Page 65 of Her Braun
He held his breath as she took him back into her mouth and ground his teeth together. Her tongue and the suction of her mouth took his breath right out of his lungs as she leaned forward to take more of him into her mouth, his eyes widened as he felt the soft brush of skin against his leg.
He lifted his head and groaned when he felt the same sensation again. As she rocked forward, taking his cock deeper into her mouth, he saw her breast brush against his skin, and he felt like he'd touched a live wire.
Holy shit.
He'd dreamed of loving Kay in bed, but having her mouth on him?
Having her tongue caressing him? Her hands?
He was fairly sure that his heart rate was beyond anything he'd experienced before, his blood coursing through his veins like a wildfire moving through brittle grasses after a long dry summer. Being a firefighter and as fit as he kept himself, there was never really a lack of female interest. At bars and community events if he had anything on with CCFD or their logo, the fire fighter's cross, women gravitated toward him and made it clear that they were willing for something as simple as a fling, but he'd never been interested.
Easy wasn't what he was looking for.
He wanted to be with someone special.
Someone he cared about.
And the woman crouched over him, devouring him with looks and her rather talented mouth was more than special, he was crazy for her.
She shifted and hollowed out her cheeks adding the perfect amount of pressure and he lost any hope of holding back until he got inside of her.
He felt something inside of him blow open and shatter and he couldn't believe that he was there with her. Couldn't believe that she didn't let go.
She didn't pull away and let him come all over his stomach instead of in her mouth.
Gibson had never been so humbled or shaken before.
Kay's phone on the bedside table rang and she slowly pulled off of him as his tremors subsided.
He made himself speak even though he wasn't sure that his words were going to be intelligible.
"Kay?"
She sat up and leaned heavily on his thigh. "Hmm?"
"Baby, that's your phone."
Her eyebrows lifted at the word baby, and then her lips pouted at the mention of her phone which had started to ring again. She shook her head. "That's my home line that I forward through to my cell. They can leave a message."
Gibson wondered if the look on his face was mirrored in hers. He was more than happy that she was letting the call go to messaging, he wasn't ready to share her yet.
They only had an hour or two at the most before they'd need to head to the airport, and he wanted to make the most of their private time together.
He leaned up on an elbow and crooked a finger on the opposite hand at her. "Come here, gorgeous."
She blushed and he couldn't believe his luck, having spent the night and now, the morning hours with someone like her.
No, not someone 'like' her.
Only her.
The call had ended after the third ring and Kay nodded. "Voicemail," she grinned, "one of my favorite tech inventions of all time."
He grinned. "Me, too."
A knock at the door affected them both. His teeth ground together at the back of his mouth and her shoulders sagged.
"I wonder who that is," Kay sighed.
