Page 5 of The Curveball
“Nah, my ego could use the boost.”
I make sure to exaggerate my eye roll, then lean down and kiss him. Lifting up on his knees, he presses me back against the couch, easily taking control. My hands roam the muscles of his shoulders and his back, and through the dusting of hair covering his chest; everywhere I can touch, I do.
When his lips close around my nipple, I cry out his name, arching my back.
“Yes,” I pant as he teases me, switching from one side to the other.
I’ve always had sensitive breasts, and nothing gets me hotter than nipple play. Brady must be really good at reading the situation because he doesn’t move on quickly like so many other guys would.
He stays there. Twisting my nipples gently, grazing his teeth over them, swirling his tongue around them, and blowing on them until I’m writhing underneath him. As much as I can, given the weight of his muscular body resting on me.
Just when I feel like I can’t take any more, he backs off. My eyes fly open, my fingernails digging into his shoulders. “Wh-why? What?” I stumble over my words as he slowly drags his touch up and down my sides.
“Just making sure you’re enjoying yourself.”
I nod eagerly. “Very much. Please continue.”
It doesn’t take long until I’m overwhelmed in the best possible way by contradicting sensations. Hot andcold from his tongue and then his breath blowing on my skin. The slight pain when he tugs my nipple with his teeth and the soft press of his kiss. Brady brings me back to the edge quickly, and this time, I know I need more.
I bring my hands to the top of his jeans and try to find the button. I feel his lips turn up against my skin, and then he lifts his head to look at me.
“I need you naked,” I demand.
“I’m on board with that,” he replies, pushing up to stand and pulling me up so quickly, I stumble right into his chest.
Our lips meet for another kiss, and it’s laced with desperation and need this time. His hands and mine are fumbling with each other’s pants, until finally I burst out laughing and push his hands away.
“You do yours; I’ll do mine.”
“Good plan.”
Finally, we’re naked, and I take a second to appreciate what’s in front of me.
“You done staring, Hurricane?” Brady asks, amusement clear in his tone. I hold up one finger and bite my lip.
When he laughs, his beautiful cock bounces and I look up at him enthralled, with an impish grin. “Now I’m done.”
He shakes his head, then spins me around. “Hands and knees on the couch. It’s my turn.”
I move onto the couch, twisting to look at him over my shoulder, my hair falling to the side. “As long as you do more than just look.”
With a glance up at me, Brady winks, then drops back to his knees. “Trust me. I plan to do a lot more.”
That’s the only warning I get before his tongue licks a stripe from my clit all the way to my ass.
“Oh my fucking God,” I gasp, my hips arching off the couch.
“That feels good?”
“Mm-hmm,” I whimper.
“Good.” He kneads the globes of my ass, looking at me heatedly. “I’ve got you.”
And for some reason, even though he’s basically a stranger, I believe him. I’ve always trusted my gut, and right now, it’s telling me Brady is the kind of man to make damn sure a woman is satisfied. He’s got that protective, caregiver vibe written all over him.
If I was someone else, someone willing to be tied down, he’s the kind of man I’d want.
When he bends back down, I rest my cheek on the back of the couch. His thumbs part my folds, and his tongue teases my clit in slow circles. He rumbles an appreciative sound before sliding through my slit, dipping in and out lightly. “You’re fucking delicious.”
