Blissfully, his eyes floated shut. He whimpered, soft and easy.
“My sweet girl?—”
She’d previously sworn off blow jobs. Eli had a tendency to confuse the dangly thing in the back of her throat for a punching bag. But Jamie looked at her like she was imbued with magic, tenderly massaging her back between husky praise. He’d pull back if she momentarily gagged. She’d grab his ass and plunge him deeper. Open her mouth wider. Find new heights to reach.
She swallowed Jamie’s short, hoarse groans as he tensed and vibrated in her mouth. It wasn’t long until he gently cupped her jaw, brow furrowed with gratification.
“I love how you do that.” He thumbed away the warm trail of saliva that had traveled down her chin. “But, baby, I’m desperate to be inside you.”
He lowered Brinton onto her back, letting her thighs hug his sturdy hips. She rolled the condom on, guided him with one hand, and cradled his face with the other.
Slowly, he pushed.
Brinton’s lips parted on a gasp. The sharp bite of pressure was punishing as it was glorious, but she clung to his warmth. Let him smooth her quivering breaths.
Their tangled moans rang out in the serene silence around them. He stilled his body and searched her eyes, waiting for something.
“Okay?” he asked, adoration painting his face.
“Yeah,” she whispered, smiling up at him. “Please, don’t stop.”
His lips claimed hers again.
Jamie quickly found his tempo. His hips rocked back and forth, as steady as a sailboat. “Prettiest little thing,” he rasped between determined pumps that made her breath catch in her throat.
She was gloriously dizzy. Fired up and spent, all at once.
He lifted both of her thighs higher, up near his shoulders, giving him more room to fuck her freely. Brinton’s handsglided through his damp hair. Her body hummed each time he unlocked a new level of pleasure inside her.
“I could fuck you like this all damn day, Bee.”
And she would like it. A lot.
As he moved, Jamie’s gold chain crashed into her forehead or caught on her parted lips.
“Shit, baby—I’m sorry,” Jamie stuttered, suddenly aware of what was happening. Clearly, he had been busy.
He slowed his pace and softened his eyes. “Let me take it off.”
“Don’t you dare,” Brinton rasped, absolutely drunk on sensation. “I fucking love it.”
Smiling wickedly, she caught the chain mid-swing between her teeth, held it for a few luscious thrusts, then let go. Beholding her, Jamie laughed darkly, his eyes a mix of hunger and wonder.
That is, until she palmed his heavy sack. Then, his eyes rolled back into his head.
She felt herself grow wetter at the ravenous sounds spilling from his mouth. The slick-slide of their bodies becoming one thundered through her ears and spiraled down to her pulsing center.
“The way you’re gripping me…So fucking good,” Jamie gritted out, teeth scraping his plump bottom lip. He punched his hips forward even harder, tunneled into her deeper, rewarding her.
Brinton’s hands sank into his perfect ass, fusing his desire with hers, until her tightest contours bloomed and her belly clenched. His fervent praise emboldened her greed. She wanted to milk every exhilarating second.
“Let me ride you.”
Still panting, he smiled. “Yes ma’am.”
Without breaking their connection, he rolled her on topof him. He regarded her like this new perspective took him to a higher plane of existence.
The ruthless stretch of him broke all rules of time and space. His fingertips kneaded the breadth of her hips. Angling his hips higher, he gifted her every ounce of him as he grunted and gasped and moaned her name.
