Page 30 of Save Me
Beth rolled her eyes. “Everyone in the pizzeria could see it, the way the two of you were drooling over one another all night.”
“I… we…” He thought of denying it, but then smirked. “Thanks.” He quickly kissed Beth on the cheek and rushed back outside to where Crissy was putting the wagon away beside the walkway to the pool house.
Without giving her a chance to say anything, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He felt her relax against his chest as he walked them to the door of the pool house.
She fumbled with the lock, and they practically fell inside, laughing.
“You’ll tell me if I go too fast?” he asked her as she pulled his button-up shirt off his shoulders.
“Yes,” she agreed, and then she bent down and licked his shoulder before biting it softly. “You taste even better than you look,” she moaned softly. “Put your hands on me.” She covered his hands and moved them up to her breasts. Another moan escaped her lips, and he felt his entire body go hard.
“God,” he said before covering her lips again.
“I want you inside me,” she said against his mouth.
“Yes, soon.” He bent down to run his mouth down her neck. He trailed his tongue over her soft skin, lapping up her scent as he played with her tight nipples through the soft cotton blouse she wore.
Instead of pulling it off her, he gently pulled it up until he’d exposed her belly. There he ran his fingers over the hem of the cotton skirt that she was wearing. When she wrapped her leg around his and pushed her body against him, he figured he had to change something or his time with her would be over far too fast.
He stepped back, and her eyes went wide when he dropped to his knees in front of her. Lifting the skirt, he kept his eyes locked with hers as he slowly ran his hands up her legs.
“You’re so soft,” he said, enjoying the feeling of her long legs in his hands. He couldn’t remember wanting someone so bad before. Sure, it had been a while since he’d been with anyone, but he’d had dry spells before. This was different. Being with her was… different. “So… smooth,” he added with a smile. She rolled her head back against the door and sighed.
“Oh god,” she said when he ran a finger slowly over her silk underwear.
“Do you like that?” he asked. When she nodded, he said, “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to feel your skin against mine,” she said easily. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“My fingers?” he asked, watching her face.
“Your fingers. Your tongue. Your dick.” She shifted until her legs were a little wider.
He smiled. “In that order?”
She opened her eyes and looked down at him. “Yes,” she said softly as he slipped a finger under the silk barrier between them.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Crissy tried to hold it together. With Brock’s fingers rubbing her clit outside her silk panties, she knew that it would be a matter of seconds before she exploded.
After all, hadn’t this been building for a while? She was like a volcano, ready to burst. Then he slid a finger over her skin, and she couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip and wait for him.
“Tell me,” he said again.
“I… please, Brock. I need a release,” she begged, her fingers digging into his hair as he hovered between her thighs.
His finger slid inside her first, and she thought for sure that she was going to burst, but then his tongue lapped at her clit and everything that she’d been holding inside, that she’d kept locked away for years, rushed forth. She cried out his name as her body writhed and vibrated with the release.
“My god, Crissy.” Brock’s voice shook her moments later, and she realized he was carrying her. When he laid her down on her bed, she pulled him down on top of him.
“More. Again,” she said, kissing him.
He covered her body, resting between her opened thighs. She felt him rubbing his hard dick against the outside of her panties.
“Why are there still so many barriers?” she asked, trying to pull his cotton shorts off his hips.
He pulled away and she removed her skirt and panties while he undressed. When he came back to her, they were skin to skin except for the rubber she’d watched him slide on.
