Page 29 of Becoming Brandy

“It’s yours.” She’d say anything to him right now.

His hand trailed down her neck, fingers grazing her exposed collarbone. “I want this neck.”

“You can have it,” she said, leaning toward him.

His hands pulled at her shirt, tugging down the V until the tops of her breasts were exposed. She watched them heave as his fingers slid over the mounds of flesh. “I want these, too.”

“Take them,” she moaned.

Both hands gripped her breasts and squeezed. Her nipples were hard as glass and so sensitive. She arched into him, wanting to urge him on. As if sensing her desire, he yanked her shirt down, exposing her bra. Then he pulled that down, too, letting her nipples free.

Exposed and yearning for his touch, she could barely stand to wait as he stared at her nakedness. “What are you waiting for?” she asked, reaching for him.

He gently pushed her hands away. “If these are mine,” he said with heavy-lidded eyes, “then I want to enjoy them.”

Still panting with want, she watched as his head bent down, his mouth angling closer. The anticipation of his touch drove her crazy.

The flick of his tongue on one nipple made her buck and groan. Just one flick. She felt her core slicken in anticipation. But he was driving her mad with waiting. “You’re taking so long.”

“They’re mine,” he said with a grin. “I get to do what I want.”

Starting to protest, her comment died as he sucked the nipple into his mouth. The pressure of his teeth grazing against that pleasure center felt so damn good. He licked and bit until she was gripping his forearms like a madwoman.

“The other one,” she pleaded.

“Is mine as well,” he said. He skimmed his tongue across her cleavage before centering himself over the neglected nipple.

When he gave the nipple a lick, he flicked the other with his finger. Both sensations at once made her squirm. He began working each nipple in tandem.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She clawed for his pants, wanting them off.

“No,” he said, pushing this advance away. “I get to take my time.”

Groaning, she submitted. Normally, she wanted to be in control after years of being subservient to her clients, but being with Tork was different. His worship of her body felt amazing, both physically and spiritually. He was drawing things out of her she hadn’t even known she had buried.

She couldn’t ponder it further because he was picking her up and lowering her to the ground. Surprisingly, there were no rocks or sticks beneath them, only smooth soft grass. It was his simulation after all. He could do what he wanted to the room. And her body.

Once he had her flat on her back, Tork gripped her thighs and knelt between them. “I claim these thighs, too. Or are they already spoken for?”

Gazing up at him, she shook her head. “All yours.”

A broad smile spread across his face. She watched as he undid her pants and slid them down, revealing her long legs. His eyes traced her skin hungrily. Licking his lips, he ran his hands down her thighs and back up, fingertips stopping just below the band of her panties.

She shivered. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on his touch.

Fingertips trailed along her inner thigh. They slipped along the edge of her panties playfully.

“What about this?” he said in a low growl. “Has anyone claimed this?”

Her eyes fluttered open.

He licked his lips again, staring at her most sensitive region like he was ready to dive in.

“It’s mine,” she said, watching him.

“It’s yours?” he asked, fingers stroking all around the fabric. “That’s too bad. If it were mine, the things I would do to it… I could make it very happy.” At the last word, his fingers trailed up her slit. Even though it was over the fabric, it lit her on fire.

She lifted her hips. “What would you do to it?”

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