Page 71 of Strung Along

Our mouths move in time, both of us famished for more. More of this connection that can’t seem to stop zapping between us. I tangle our tongues before nipping at the soft cushion of her bottom lip, swallowing her surprised moan.

Anna’s nails scratch at my scalp, the grip on my hair her anchor as she tugs me closer, allowing me to devour her mouth with a vigour that she returns with equal force. A sharp possessiveness thrums through me, urging me to bring her even closer, to tuck her into my chest and keep her there forever.

Never loved the feeling of a woman in my arms as much as I do this one. That thought drives me as I drop my hold on her and shrug off my suit jacket. Wide brown eyes watch my every move, lust blown as they trace the lines of my arms and shoulders, even lingering on my hands as I fist the jacket before laying it flat on the counter behind her.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that and it’ll give me a complex,” I warn before grabbing her by the waist and perching her on top of my jacket.

“Looking at you like what?”

Her swollen lips part as she stares, the counter levelling our height difference so I don’t have to crane my neck when I kiss her again, letting the taste of her fill my mouth. Soft and sweet and mine, a heady combination I want to drink down for the rest of my days.

I drag the length of my nose down over her cheek and along the underside of her jaw, scraping the smooth, pale skin with my beard. Inhaling, I palm her thighs, just above her knees, before spreading them enough to wedge myself between them.

“Like you want to lay claim to me,” I groan, curling my fingers in the heavy silk of her dress. It falls open at the movement, and a glance down at her lap has my cock kicking in my slacks.

She sucks in a breath that draws my eyes from the bare expanse of thigh exposed from the high slit of her dress and back up to her deep brown ones. “I do. So, so badly.”

A deep, purely animal noise escapes me at her confidence. Her teeth pull at her bottom lip, sinking deep into it before my thumb is there, untucking it. I pinch it between my fingertips and tug, rolling the soft plushness until it reddens the colour of a fresh-picked raspberry.

“Go ahead. I’m aching to do the same fuckin’ thing.”

I barely get the words out before she’s grasping at my button-up and popping the remaining buttons open with a surprising amount of skill. Inch by inch, she exposes my chest, leaving the bottom few buttons closed before grabbing my hair again, forcing our lips back together. I can’t stop kissing her. Can’t stop the exploration of my hands either, not as they cup her thighs and her waist and then her thighs again, gripping higher this time. She’s hot to the touch, burning with the same desire I feel deep in my belly.

“Do it,” she gasps, peeling our lips apart to arch her neck, offering it to me.

“Tell me to stop at any time, Anna. I mean it. Refuse to cross any lines with you, but I have to touch you now. Can’t wait any longer.”

I’m half out of my mind, all the blood in my body running south to the rigid length of me. I’m behaving like a caveman, but she goes soft in my arms, melting like butter in a microwave.

“Yes, Brody. Please.”

She spreads her thighs as far as they’ll go in the confines of her dress, and I take the offering like the greedy, desperate man I am. Finding the bottom hem of her dress, I grip it tight and glide it up her thighs, trying to steady the excited shake of my fingers as they scrape along the length of smooth, delicate skin. I grind my teeth together, damn near close to blowing at the feel of her alone.

“So soft,” I breathe. The higher I climb, the hotter she gets. “So hot and smooth.”

She hums low in her throat, forehead falling forward to rest on my chest so she can watch as I explore. “You forgot something.”

“What’s that, sweetheart?” I still my hand, waiting for the answer. Nothing prepares me for it.

“Soft, hot, smooth, and very, very wet.”

“Christ,” I hiss, throat growing tighter and tighter.

I’m burying my face in her throat and sucking the skin into my mouth before I can think twice about it. Pushing my hand higher up the inside of her thigh, I bypass the thin barrier of her panties and delve my fingers through the wet skin I find waiting for me. She whimpers, stifling a cry while leaning back on the counter and tipping her head back. Chest arched, she presents her covered breasts and the hard peaks of her nipples to the ceiling. I’m quick to stroke her slippery pussy while freeing her tit from its place in her dress and taking her nipple between my lips.

Twirling my tongue around it, I watch her from beneath my lashes, taking in her every reaction to my touch, searching for what she likes best. The first brush of my thumb over her clit makes her jump, nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. I do it again, just once, before circling her entrance with a careful finger, exploring softly.

“More,” she gasps, hips shifting into my touch.

I hover my teeth over her nipple and apply gentle pressure, a warning. “Don’t rush me. Want to explore you and learn what makes you scream. What will have you drippin’ down my wrist.”

“Brody.”

It’s the most beautiful my name has ever sounded.

“Been a long time comin’, baby. I want to devour you.”

“So devour me. I don’t need slow. I need to come so bad after all the teasing you’ve done these past few days.”

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