“Maybe we’ll have to try that another time.” He moved away from her and grabbed a blanket off the couch, spread it on the floor in front of the fireplace, then added every pillow he could find in the room that was moveable.
“This is exactly what I was thinking tonight.”
“Great minds,” he said, pulling her blue sweater up and over her head.
She did the same with his shirt. “Not too cold in here? I know I’m sweating.”
“We’ll keep each other warm. Don’t worry.”
They were both naked in record time. Nothing romantic about that and it wasn’t what she was going for.
This part of the night had to be sexy to her.
Adventurous.
A position she loved but rarely got in the past.
“Nothing about you worries me.”
And that meant she could open up and be honest with what she wanted.
He had a condom out and before he could cover himself, she was on her hands and knees in front of the fire.
“Damn,” he said when he turned. “You can read my mind.”
“I think it’s more that I was thinking of this too. You know, end the year with something fun, but start it with something different. I don’t know that I’m making sense.”
“You are. Never think otherwise.”
He got behind her on the floor, his hands moving up her hamstrings, over the globes of her cheeks. He was going to take his time touching her.
He always did and she didn’t mind since it was another sign of how he put her pleasure first.
There wasn’t much about Brennan that was selfish.
Sometimes she worried that he’d think she was the selfish lover, always wanting and not giving back. It was one thing she put more effort in.
His hands moved around her hips, down between her legs, found her heat and that she was dripping with anticipation.
She’d been visualizing this for days.
“I’m so ready,” she said, her head dropping.
“I think you’re a closet naughty girl,” he said, his hands outside of hers on the floor, his mouth close to her ear. He wasn’t inside her, but their bodies were touching everywhere they could.
“I never thought so before.”
“I like it if you are,” he said.
He delicately bit the side of her neck, telling her in actions the truth to his words.
He moved back, then guided himself into her heat slowly, her body almost sighing with relief.
His hands were on her hips, and he began thrusting in and out at a slow steady pace, the only sounds in the room their breathing and their bodies touching and retreating.
She closed her eyes so she could feel more. Concentrate on the sensations overtaking her.
“I’m close,” he said. “It’s hard not to be like this. Touch yourself.”
