers through it and flipping it over her head, then tucking some behind her ears.

“I love it,” he said, wrapping his fist in it and yanking her close, his mouth crushing hers.

He just had to take that control back.

He untangled his fingers from her curls and helped her get as naked as him.

She found the condom in his jeans and pulled him to the couch, pushed his ass in the corner of the sectional and he put his feet up.

She opened the condom, covered him, and then climbed on top.

There wasn’t much time or foreplay out of her before she sat down on top of him hard, arched her back, and let out a moan.

“Pull me close by my hair again,” she said almost shyly.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he said, doing what he had before.

Maybe he was a bit rough when he did it this time, but she moaned in a good way and rode him at a speed he hadn’t seen her move before.

He wanted to tell her to hold up, but couldn’t get any words out of his mouth as her tongue was invading his mouth as fast as her body was rising on him.

He was lifting his hips to meet her and then moving back. They found their pace quickly, the sounds they were makingfueling his fingers to tighten on her scalp more. It was as if she took control back and he was just trying to hang on.

Barely.

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