Page 47 of Brighton

I AM NO CAVEWOMAN

ELIAS

“Ineed to tell Brax.” I twist my tie around my fingers at my neck, making knots and loops so familiar to me, I could do this in my sleep.

I’m standing in my bathroom, watching Bright strut around in an incredibly sheer, pale pink bathrobe that shows every curve and swell of her body, and displays her toned legs.

“Down boy,” I say to my cock.

In the almost three months we’ve been together, I’ve never once looked at her and not wanted to be balls deep in her perfect pussy, not once thought I’d be okay to get around to fucking her later. It’s always a fight not to want to be inside her.

“What’d you say?”

“About Brax or about my dick?”

She whirls and scrunches up her face. “Add that to my list of things I never want to think about in the same sentence.”

“I need to go see Jon today. The developers have gone quiet, and I don’t think it’s because they’ve given up.” I’m missing something. I’ve thought that all along. “So I’ll be out of pocket more than I’d like.”

“You’ll be shocked to hear I’m spending my day at the stables.” She rolls her eyes wildly as if her sarcasm wasn’t evident in her words.

I finish knotting my tie and slide it to the notch below my collar before reaching over to cup her ass cheek.

“There’s something to be said for consistency.”

“The word you’re looking for is ‘rut.’” She pulls the mascara wand from the tube and begins inking her lashes.

“You’re not in a rut, darlin’. You’re doing what you love, and there’s something beautiful about that.”

I slide flush to her back, sliding my hand into that skimpy robe, letting my palm splay on her belly to hold her tight to me.

“Speaking of doing something you love…” She trails off, meeting my eyes in the mirror, pushing her ass back into my growing cock.

“Fuck, baby.” I slide my hand down to her pussy. “You wet already?” My lips hit the back of her neck as she spreads her legs. I let my fingers play, entering her, stroking her and stretching her.

She holds my eyes in the mirror, dropping her mascara to the counter, and sliding an arm back around my neck, arching her perfect tits toward our reflection. With her other hand, she tugs open the robe.

When she reaches inside to pinch a nipple, I growl. “Darlin’, you know you tempt me. I don’t need a seduction act.”

“Not trying to seduce you, Eli. Just letting you do something you love today.” She rides my hand, holding my gaze in the mirror, pushing back into my rock-hard erection.

“Well, if you insist.” I undo my belt, drop my pants, and guide myself to her center. I slide through her wetness, teasing us both. “Tip your ass, Bright, and hold on to the counter.”

She does, and I slam home.

“Fuck, darlin’. How did I get so lucky?”

I’m not interested in sweet or slow, and by the way Bright is moving against me, she’s not either. She rears back on my cock. The only sound I hear is the sound of our breathing and our bodies slapping echoing off the tiles in the bathroom.

“You’re fucking perfect.”

Her head drops as her eyes close.

“Brighton.”

Her head snaps up. “Don’t close your eyes, baby.”

“I need to come, Eli.”

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