Page 43 of Why Cheese?
“Really?” I squeak out in surprise.
He nods even with his face hidden behind his hands.
“Cause, well, I was going along with it. I mean, it was nice, I just… I like how sweet you are, and I thought that being with you would be like that. Warm, gooey, melt into each other kind of sex.”
Brie yanks his head up, shock drawn all over his face in permanent ink. “Really?”
What? Does he think you’re the kind of girl who’s only into spankings and hair-pulling?
Mmm, hair-pulling.
“We could try again, in the bed that’s horizontal to the ground. Take it slow, see where it goes,” I say.
Brie laughs with a quick snort, then he slaps a hand over his mouth. “Sorry, I…I’d quite like to do that. In the bed. With you. On top?”
He’s so cute it hurts. I curl my palms around his face and kiss him. This real Brie takes his time ramping up. The first touch of our lips is a sweet peck. He gently cups my chin while combing his fingers through my hair. The way he lightly undoes my bun, then detangles my knots pulls me in a trance.
A sigh slips from my mouth and Brie rounds second. He’s careful scooping his fingers down the sides and under one breast while kissing me. Just as he brushes over my nipple, he darts his tongue against mine.
“Damn,” I whisper, growing wetter by the long, tender minute.
This, we want all of this. Now.
Aching for his touch, I slip out from under the arm teasing my hair and straddle Brie’s lap. He drops his legs instantly to give me a nice saddle as I lower back onto that tempting corduroy. Sitting on him, I’m able to canvas my palms across his chest, and he can do the same to me.
“Violette,” he whispers. “Your breasts are…” Whatever compliment he intends is buried against my neck as Brie groans. He rolls his hips forward, swiping that secret cock right against my drenched panties. I try to meet him, but he pulls back and starts to slide down.
Oh no, he’s shrinking!
No, wait, he’s…
“Fuck yes,” I cry out the second he swipes his tongue across my nipples. Whatever we lost in the fall is back at full heat. Just the tease of his bottom lip puckering around my nipple has me seeing stars. I start to stretch up taller to thrust more of my chest at him when Brie draws his hand down my stomach and around my inner thigh.
“Stay there,” he says, then adds an adorable, “please.”
Before I can wonder why, Brie kneads my inner thigh, then draws his finger straight up through my pussy. I gasp, my levees bursting at his touch.
“Damn,” Brie moans against my breast, “they’re so thick and juicy.” He teases around my pussy’s lips, almost slipping his finger inside of me. I cry out and stretch higher, trying to will his finger to my clit.
“Ah!” I fall, nearly crumpling over him. At the last second, I slam my hand to the cupboard handle. Then Brie hits the motherlode.
All of that nervous bumbling vanishes in a heartbeat. He circles my clit’s hood before homing in on the best part. “Do you like this?” he asks, his voice strained against my tits.
“Yes,” I moan, digging my palm into the cabinet’s handle. “Oh, god!”
Brie thrusts three fingers inside of me while thumbing my clit. “How about now?”
“Yes, yes, dear cheeses, yes!” My hips thrust on their own, chasing after his touch. I grind harder, my need slamming me into Brie’s hand.
“Owe,” he whispers as a loud thwack fills the air.He hit his elbow? How? Oh…
Brie lets go of my tit to hold my hip. I slow so he can wiggle out of this mess before I hurt him more. Then his fingertips press into the squishy give of my ass and Brie starts to pull me down. “Don’t stop, Violette. I love a woman in the throes of wild abandon.”
He fingers me faster than before and I lunge deeper with his help. God, I’m hitting the crotch of his hand with every thrust and it’s driving me mad. I want his cock. But this is so good.
What about the bed?
This is so good. It’s so good. It’s…
