Page 67 of Braving the Storm
Keeping things slow, I carefully work the material down her thighs, my eyes fixated on her face the whole time.
“You like the idea of giving up control?” Jesus. My blood pumps around my body, or what’s left of it that hasn’t already flowed to my groin at least.
Briar nods. Her eyes glaze over a little as I hold her ankle and press that sensitive spot, tugging the leg of her jeans off one side, then the other.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I drink all of Briar Lane in from this angle. From the pale pink socks extending up over her calves, where her black underwear peeks out beneath the hem of her sweater, to the tangle of dark curls bundled on top of her head.
“I don’t really know, but what I do know is that I like the way you are with me.” It’s so quiet, such a soft admission. “I want more of that, and I want it with you, even though it’s probably wrong to say that out loud. I don’t care when or where. It feels good—safe—if you have control.”
It’s my turn to swallow hard now because my brain is going to extremely bad places, thinking of exactly how I’d like to use my niece and show her things and use her pretty little holes in the way that will get her off over and over.
Christ.
This beautiful girl just admitted she’s got a free-use kink, and if I wasn’t already desperate to get my mouth on her, now I’m feral for her sweetness and submission.
My brain must have stalled for too long, because she buries her face in her hands again, peering down my way through her fingers.
“Oh god. That’s weird, isn’t it? Do people ask for that kind of thing? That’s something too weird, right?”
“No.” I shake my head and quickly place a kiss on the inside of her knee. “It’s fucking sexy. You’re the hottest goddamn thing, and here you go and hand me permission to make you come as many times as I want, whenever and wherever I want? You just reached inside my brain and brought all my fantasies to life.”
Briar looks at me with her mouth hanging open. “You like that, too?”
“If it involves you coming…” My fingers curl to hook the waistband of her panties.
That’s when Briar starts to squirm. Her hands push at my shoulders in protest. “Wait… I haven’t showered, I… I haven’t shaved…”
Those words do something to me. Drawing a deep, primal noise from my chest.
“You think I don’t want all of you? I want all of that, exactly you as you are. If we’re gonna do this, I need you to understand what it’s like to have someone who wants you, no matter when, or where, or how.”
Briar sucks in a sharp breath as I continue to inch her panties down, revealing the soft swell of her stomach, her curves, and her delicate skin that I want to spend an entire day mapping and learning.
“Darlin’, if there’s anything you ever need to know about the type of man I am… is that I’m over here, goddamn desperate for you, without question. You’re saying that you give me permission for this body to bemineanytime I want, then believe me when I say that comes without any of the sorts of conditions or bullshit excuses pricks you’ve been with in the past might have used with you.”
Fuck this. There’s no way this girl is going to hide from me.Moving with purpose now, I work the fabric past her hips, and the shadow of her pussy starts to reveal itself. She’s fucking perfect. Everything I’ve already had the pleasure of exploring with my fingers is now presented for me, and my mind is already three steps ahead, anticipating the first heated slide of my mouth over her.
“I’m not them, Briar, and when I tell you that, you best believe I’m gonna have you falling apart on my tongue any time of the day, or night.”
“What if I’m not good at this?”
When I drag her damp panties off her legs completely, I shove them in my back pocket and glance up. Hovering my mouth over her, savoring every shaky breath and quiver this girl is giving me, I plant a slow kiss over her pussy. The whole time, I keep her trapped in my gaze.
“There’s nothing you need to do but enjoy this, so put your hands on my head, and I want to hear how loud you can be for me.”
Briar’s little noise is part protest, part whimper, and it’s so fucking sexy.
“I’m not supposed to feel this way… like I need to touch you, but I want to, all the time.” She admits. Hesitating for just a moment, before those tentative fingers thread into my hair, pushing the strands back off my forehead, and it damn near makes me groan.
I blow gently over her pussy, glistening and flushed with her arousal.
“Put your hands on me whenever you want, darlin’. Because I sure as hell won’t be keeping mine to myself.”
I’m done talking. The scent of Briar, turned on and drenched, is my undoing. My mouth closes over her, and she’s sweeter than I ever imagined. Her hips shift upward as her back bows, pretty painted fingernails sink tighter into my hair, and she melts beneath me. Her immediate moan is music and fucking poetry to my ears.
Maybe another time, I’ll tease her and edge her and show everyinch of this perfect little cunt the sort of slow, sensual attention it deserves. But for now, I’m desperate to have her coming apart, to know how she feels when she shatters on my tongue for the first time, and besides, there’s a whole night stretching out ahead of us. Most of which I intend to spend wedged between her thighs.
“Oh god.Storm.”
