Page 100 of Brittle Heart

I can’t help but chuckle at that. “Oh really? I don’t think I could stop, even if I tried,” I confess, diving back in for another kiss.

After a few minutes, she gently guides one of my hands from the safe zone near her head and shoulders down her body to the edge of her sweater bunched up at her waist. My fingers brush against her bare skin, causing me to freeze in surprise and look into her eyes, searching her face.

“I meant what I said, Carolina. I can wait. Just having you here in my arms, being able to kiss you, it’s already more than enough,” I reassure her.

But she gazes up at me with those irresistible, intense eyes and whispers, “Touch me, please.”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.Fuck. I was hard before, but now my cock is straining in my pants. Having that sassy mouth whisper such a plea for me is a heady feeling.

Gently, I slide my fingers under her sweater, caressing her silky skin. So soft, incredibly soft. I glance back up into her eyes and promise, “If you want to stop, all you need to do is say the word. I’ll stop immediately, no questions asked. We’re not doing anything you’re not ready for.”

Once again, all she murmurs is, “Please.”

My fingers trace patterns on her belly as my eyes hold hers, trying to read every tiny change in her expression. But all I see is the desire in her gaze. Gradually, I let my hand drift upward, taking my time and giving her every chance to say no. I pause just shy of her chest, my pulse racing in time with hers.

Carefully, I cup her breast over her bra, barely making contact while maintaining eye contact. Her breath hitches. Her bra is soft, and as my thumb lightly grazes across it, her hardened nipple presses beneath the fabric.

“Fuck…” I exhale as my thumb begins to trace small circles around her nipple.

Her eyes flutter shut, and she lets out a soft moan. Encouraged, I give her breast a gentle squeeze before returning to teasing her nipple.

Her breasts are big and full, and I’ve always had to resist the urge to stare at them. Now, having the privilege to touch them is driving me wild. I’m tempted to suck on her nipple, but I know that would be moving too fast.

“Josh,” she breathes out my name, causing my gaze to snap back to hers.

“What do you need, Carolina?”

“More,” she whispers, her eyes full of desire.

“More of what?” I ask, leaning down to nuzzle her neck with a soft kiss.

Responding to my question, she gently takes my wrist and guides my hand from her breast down toward the waistband of her jeans.

When she releases me, I stop, needing to make sure. “Are you sure, Carolina? I—”

“Touch me, Josh,” she interrupts, a deep blush painting her cheeks.

I can’t let her beg again.

She shouldn’t ever have to beg for anything.

I unbutton her jeans, sliding my hand inside over her underwear. Through the fabric, her pussy is so soft, and my mouth waters. I stroke her and let my hand wander farther down until I find a wet spot. I groan, squeezing my eyes shut. My cock is so fucking hard it hurts.

“What?” she asks, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

I lean in close, murmuring against her lips, “You’re wet for me, and it’s driving me crazy.”

Then I claim her lips once more, pressing my finger down more firmly until I locate her clit. She breaks away from the kiss to gasp for air, her eyes meeting mine. I gently circle her clit, and she lets out a soft moan. I desperately hope she’ll let me bring her to the edge. I need to hear more of those sounds.

Maintaining a rhythm, I rub her and lean down to tease her neck with light bites. It seems to be the perfect combination because her hips lift off the bed and her fingers clutch at my covers.

“Come for me, Carolina,” I whisper into her ear, sensing she’s on the brink, but something seems to be holding her back.

I take a chance, sliding her panties to the side while keeping my gaze on her, watching for any hesitation or discomfort. Her eyes are hooded with desire, and her breath is heavy. My finger slips over her clit again, and she shudders.

She is so fucking soft and wet I have to bite my lower lip at the intense feeling. Visions of my cock slipping between her folds, sinking deep inside her, have me groaning.

Circling her clit, I apply a little pressure, then lean down, nipping at her neck. “Come for me, Carolina,” I murmur again, letting my breath whisper against her ear.

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