Page 39 of Brew
His hand slides up my thigh and disappears under my skirt. Oh, wow, that feels… so foreign, but oh, so good. I bite down on my lip, unable to help the gasp that leaves my lips as he snakes his hand closer to victory. I want him there. My nipples tingle, and just as I think it, the other large hand of his palms my breast. “Oh,” I moan. “Holy smokes.”
His eyes are ablaze as try to remain calm, but when he cups me between my legs, I grip both his forearms and he stops. “We good?”
His hand. Right there. It’s practically on fire. Touching me.
“We’re good.” Oh, my.Does it sound like I’m panting right now?
He rubs me through my panties and I open my legs farther apart. I’m barely hanging onto my sanity. Aside from touching myself, I haven’t let anyone do this to me. And now my boss is doing it. The man I’ve dreamed about doing it for so long. I can’t hold onto any cohesive thoughts as he pets me through my underwear and massages my breast like he’s kneading dough. My god this man is hot. He knows his way around a woman’s body, that I have no doubt.
“I wanna see them,” he growls.
My eyes pop open and he nods to my chest. I feel embarrassed; I’ve never undressed for a man like this before.
“Open your blouse.”
I bite down so hard I’m surprised I don’t draw blood, but my hands reach tentatively to my blouse. Aware I’m doing exactly what he wants, I should feel more ashamed than I do.
Sex is for marriage; at least, that’s what I used to think and believe. It’s what I knew back then. Yet here I am, giving this man my body because it feels good. No other motive, just bliss. Maybe that’s all there is to know. Maybe I’ve been doing it wrong this whole time.
I undo my buttons to my belly, my eyes never leaving his. He could cut glass with his stare.
His eyes dip and he grunts; “Pull it open, let me see.” He’s still playing with me and I’ve no time to feel embarrassed about how wet I am, but when I pull my blouse open, he stares at my bra covered breasts and mutters, “Holy fuck.”
My bra isn’t anything fancy. I don’t wear lacy stuff, or anything sexy, it’s just a mom-bra, I guess. It holds the girls in and it’s comfortable with a wide band, but Brew seems to like it.
“Pull those babies out. Let me see.”
I hesitate, but only because he’s pulling my panties aside, his fingers flush against my wetness as a low growl permeates between us. “So fuckin’ wet for me, baby.”
Baby.
Oh, this man.
He rubs my folds, then nudges my clit, and I make a sound I’ve never made before. Brew knows it, and he’s enjoying watching me squirm. Since he’s making me feel so good, a little peek couldn’t hurt… I let the straps fall off my shoulders and, even though my cheeks flame red, I pull the material down so my breasts pop out.
He glares down, his ministrations pausing as his free hand reaches my breast and he squeezes it. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect, look at those tits.”
His crude words send a fire right through me. I begin to pant as he plucks my nipple, then flicks my clit at the same time. I know it’s coming; I feel the heat between my legs as my orgasm builds. Brew telling me I’m perfect is all the encouragement I need.
“Oh, B-Brew,” I moan. “Right there, I’m… I’m….”
“Dylan,” he reminds me. “Call me Dylan when you come, I wanna hear it loud and clear or you won’t get any more.”
I cry out, my orgasm hitting me as he presses my clit harder with his thumb. “Dylan,” I moan, my hand holding his wrist. “Oh, yes, yes,yes!”
My vision blurs as I hit a crescendo and it feels as if the whole universe is turning on its axis. And maybe it is.
Before I know what to do, his mouth is on me, on my breast. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, and my hands move into his hair. “You fuckin’ come so good, Erica. Such a good girl,” he mutters, and he just keeps playing with me.
When he gets too frustrated, he leans down, pulls at my panties and then slides them off my body. He stuffs them into the top pocket of his cut as I stare at him.
Before I know what’s happening, one finger slides into me and I gasp. He slowly pulls it out, then slides it in again. “So fuckin’ wet, can feel you all over my hand.”
“I-I’ve never, uh, done that before.”
“Done what?” he murmurs. “Don’t be shy.”
He moves his mouth to my other breast and I watch him devour me. I can’t help it, it feels so good, and when he slides another finger inside me, my palm presses against his dick.
