Using his hand on her left and his mouth on her right, he moved in circles around each breast, circling slowly closer and closer until he reached the peak. Before he even touched her nipples, they were hard and straining.
The little mewls Lizzie made as he nibbled and sucked on one while he tugged on the other with his fingers was sexy as fuck. He repeated the process time and again, left then right. Her hips started rocking in time with the motions of his mouth, her cries of pleasure steadily increasing in volume.
“Oh God, fuck, it’s not possible.”
Brute almost stopped sucking to ask her what wasn’t possible, but he was fairly sure he knew.
He’d read years ago about a method of nipple stimulation, which, when done properly on the right woman, could bring her to orgasm. He’d tried a couple of times over the years without any success. It appeared, however, Lizzie might be the one.
The rocking of her hips increased, growing erratic, but he didn’t let up on his ministrations—if anything, he increased the intensity. She parted her legs and tried to wrap them around him, but he put a stop to it. She wasn’t going to rub her pretty clit against him and get herself off. All she needed was his mouth and fingers.
She was right on the precipice, and a little shove was all that was required to send her over the edge. Using a bit more pressure than he thought was prudent, he sucked and squeezed each nipple at the same time.. Lizzie’s back arched, and she screamed long and loud, her hips bucking wildly.
The scent of her release flooded the room, and he couldn’t wait any longer. Before she came down from her first orgasm, he had his face buried in her pussy, licking and sucking up the result of his hard work.
She dug her hands into his hair and tugged. He couldn’t tell whether she was trying to push him away or pull closer, but he wasn’t moving until she’d climaxed again.
She rocked her hips against his face and chanted, “Oh, fuck.” Yeah, she was definitely enjoying it.
Putting his tongue to work, he went to town on her engorged clit. Still so sensitive from her first climax, it would be easy to send her flying again, but he wanted to draw it out a little. So, he shared the licking around. From her taint to her hood and everywhere in between, he caressed her with his mouth.
“Please, Ernest, stop toying with me.” Brute was a strong man, but when she called him Ernest with that sexy moan, he was powerless not to obey.
In one swift move, he plunged three fingers into her vagina curled them up until they hit her G-spot, and sucked hard on her clit. The onslaught of sensations did exactly what Brute hoped it would.
Her channel clamped down hard on his fingers as a shudder rocked her body. He pulled his mouth away and looked up in time to catch her eyes rolling back in her head as a scream ripped from her throat.Stunning.
Lizzie couldn’t drag her eyes away from the man between her thighs even if she’d wanted to. He was incredible, talented, and more than she had ever hoped for. It would be a cold day in Hell before she admitted this aloud, but Madame Eve certainly knew what she was doing when she sent Brute.
As satisfied as she felt, she need more. “Ernest, I need your beautiful big cock in me. Now.” She knew Brute hated being called by his first name, but she loved the extra layer of intimacy it added to their coupling.
He stared, not wavering for an instant as he lined his dick up with her pussy and drove home.
Riding him as his Mistress had been one thing, but having him make love to her with no pretense, their souls bared, was another entirely. Not once, as he thrust slow and deep, did he look away. She reached up and pulled him down so they touched in as many places as possible. His weight and heat was the perfect accompaniment to the ecstasy he was providing with his cock.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and tipped hers up to meet his downward thrust. The change in angle ripped a groan from her throat as Brute repeated his movement
She opened her mouth to beg for more, but, before she could say a word, he closed his mouth over hers and thrust his tongue inside. In a rhythm matching his hips, he plundered her mouth, adding yet another level of pleasure to the firestorm already coursing through her body.
Proving how well he could read her, he picked up the pace and strength of his fucking. He managed to find the perfect angle so each thrust applied the exact right amount of pressure to her clit. Higher and higher, her ecstasy rose until, like a house of cards, she balanced precariously on the precipice. Yet, she couldn’t fall over.
“Please, Ernest, I need….” Lizzie didn’t even know what to ask him for. She needed more, but of what, was the question.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered in her ear.
Somehow, he managed to contort his body so he could suck on her left nipple and tug on the right without slowing or losing his rhythm.
Two thrusts and it was all she wrote. The dam broke and the tidal wave of pleasure burst forth, swamping her in utter bliss. She managed to keep her eyes open long enough to see Brute stiffen and cry out in climax. Then she succumbed to her own orgasm and let it drag her under.
Minutes, which could have been hours, later, she opened her eyes and Brute still lay above her, his gaze firmly fixed on her.
“I love you, Lizzie.”
“I love you, too.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
“Really.” Brute’s smile reminded her of a kid who’d discovered a pile of presents under the Christmas tree.
It was on the tip of her tongue to take the words back, but that would be a lie. “Yes, really. I love you, Ernest Chalmers.”
His lips crashed into hers in an almost brutal yet passion-filled kiss.
He pulled out and rolled onto his side, cuddling her tight against him. “You just made me the happiest man on Earth.”
The last thing she remembered before she succumbed to her exhaustion was Brute kissing her forehead. “I love you, Elizabeth Summers.”
