Page 29 of Frosty Felicity
CHAPTER TEN
Twist and Shout
Felicity’s eyes fixed on the electric hearth in Brett’s bedroom. Framed by white pillars, it was a work of art all on its own. Orange and yellow flames danced over faux wooden logs, and the room heated up in no time with a mere flick of a switch. Gray, silver, and white were his decor colors of choice, and instead of artwork featuring snow-covered cabins in the woods, or sunlit beaches, he’d opted for cool-toned abstracts, fine art reproductions, and geometrically shaped mirrors, much to her surprise. In one corner was a small white bark covered tree aglow in white lights, and a matching white bark corner desk on the other side of the area displayed family photos, an old-fashioned clock radio, and a closed laptop.
His bedroom trappings were classy, the walls a pale gray, the perfect backdrop to the pieces, and his design style in this particular room, if she had to label it, was a mixture of modern and rustic. He turned on a television, and it went straight to a musical playlist. Within seconds, Gemaine’s, ‘Freaky’ began to play, and the mood shifted from the love and adoration they’d shared in the kitchen, to an invitation to carnal explorations, passionate pleasures, and crashing waves of arousal.
She drowned in the whole surreal nature of the moment. The ocean of emotion in his eyes took any lingering reservations she might have had away, and now, she craved his touch. Craved him sinking into her wetness.
Taking a fistful of the white sheets as she sat on the edge of his bed, she watched him walk around to light several candles. He’s a romantic. A man like him wouldn’t just keep candles lying about for nothing.
“I’m going to finish setting the mood, and get comfortable,” he said, his deep voice adding to her already astronomical yearning for him.
“I want your mouth on me. Your mind on me, too.” She twisted the sheets around her fingers so tight, a dull pain radiated throughout her hand.
He held her gaze for a moment, then went to yank the gray and white curtains closed. When he pulled his shirt over his head and flung it on the floor, leaving his dark hair in slight disarray and exposing sculpted muscles covered in ink, a wave of heat rushed through her. Gorgeous face, gorgeous body.
She followed suit, removing her top, then getting on her knees on the mattress and undoing her navy-blue Victoria’s Secret bra. Her small breasts sprang forward, and she reached for one, lightly running her hand along the nipple, making it harden with the slightest touch. Sometimes, during such encounters, she’d shy away from exposing her tits, feeling subconscious about their small size, concerned her lover might not find them perky enough.
Brett, on the other hand, focused on them with great intensity… then smiled.
“Shit. You’re beautiful…”
He started to close the distance between them, discarding more of his attire as he approached. A watch, a ring he wore in his right hand, the jogging pants… He kept going until he was down to his black boxer-briefs. She swallowed in delight as she eyed the long, thick dick, swathed like a present below the cotton wrapping paper, the underwear begging to be torn away and the prize beneath revealed. Her body burned and ached for him, from the tips of the curls on her head, down past the gold chain on her right ankle, to the warm soles of her feet.
Slipping her thumb along the lacey edges of her panties, she shimmied them down her hips, and the air felt unexpectedly cool as it licked her wet pearl. Allowing the panties to slip from her grip onto the floor, she got off by the way his eyes took her in, and his neck constricted, the Adam’s apple bobbing as he regarded her with nothing short of all-consuming lust.
The bed bowed from the heavy weight as he cornered her and cradled her in his arms, lowering her down onto the bed while crushing any residual doubts with a kiss. Soft lips pressed against hers. She cradled the back of his head as their tongues glided against one another. He was soooo heavy… so lovely… so powerful.
She raised her gaze to the ceiling as their bodies glided against one another, and purred when he knocked her thighs apart with a nudge of his knee. Nestled against her neck, soft lips traced the sensitive skin. She smiled as he licked, nibbled her earlobe, then returned to her neck, delivering kisses like Santa dropping off presents under children’s Christmas trees.
Her muscles clenched when he put himself in reverse, slowly disappearing down her form. His soft hair brushed against the valley between her breasts. With one big hand he cupped her left breast, while he wrapped the other around her waist. He glanced into her eyes, kissed her deeply, then wrapped his mouth around her right nipple, sending her purring and soaring. She could feel spurts of warmth as he breathed out of his nose and gave her left breast a massage while devouring the other. Switching sides, he gave the same love and devotion to the other nipple while Niykee Heaton’s, ‘Bad Intentions’ played.
“How do you like to be eaten?” he asked before placing a final kiss against the soft tissue of her breast. Rising up onto his palms, he looked down at her with hooded eyes barely disguising his cravings…
“How do I like to be eaten?”
Her hips rolled as he slipped his finger down her stomach, then rested it right above her pelvic bone. Shoulders between her thighs, he relaxed his chin against her thigh, his stubble pressing into her skin. She could now hear her own accelerated heartbeat.
“Yeah. How do you like your pussy handled for oral?”
“Well, what’s on the menu?”
“I can do it however you want it, or you can try out the Brett special.” His lips curled, then he ran his mouth along her zone, slow and easy, teasing her so. She watched with bated breath as he closed his eyes and traced her pussy with his tongue and lips. The gentlest of touches made her hot all over.
“I’ll try the Brett special. Sounds interesting.”
As if on cue, Rayven Justice’s, ‘Between Your Thighs,’ ft. Young Greatness filled the room.
As though holding out his hands to receive a gift, he stretched his arms forward, then slipped his palms under her ass, tipping her toward his mouth. Eyes closed, he ran his mouth all along her pussy, the opening of the folds with a slip of his tongue an interesting measure. She found his technique noteworthy—no use of hands.
Her pelvic area was heated from his breathing as he slipped his tongue up and down her slit, slow and easy, pausing at her clit over and over again. He moved a bit faster at each pass, until at last he slipped one hand away from her ass, pressed it against her inner thigh to widen his working space, and flicked that tongue all over her clit until she was screaming with pleasure. Her sighs overwhelmed her, covering the lyrics to a nasty song, becoming her own soundtrack to a pussy done right.
“Oh, God! Feels so good!” She jerked and bumped against his mouth, running her fingers through his hair as she rolled against the sweet embrace of ecstasy.
His concentration was a thing of beauty, for not once did he stop or linger too long. No matter how loud she screamed, how she clawed and tore at the sheets, he stayed the course—steady and easy, working her up until she had no choice but to detonate, her juices flowing like poetry. Slipping his other hand away from her, he pressed into her other inner thigh, forcing her wide open as he sucked and slurped her dripping cherry with a hunger she could feel with each blow of his rigid tongue.
“You taste so good, baby…” he groaned between licks.
