“Please,” she whispered.
“Say it, Sari. Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, Brady” she cried.
Leaning into her, he smothered her mouth in a deep penetrating kiss, exploring, tasting, claiming her as his own while he cupped her breast in his palm and squeezed hard. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, applying and releasing pressure. He nipped her lower lip with his teeth then moved to her breast, sucking it deep into his mouth.
Sari arched her chest and bucked against him. Her head spun wildly as she faded in and out of control, until every shred of her being surrendered to his seduction, totally and unconditionally. She was Brady Thompson’s–to do with as he pleased.
Brady lifted his head and stared down at her, wistfully. Her hands were fisted in the quilt at her sides. Her head was thrown back against the pillow, her lips were slightly parted and her eyes were closed.
As if sensing his stare, she opened her eyes and gazed up at him. “I’ve wanted this for months,” she panted. “What took you so long?”
Brady smiled, coyly. “Had I known…”
“Please.”
“No,” he said. “Not until I’ve tasted you.” Playfully, he flicked his tongue across her abdomen, working his way to her soft, damp curls.
Sari squirmed impatiently and pushed his head lower.
Snatching her wrists, he held her hands at her sides and sucked on her navel, teasing it with his tongue, his lips, knowing that every second that he delayed, drove her further into madness.
Finally, he lowered his mouth to the hot liquid between her thighs. Trembling, she parted her legs, dug her heels into the mattress, and offered herself up to him. He slid his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her.
An instant later, his tongue was circling her clit and his hot breath was filling her. Parting her lips, he sucked on the moist, sweet flesh, one side then the other, while his strong hands kneaded the cheeks of her ass.
Sari cried out, her hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair as she writhed, bucked and arched against him, trapped between wanting it to end and wanting the pleasure to go on forever. Then when Brady’s tongue slid inside of her, she lost all sense of anything, with the exception of the sizzling heat coursing through every inch of her body like hot lava.
She jolted to awareness when she heard his throaty voice in her ear.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you,” Brady said.
Sari wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his shoulder-length hair.
A heartbeat later, he smothered her mouth with a tender kiss and slid inside of her, filling every inch of her with slow, deliberate strokes. As his kiss deepened so did his thrusts.
Then unexpectedly, Brady broke the kiss and withdrew from her.
Sari’s eyes flew open and she stared up at him, thunderstruck. “Oh God,” she groaned. “Please don’t stop.” How the hell the man could possess such control was beyond anything that she could have imagined. But then, this was Brady Thompson–calm, cool and collected.
Brady gazed down at her with a pensive smile. He saw in her eyes, a reflection of his own passion. The game was over, he realized. Not only had they surrendered their bodies, but their hearts.
“Checkmate,” he whispered. His eyes smoldered as he smothered her mouth, stifling her cry and plunging deep inside of her. A raspy moan escaped his lips when her heated flesh tightened around him like a fitted glove. With each new thrust, he claimed her as his own, over and over until his pulsing shaft exploded inside of her.
Sari’s flesh convulsed and shuttered in response. Her heart lurched and her body appeared to burst into a trillion tiny stars. Still panting, she gazed up at him with a sated smile. Who better to experience each and every one of her fantasies, than Brady Thompson?
Brady rolled away, drew her against him and kissed her hair. He was definitely fucked–fucked in the most agreeable way possible.
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