Page 48 of Fighting for Brielle
“I’m taking you to bed, Miss McAdams. Any objections?” he demanded, his voice thick with desire.
“None. It’s about time, Chief,” she answered, humoring him.
He chuckled, but his mirth left him as they reached his bedroom door. “Um, you can’t go in there,” he declared, setting her on her feet.
“Oh, why the hell not, Justice? It can’t bethatmessy. After all, I grew up with four older brothers.”
She pushed open the door and burst into laughter when she noticed the pink comforter. “Oh, my God! Are the sheets pink, too?”
Justice’s face flushed to the roots of his golden hair. “Uh, yeah. Pepto-Bismol pink. My dad’s idea of a joke. If you’ll wait a few minutes, I’ll change them.”
“Uh-uh. I want to see you naked on those pink sheets.” Brielle maneuvered him backward until his knees bumped against the side of the bed. “Sit down, Navy Boy.”
Justice obeyed and pulled her between his legs. With enticing slowness, he unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it aside. His eyes feasted on her rosy nipples, peeking through her lacy pink bra. Leaning forward, he drew one nipple into his mouth, teasing it, then the other. The warm wetness seeping through the material, incredibly erotic, caused Brielle to groan aloud with pleasure. In one fluid movement, Justice reached behind her and unhooked her bra, dropping it next to her blouse. He cupped each breast, bringing them close to his face and sucking hard on those puckered nubs.
Brielle closed her eyes, threw her head back, and buried her hands in his hair. Justice’s mouth moved from her breasts down her torso, licking and nipping her smooth skin until he reached her navel. He teased it with his tongue as he unzipped her denim skirt, and it fell to her feet. She kicked it aside and inhaled sharply when Justice rolled her lacy pink panties down her hips.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured before he pressed his mouth right above her mound.
Brielle pushed Justice back on the bed and pulled his jeans from his hard, lean body. “Mmm. Boxers. Good choice,” she noted with a smile before they landed on the floor.
When his full erection sprang free, Brielle’s eyes grew wide in appreciation of his male beauty. “Oh, wow!” she exclaimed as she ran a hand up and down his long, hard shaft. “I think it’s about eight or nine inches.”
Justice let out a strangled cry, a half laugh, half gasp as Brielle took him in her mouth. She used her tongue and her hands to stroke him in rhythmic harmony. His moans of pleasure and the tensing of his body alerted her to his fast-approaching orgasm. Very deliberately, her tongue slid across his slit, and that was his undoing. His body exploded, shaking with waves of intense pleasure.
“Jesus, Brielle!” he panted.
Noting he was still rock hard, she rose to her feet and smiled at him. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back. And then I’m going to rock your world, Chief.”
When she returned after refreshing herself, Brielle leaned down and murmured, “I’m clean, Chief. I just had a check-up two weeks ago, and I haven’t been with anyone for months. Malcom always used a condom, and I’m on the pill.”
“I’m clean, too,” Justice assured her. “I, um, haven’t had sex in, uh, over a year, and I always used protection.”
“Well, then, I don’t expect we’ll get any sleep tonight.” She straddled him, sighing with satisfaction as his hard shaft fully penetrated her. He moaned, gripping her hips.
“Bri, don’t you want…” he muttered.
“Oh, yes, Iwant, Justice. I want everything you’ve got to offer. But right now I’m taking care ofyou.”
“Jesus!” he swore again and thrust upward, fast and furiously.
Her moans fueled his desire, and he rolled her beneath him. Capturing her mouth with his, he kissed her hard, his tongue sliding in and out, imitating the rhythm of his lower body. She took him fully inside of her, her inner walls stretching to accommodate him. Justice slipped his hand between them in order to stimulate her. The friction of his shaft and the stroking of his fingers drove Brielle to the brink.
“Oh, God, Justice! Now! Please, now!” she begged him, clutching his back.
With one final thrust, they freefell together into a passionate abyss. Brielle bucked against him, squeezing him and drawing out his pleasure. Breathing heavily, Justice collapsed on top of her. A moment later he rolled away from her and onto his feet.
Holding out his hand, he said, “Come.”
Her legs felt like jelly as he led her into the bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. He adjusted the temperature, and they stepped into the stall as water like raindrops fell gently on them. Justice sensuously lathered Brielle’s body with soap, pausing often to kiss her and suckle upon her breasts. She did the same for him, using her skillful hands to arouse him. The combination of the slick soap and her long strokes caused soft moans of pleasure to escape from his throat.
Lifting her hips, he thrust into her, making sure his angle hit her most sensitive spot. When her breathing grew ragged, he knew she was ready to come again. He increased his rhythm until she cried aloud, and he let himself go. They cleansed each other again, and after they dried themselves with Pepto-Bismol pink towels, Justice carried Brielle back to his bed.
He covered her body with his, and tenderly brushed the hair out her eyes. Justice claimed her mouth in a hot kiss before he whispered, “What you did for me, well, now it’s your turn, baby. Let me take care of you.”
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He nibbled, tasted, and savored the sexy curves of her mouth before taking it fully with his own. His tongue slowly probed inside, swirling and sparring with hers. He lifted her arms above her head and threaded his fingers through hers as his mouth slanted across her lips. When he sucked her bottom lip, her body writhed beneath his. Justice broke the sweet, tortuous kiss and trailed a fiery path down her neck, licking and grazing it with his teeth. He focused attention on her perfect breasts, devoting equal time to each one, flicking his tongue across her nipples, nipping them with his teeth and drawing hard upon them.
