Page 75 of Smoke Show

When we were both naked, she finally deigned to kiss me. It started as a soft brush, but quickly turned greedy. I inserted my thigh between Eve’s, loving the way she undulated against me, so close to where I wanted her. Her slick heat beckoned, but I held back, trying to abide by the unspoken rules of our game.

“Do you want to touch me?” Eve invited, pausing to catch her breath.

“Almost more than I want my next breath,” I murmured, aching to slide into her heat.

“Then I’m yours. Make me yours, Brady.”

I wanted to read everything into her words. But for the moment, I’d take the physical satisfaction she offered.

“You are so sexy,” I breathed, cupping her breasts, lavishing attention on her nipples.

Eve squirmed, silently urging me to find the source of her pleasure. Abiding by her soundless demands, I stroked lower, sliding between her thighs to test her readiness.

“You’re so wet. So hot.”

“I ache, Brady. Touch me.”

She trembled as I stroked deeper, circling her slick entrance, trying to find the source of her pleasure. Eve attacked me with open mouth kisses as I nudged gently but firmly at the right spot. Greedy for her, I sank into our kiss, aware enough to keep rubbing until she broke our connection, arching above me, shuddering out her climax.

She paused, breathing hard, cheeks flushed, and I admired my handiwork. Eve was magnificent like this, warm and ready, lush and heavy-lidded with the remnants of her release.

She slid away, and I groaned at the loss of her heat. I wanted nothing more than to sink into her, find my own release. Agony over her abandonment was swiftly replaced with eagerness as she gripped me in her hand, stroking from base to tip. Raw pleasure from her touch clouded my vision. When I could focus again, I saw she held a condom in the hand that wasn’t wrapped tightly around me.

“Do you want me to put it on you?”

“Hell, yes.”

Eve fumbled the condom out of its package, her eagerness making my breath come faster. She sheathed me with a sensual grip that renewed my ache to be inside her.

I lay sprawled across my bed, panting, waiting for her next move. The edge of anticipation pressed under my skin, making me ache. My whole body clenched, drawn tight. I wanted nothing more than to grab, take, and bring us both to bliss. But that wasn’t the point of tonight’s game. Shuddering, I willed myself to stay still, watching Eve carefully.

She licked her lips and another quake wracked my body. I wanted her heat.

“Eve?” I said, my voice cracking. “I want to fuck you more than I want to breathe. Tell me you want it too.”

Her eyes darkened. “Such rough language, Brady.”

“You take me to the edge, then push me over,” I admitted on a gasp as she crawled over me, rubbing her slit along my erection, teasing me with her wet heat.

Slowly, she arched, taking me inside her, until I was seated to the hilt.

My vision washed out, leaving only the image of her, wild and abandoned, burned beneath my eyelids.

I wanted to move, to fill her full until she screamed my name, but I clutched at the bedspread beneath me, waiting for her signal.

“Make love to me, Brady.”

At Eve’s invitation, I arched up, rocking against her. That first stroke nearly took my head off, but I forced myself to breathe, striving for control. Eve and I locked hands, and I strained to open my eyes, unwilling to miss one second of being inside her.

Everything about Eve drew me. I’d never felt so in sync with another person. Like I’d met my match. Could share all of my secrets. Filthy or flirty, she more than checked the boxes, she’d sunk inside me until I couldn’t separate my emotions from the overwhelming drive to be with her. Part of her. I’d bypassed lust and slipped straight into love. It was the ultimate risk, giving her my heart, and totally worth it.

It was on the tip of my tongue to confess, but I held back at the last second. Instead, I gazed into her eyes, trying to convey the depth of my feelings without saying a word.

I used our joined for leverage, pounding deeper, sliding in and out of her depths until the strokes threatened to buck us from the bed. Eve ground back as good as she got, riding me until we were both slick with sweat. I strained, hammering harder. Eve’s dark eyes closed, and shudders overtook her as she rode her climax to the end. Waves of her orgasm lapped at my self-control, finally pushing me over the edge and into my own release.

Eve collapsed on top of me, and I worked to catch my breath, stroking her hair as our bodies calmed.“We should do that again,” Eve murmured, sounding sleepy and satisfied.

“Easy, Tiger. I might need a few minutes to recover,” I admitted. “You’re sexier than a woman has any right to be, but I’m only human.”

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