Bedroom Games
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And he thrust between my clothed legs again.
“Oh?” My voice trembled, my hands skimming his warm chest, gliding over his shoulders. Moving all over him, as if I could trace his entire body with just my fingertips.
“I’d have to stop at these pretty tits,” he said, and one hand went to the buttons of my flannel nightshirt, dragging it open. “Are you wearing a bra?”
“No, no bra.” I didn’t want to point out that most girls didn’t sleep in a bra. I was too into the moment and didn’t want to distract him. I needed to hear what was next.
“Good.” He slid lower, and I felt a pang of disappointment when his hips left the cradle of mine. I wanted his cock rubbing up against my sex, sliding there with delicious friction.
I promptly forgot about it when his mouth moved to my breastbone, kissing the now-exposed valley of my cleavage, the strip of skin available for his caresses now that he’d pried the buttons open. “Been wanting to see these beauties for weeks now. You have no idea how badly I wanted to peek at you when we were in the shower, but I knew you’d kill me.”
I chuckled. “I would have, yes.”
“Of course, I can’t really see anything in the dark, but I can touch all this silky skin, can’t I? And damn, have I wanted to touch you.”
I arched in anticipation, wanting his touch, too. I’d daydreamed about that as well, his hands and mouth moving over my skin, worshipping me.
He pulled the last of my flannel nightshirt apart and the fabric fell to my sides. I felt the cool air on my exposed torso, and then his big, warm hand skimmed down my front. “I bet this is a beautiful sight,” he told me. “All pale skin and soft curves.”
I had a bit of a tan now thanks to laying out by the pool all day, but I didn’t interrupt his dreamy words. How could I? Every syllable was making me wetter. I’d have an orgasm from sheer conversation alone if this kept up.
“What color are your nipples?” Brodie asked. “I can see them in the dark, so I know they’re small and perfect, with the prettiest little tips. They look dark. Are they?”
“Yes.” My voice was trembling nearly as much as the rest of me. “And I hear they taste pretty good.”
He groaned. “Do they? I have to know for myself.” He leaned in and his mouth traced the slope of one breast, and then he cupped the globe of it in his hand, pointing the nipple toward his mouth.
And he licked.
I nearly came off the bed. Shocking waves of pleasure ripped through me, and I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then and there. “Brodie,” I moaned. “Oh god.” I needed more. I wanted another lick just like that one.
“Mmm, you do taste good,” he told me. His hand cupped my other breast and he gave it the same attention the other one had been given—a long, slow taste. Then he circled the nipple with his tongue and lapped at the stiff peak, nuzzling it. “You have some of the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen. They’re real, aren’t they?”
I smacked his shoulder, the words taking me a bit out of the moment. “Of course they’re real. Jesus.”
He laughed at my outrage, and then he leaned down to bite at my nipple again. “Have to say, they felt real. I’d say you’re lucky to have such pretty tits, but I think I’m the lucky one here, because I get to put my mouth all over them.” And he licked at them again, his mouth moving to tease one nipple while his thumb coaxed the other.
I writhed underneath him, panting. My hands went to his hair, and I dragged his face against my breasts, needing more of his tongue against my flesh. I wanted his mouth everywhere and on every inch of my skin.
“I could stay here all night,” Brodie murmured, flicking at one nipple with the tip of his tongue and then rubbing his chin against it. The abrasive feel of stubble on his chin brought a new sensation to the mix, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “But I have other plans for this evening.”
“Other plans?” I echoed, a thrill shooting through me at the thought. “What’s that?”
“I’m thinking of one spot in particular,” he told me, and a wicked grin curved his mouth in the darkness. He slid further under the blankets, moving between my legs.
Excitement shuddered through me, and my hands clenched on the sheet as I pulled it over my head so I could watch what he was doing underneath. Was he going to go down on me? For all that guys liked to talk a good game, I found that most didn’t want to go down on a girl unless they were in a serious relationship with her, and oral sex was a treat that seemed to be scarce for as many times as I’d gone down on a guy myself. It was definitely not equally reciprocated.
“Yeah, I thought I’d taste your foot,” Brodie said in a sexy voice. “Maybe suck on your toes.”
That shattered my little fantasy. “Um…what?”
He chuckled and leaned in to lick at my belly button. “Got you.”
I gave a small, nervous laugh. “I hope you were joking.”
“Oh, I was. And I hope you’re not wearing panties.”
The excitement returned. “I am, but not for long,” I told him.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, and he tugged at the waist of my pajama pants. “Now, let’s see what we have down here.”
I stifled a laugh. “Can’t you guess?”
“Seeing is believing,” he murmured as he pulled the pants—and my panties—down my hips and then my thighs. “But tasting is even better.”
I shivered at the thought, my hands fisting in the covers and clenching them over my head. It felt steamy under the sheets, but I didn’t want to release them. When we were under the blankets, it felt like our own little cocoon of reality.
Brodie’s mouth kissed at my hip and then licked the skin there. “So far, so good.”
“You approve?”
“Mmm, do I ever.” His lips brushed over my mound, and then I felt his fingers part the flesh there. One digit stroked my slickness, sending ripples of pleasure cascading through me. “You’re wet.”
“I am,” I agreed breathlessly. “That shouldn’t be a surprise.”
“Yeah, but I love how totally wet you get for me.” I felt him shift, and then I felt his tongue stroke over my pussy in a long, languid swipe.
I lay there stunned for a moment, unable to process the sensation of his mouth on my sensitive flesh. It was the culmination of what felt like weeks of delicious foreplay and teasing, and it nearly blew my mind.
Then his tongue swirled around my clit, and he gently sucked.
My body twitched in response, and a breathy moan escaped me. "Oh, Brodie."
"That's right, baby," he murmured against my flesh. "You like that?"
I whimpered my response, pressing a hand to my mouth to keep myself silent. I liked that way too much. There was no way I'd be able to keep my voice down if he kept doing those things with his mouth.
Of course, that aggravating, delicious man did just that again—and more. He sucked at the little nub of flesh and then pressed his tongue against it, flicking rapidly. My hips responded with each flick, flexing and moving until his hands grasped me, holding me still so he could continue to taste me. And he did, and each time his tongue worked over my sex with infinite, aggravating expertise. It was like every lick went straight through my body and left me shuddering with need.