Page 30 of Protecting Bree
Sensitive? Hell, she was more than sensitive.
“Oh!” she breathed, as she felt her orgasm approaching like a runaway freight train with no brakes.
Between one breath and the next, she was flying.
She’d had orgasms before, of course she had, most she’d given herself. But this one, with Smiley’s rough, calloused fingers stroking her clit, his cock deep inside her body, the way he looked at her with such reverence and lust, left all the others in the dust.
Reaching down, Bree grabbed hold of Smiley’s forearms and dug her fingernails in as she flew over the edge. Her entire body shook as pleasure flooded her. It was overwhelming, and she knew with certainty that he’d ruined her for any other man.
“So damn beautiful,” Smiley whispered, and then, to Bree’s immense pleasure and relief, he began to move.
His cock slid easily in and out of her soaked body, the sounds they created as he made love to her almost embarrassing.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Bree forced her eyes to open all the way as she met his gaze.
“That’s it. Don’t look away from me. I want to see you go over again.”
“I don’t think?—”
“You will,” he interrupted, obviously knowing what she was going to say.
Bree wanted to roll her eyes, call him cocky once more. But she lost all sense of what they were talking about when his thumb brushed against her clit again. She hadn’t realized he still had one hand between them as he thrust in and out of her.
She couldn’t help but jerk under his touch. She was sensitive. Almost painfully so. But he didn’t let up. He played her like a professional pianist. A maestro. Like a rock star strumming his guitar. The metaphors shot through her brain, one after the other, as Smiley lasted a lot longer the second time around. And then she could no longer think at all.
Her second orgasm wasn’t as powerful as the first, but when Smiley propped himself over her with both hands and began to fuck her hard and fast, it seemed to go on and on. Every time he bottomed out, the pressure on her clit prolonged her pleasure.
Throughout it all, Bree kept her gaze locked on Smiley’s. There were so many emotions swirling in his eyes, she couldn’t separate them all out. This was more intimate than anything she’d ever done before. Somehow looking into his eyes connected them on a level she’d never experienced with previous lovers.
Even as Smiley came, he didn’t close his eyes. Didn’t look away from her.
They only lost eye contact when he seemed to deflate like a popped balloon. He collapsed onto her chest but didn’t crush her. Instead he immediately rolled, taking her with him.
She let out a small girly shriek of surprise, then nuzzled into him, loving being on top, using him as a pillow. One of his hands came to rest on her ass, holding her against him, keeping his cock from slipping out.
Bree felt exhausted. And almost embarrassed, for some reason. She’d never been that uninhibited before. That desperate to have a guy. Did he think less of her, now that she’d slept with him?
“That was…wow,” Smiley murmured.
Bree grinned against his shoulder. It sounded like he was just as wrung out as she was, which made her feel a little better. Lifting her head so she could see his face, she noted his cheeks were pink and his chest was blotchy. His hair was mussed and he had a sheen of sweat on his brow.
He was beautiful.
“This isn’t something I usually do,” Bree blurted.
His brows furrowed. “What? Sleep?”
“Sleep with someone after only knowing them for such a short time. One-night stands.”
Every muscle in his body tensed, and she knew that, because she could feel it happening all along her body.
“First, this isn’t a one-night stand. That implies that it’s a one-time thing. That’s not what’s happening here. Second, we know each other. You’ve been stalking me for a while now, and I’ve more than done my research on you. And third, I’ve never been a fan of having sex just for the sake of sex. I’ve got my fist, and that’s enough when I need to get off.
“This is different. Special. And if you don’t agree, if you just needed a tension reliever…you need to climb off me right this second, and I’ll go sleep in the living room like I have been.”
By the end of his little speech, Smiley sounded pissed. Any warm, fuzzy feelings he might’ve had after his orgasm, she’d obviously ruined.
