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“Sorry, I kind of flubbed that one. I need to work out more. Puny biceps.” She climbed onto the bed beside him, urging him to scoot up toward the headboard. “And this is the part where I rub rose petals over your skin, right?”
“I think we’re fresh out of rose petals.”
“Close your eyes.” She loosened her hair from the clip holding it in place at the back of her head. He closed his eyes. She leaned over him and trailed her long, thick hair over his bel y. “Imagine this is rose petals.”
“I like knowing what it real y is better. Wrap it around my cock.”
“We’re being tender, Brian, remember?”
“That’s not tender?”
“Tenderness doesn’t involve your c**k at al and especial y not wrapping my hair around it.”
His eyes flipped open. “You’re kidding!”
She covered his lips with her fingers. “Shhh. Close your eyes.”
He hesitated for a moment and then obeyed.
“I’m going to touch every inch of you,” she whispered. “Kiss every inch.”
He grabbed his half-hard c**k and stroked it from base to tip. “Al ten? Give me a minute. He’s not quite ready yet.”
She laughed. “Now who’s making jokes?”
He winked at her. “Sorry. I’l behave.”
Her feather light touches began with his left hand. The bruises had faded and the swel ing had gone down, but she would never forget that terrifying wait for his X-ray results. She’d been convinced that he’d never play guitar again and it would have been al her fault.
She trailed her fingers over the palm of his hand, the thick cal uses on his fingertips, and back to his palm. His fingers curled involuntarily.
Involving her lips now, she kissed his palm while moving her tender touch to his wrist and up his forearm. She sucked his ring finger into her mouth and he groaned. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his c**k twitch in response. She withdrew his finger from her mouth and kissed her way to the inside of his wrist.
Extending her arm, she continued to stroke his skin as she kissed her way up the inside of his forearm to the inner surface of his elbow. Her questing fingers found the crisp hairs surrounding his nipple. She teased the hairs, her middle finger brushing against his nipple as she sucked on the inside of his elbow.
She loved touching him, experiencing his body in slow motion, but soon she was craving his intoxicating touch. She shifted her body so her breast was positioned in his hand. He squeezed gently.
Her nipple strained against his palm, desiring more rigorous attention.
When he relaxed his hold, she moved up his arm again, kissing a trail over his hard biceps toward his shoulder, dragging her hardened nipple over the inside of his forearm. Her bel y clenched with need. Being tender with him was real y turning her on. Her hand slid across his chest as her mouth found his throat.
“Brian,” she murmured, her kisses becoming less tender, more excited as she worked her way up the side of his neck to his ear. She plunged her tongue into his ear and his body jerked.
He chuckled. “Are you getting worked up already, baby?”
“You do this to me, Brian. Only you.” She kissed a trail along the hard angle of his cheekbone and found his mouth. She shifted her body so that his hand was between her thighs. He didn’t move his fingers to touch her though he must feel her heat, her moisture, her need.
“Touch me,” she panted into his mouth.
When he didn’t comply, she tugged her mouth away from his and reached between her legs, guiding his fingers into her body. She rocked her hips against his hand, burying his fingers deeper.
“You’re just not very good at this tenderness stuff, are you?”
She looked down at him and cringed. She’d lost her intent in her own excitement. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not going to pretend I don’t like that I turn you on so much you shove my fingers inside your body. It’s hot.” He twisted his hand slightly and she shuddered. He pul ed his hand away. “Finish what you were doing. I’l f**k you good and hard when you’re finished. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes, hard. And fast. Gentle. Slow. I want it al as long as it involves your neglected cock.”
But she couldn’t neglect it any longer. She turned and slid down the length of his body, bel y-to-bel y but upside down. She took his shaft in her hand and licked its head.
“Mmmmm,” he murmured.
He grabbed her hips and lifted his head to rub his chin against her clit. She gasped and sucked him into her mouth. His tongue traced the emptiness at her core, drawing her attention to the vacant feeling inside until she couldn’t concentrate on anything else. She had to have him. Needed what he gave her. What she could never get enough of. Him. She released his c**k from her mouth and slid down his body, straddling his hips. She didn’t turn to face him, but guided his c**k into her body backwards and sank down, driving him deep.
Whore, Jeremy’s voice whispered through her thoughts.
She hesitated. Brian gasped and tilted his hips to drive himself deeper stil . His fingers ran down the center of her back and she arched backward, her long hair trailing over his chest.
You like that, don’t you, whore?
“Yeah,” she whispered. “Feels good.”
Brian shifted beneath her and she glanced over her shoulder to find him propped up on his elbows, gazing down where their bodies were joined. She smiled and reached down to massage his bal s gently. She rode him slowly, trying to remember he wanted tenderness from her.
He slid a finger up her ass and she gasped, pausing as he plunged it in and out of her several times. “Oh,” she gasped.
“Do you like that?”
“Yeah.”
Filthy whore.
She rubbed her ear against her shoulder, hoping to silence Jeremy’s ever-present criticism. Brian pul ed his finger out and she heard the side table drawer open, fol owed by the hum of a vibrator. He placed a hand on her back to ease her upward and then careful y slid a slender vibrator up her ass. She shuddered.
“Ah,” he gasped, his head dropping back to the bed. “I can feel it inside you, vibrating against my cock.”
She glanced at him over her shoulder. He was biting his lip, his head tilted back in sensual abandon. “Does it feel good?”
“Oh yeah,” he gasped. His bel y clenched as his back arched in ecstasy. “Ride me, sweetheart. Oh God, don’t sit stil .”
“I want to watch your face.”