Page 79 of Dirty Like Brody
I’d settle, though, forakiss.
It was a fucking start,right?
But then her hand strayed over my chest and caught my nipple through my shirt, her fingernails scratching as she squeezed at me… and pure sex coursed through me, all other thought fleeingmyhead.
Within seconds I’d peeled off her sweater, yanked her tank top up and bared her tits. She wasn’t wearingabra.
I looked into her eyes, big and dark, beautiful…aroused.
“Brody…” shebreathed.
I ran my hand down her curves. I kissed her neck… the swell of her full, round breasts. Took her hard nipples in my mouth, licking, sucking at the flushed pink tips as she panted softly. I went slowly at first, my heartbeat throbbing through me, urging me to hurry the fuck up as my dick throbbed along, but I went slow. Feeling her heat up under my touch… listening to her breaths quicken, soften, grow more desperate. She had towantthis.
Hadto.
If she didn’t… I was finally gonna go ahead and just die. Put myself out of my fuckingmisery.
If she turned my ass down one more time… walked away from me again… I could not fuckingtakeit.
Her furry slippers went next, then her leggings. Gone. She was in her tank top, kind of, and lace panties, and as much as I wanted to paw her like some rabid dog in heat, I was mindful of the cold and covered her withmybody.
She didn’tcomplain.
She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me down to her. I kissed her again, deep, rocking my hips against hers because I couldn’t fucking help it. I tried to keep still, to calm the fuck down and just let her lead a bit, let her come to me so I’d be sure of what she wanted. But what she wanted was pretty fucking clear as she spread her legs and ground her pussy againstmydick.
I stirred, restless, fighting the urge to take her, just fuck her right through those lace panties. I was sweating… almost shaking as I held myself back. I’d never been so crazed withdesire.
At least… not since she’d been inmybed.
Yeah. We kept this up, I was about thirty seconds from coming in my pants like a fucking kid. Like I’d come for her when I was twenty-two and she was seventeen, rolling around in my bed, in secret, in the middle of the night. Just from kissing her, I’d come; barely even anytongue.
Only that time I was fully dressed, and I didn’t tell her I’d blown my load; I was too fucking afraid I’d scare her off. Lame,right?
And here I was, thirty, messing around with her again, in secret, and she had me ready to explode… although this time, she was starting to undo myjeans.
“Brody,” she gasped against my mouth. “I want to makeyoucome…”
I drew back, away from her seeking hands. If she took my dick out, it wasallover.
“Yeah, sweetheart. You first.” I kissed her bare stomach, moving down her body. “I wannatasteyou.”
I looked up at her face as I reached her panties. She looked at me like she’d never wanted anything more; like she was seconds from going off in an explosion of lust whether I touched herornot.
She looked likeIfelt.
My balls pulled up tight as I smoothed her lace panties down over her hips and I saw her for the first time. Her pussy… beautiful, just like the rest of her. She wriggled in anticipation as I breathed on her. My tongue found her sweetness, slick and wet, delicate, and I groaned involuntarily as I swiped up, taking my first taste of her pinkflesh.
“You go off,” I told her, my eyes finding hers again, “I’m rightbehindyou.”
“Brody… yeah…” she sighed, and I dove in deeper, finding her opening, hot and wet and waiting for me. I tasted her, inside, out, and as I licked my way up to her clit, nudging at the firmness under her softness, she went off. She cried out, grabbing at my hair in fistfuls, holding me there as I took her in mymouth.
I sucked on her, hard, then caressed her gently, watching her reactions… and as she came—arching her back and gasping… then came crashing down, relaxing onto the couch—I could feel the walls falling down, shattering around us. Something opened in her as she lookedatme.
She bucked a little as I licked her again, and I felt her soften… her big brown eyeswatchingme.
“Come here,” she said, breathing softandfast.
I crawled up over her; her head was thrown back on the cushion, her long hair fanned out around her, and she was looking at me that way she did; the way she used to long ago. The way no other woman had ever looked at me… like I was the only man who’d evermattered.
