True to his word, Brady’s an eager student.
He cups my left breast, massaging gently as he flicks his tongue across my hardened nipple.
Pleasure radiates from the point of contact and I arch my back, encouraging him to do it again. He repeats the motion, but this time he sucks the puckered flesh into his mouth and it feels so damn good I can’t help but moan.
His mouth is hot and wet and I need to feel it on every inch of my body.
“Your mouth feels so good.”
“Yeah?” He looks up at me with a question in his eyes. “What about this?”
He takes my nipple between his teeth and bites down. The sharp sting is immediately followed by a dark wave of arousal, and I squeeze my thighs together, attempting to satisfy the growing ache between my legs.
“I need more.” The words are part plea, part instruction. “I need your mouth. Your fingers. Your cock.”
With Brady, I want it all.
He continues the trail of kisses, nipping and biting as he cuts a path down the center of my abdomen. The man is clearly on a mission and when he licks my pussy and sucks my clit between his lips, I nearly come.
The tension in my core skyrockets and I dig my nails into his scalp, attempting to ground myself in the moment.
“Ohmygod.” My hips roll forward, my body determined to find release. “That feels so fucking good.”
He repeats the combination, this time sucking longer and harder. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt before and I moan shamelessly, reveling in the feel of his mouth on me. When he finally lets up, my knees buckle from the loss of contact.
Brady’s hands clamp onto my hips and when he looks up at me, there’s a smug grin on his face.
“You’re sweeter than a bowl of cherries. I could do this all day.”
As if to prove his point, he dives back in, licking and sucking with renewed vigor.
Pleasure sings through my body, each note higher and brighter than the last as I soar toward the inevitable crescendo.
“More,” I pant. “I need more, Brady. I need to feel you inside of me.”
In answer, he drags a finger along my slit, spreading my arousal before he plunges the thick digit into my pussy.
“Like this?” he rasps, eyelids at half-mast.
“Mmmhmm.” I rock my hips, angling for the spot that will give me the most intense orgasm.
“Or maybe you want it like this.” He eases another finger inside of me anddamn. I knew his hands were big, but I never imagined just two fingers could fill me up so good.
He circles my clit with his tongue and the moan that escapes my lips is loud enough to be heard throughout the building.
I should probably turn on some music, or at least feel some level of shame, but I’ve got nothing. Brady is out here doing God’s work, and I am here for it.
“I’m so close,” I whisper, rocking my hips.
“Tell me how to get you there.” He punctuates each word with a thrust of his fingers. “I want to make you feel so good, Piper.”
Despite his obvious arousal, it’s clear he means every word. That he wants to get me off before we go any further speaks volumes, and I’m not about to hold out on him. Not when clear communication will lead to a more gratifying experience for both of us.
“Curl your fingers just a bit.”
He does as instructed and my body hums in response. “Like this?”
“Yes.” The tension in my core ratchets higher with each brush of his fingertips against my G-spot. “I’m so close, Brady, but I need your mouth, too.”
