Page 78 of Branded
“Little bird,” he said roughly, “you don’t have to?—”
I leaned up enough to press a kiss to his mouth. “Don’t stop,” I ordered, stroking faster. “Don’t stop and I won’t.”
Hot brown eyes on mine.
My chin lifted, and I met the challenge in them.
Then he smiled. “Fuck, little bird, I can’t wait to punish you for this later.”
I couldn’t either.
But, for the moment, I kept stroking, and he continued rubbing my clit, slipping a finger home, stretching me with that big, thick finger.
It wasn’t enough, not nearly.
But it was enough for that moment.
Because he was working me, and I was close, gloriously close. Thankfully, I knew that he was right there with me, his body beginning to tremble, his hips jerking, those fingers on me moving faster, harder.
Exactly what I needed.
“Smitty,” I moaned.
“Fuck, little bird, your hand is fucking magic.” His cock grew, hardened further. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” he warned. “I’m?—”
He pressed my clit hard with the pad of his thumb.
I was the one who came apart.
But he wasn’t far behind me, his body shaking, his hand by my head clenching into the blankets, his hips jerking.
And then, as the waves of pleasure began to subside, I felt it.
Hot jets of cum landing on my chest, dripping over my hand. His head dropped forward, he pushed into my grip, and his groans mingled with mine.
Fuck.
That was hot.
He collapsed to the side, not caring that I was a mess, tucking me against him, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I was no better, feeling like I’d run…well, not a marathon, because that wasn’t my thing, would never be my thing. But definitely a 5K.
Eventually, our breathing slowed, and he got up, striding into the bathroom and returning with a damp cloth.
It was warm, I realized as he wiped me clean.
He’d waited for the water to get warm before cleaning me up.
A little piece of my heart broke off, sailed right through space, and landed in his lap.
And when he got up, took care of the towel, and came back, tugging the blankets up and over me, I knew that he’d keep it safe.
The following week, I pushed into my office, feeling a little down that Smitty was going to be away for the next eight days on an extended road trip.
It was part of the system, and since I wasn’t an essential member of staff, I wouldn’t be traveling with the team.
Normally, that would have thrilled me.
Not having to people?
