Page 43 of Silver Brewer

“God, I’ve missed you,” I murmur, kissing up her neck.

“Me too.” Her arm reaches back, wrapping around my neck and holding me to her. My eager palms squeeze at the material over her breasts, forcing the nipples to protrude above the silky fabric. I tweak them collectively, tugging until she yelps. Her hips buck back, and her ass hits my front. I’m rock hard and have been since the moment I saw her.

Correction: every time I’ve thought of her for the past two weeks, I’ve been stiff, but seeing her makes me three times more solid.

Two fingers dip into the thin string between her backside cheeks. I stroke downward, and my knuckles brush against her firm ass. Curling my hand under her, I discover her core wet and wanting. My eyes meet hers in the mirror, and I watch her face as I slip into her.

Her mouth opens. Her lids flutter. She releases my neck and reaches back to grip my hip.

“So beautiful,” I say, turning into her neck and kissing her again. I work my fingers in and out, not removing the thong but sliding it to the side.

“With this bra exposing your nipples, and the scrap covering your pussy, plus the heels, you’re a fantasy. One I’d watch on repeat. I want to fuck you like this, Cricket.”

Her breath hitches as she brings her hands around her back to blindly work at my belt. Without releasing my fingers from her center, I push her hand away and single-handedly struggle with the catch, loosening it but not removing it. Then I unzip my pants.

“Push at the sides,” I say, talking to her reflection in the mirror, and Letty presses my pants below my hips. I don’t want to be naked. Not yet. It’s sexy as fuck looking in the glass with me half-dressed and her in this outfit. It’s wild, and I want her.

“Giant,” she hums in warning. She’s close, and I am too. She hasn’t even touched me, and I’m ready to lose it. With my fingers in her, I grip myself and position my head at her entrance. I remove my coated digits and press her shoulder blades to lean forward over the counter. Her legs spread, and I bend enough to align myself with her. Slowly, I disappear into her, watching her swallow me. Then I look up to see her eyes on me through the mirror. My hands wrap over her covered breasts and tug the material downward. Exposing each of them, I cup them as I draw my dick back and then thrust forward. Letty grunts.

As I pull back, she chases me, and I smile in the reflection. “Greedy?”

“You have no idea,” she mutters.

“Oh, I have an idea,” I say, slamming into her. Repeating the motion several times, I clutch at her breasts and delve into her. She meets me thrust for thrust, bent over the counter. “I’ve missed you every second we’ve been apart.”

“You have?” she gasps as I tap inside her.

“So much.”

She smiles back at me. “I like your smile,” she says, watching me as I set a pace of driving into her.

“I like you,” I say.

“Watch,” she whispers as her hand snakes down her belly and lowers into the lace barely covering her curls. Sweet Jesus, I don’t know if I can look, but I can’t tear my eyes away. She’s touching herself, and I know it without fully seeing it. My eyes stay focused on the movement of her hand. Her lids close as her hips buck.

“Finish,” I snap, knowing I can’t hold out much longer. My spine tingles. My balls tighten.

“Giant,” she squeaks, and then my name dissolves as she stills, clutching me within her depths. Her head lolls forward, and I slam into her, holding her to me by her breasts as I have the orgasm of all orgasms.

Stars dance before my eyes, and I lower my head to her shoulder.

“Dammit. I didn’t kiss you.”

She chuckles with me still inside her. “Well, we’ll just have to try again.”

18

Baby steps

[Letty]

He slips out of me, and I spin to face him. He finalizes the removal of his pants and socks, and I kick off my own shoes. I step out of my thong and unhitch my bra. Hooking a finger at him, I make him follow me into the double-size shower where he kisses me senseless until our mouths move to other places.

Wrung out, I wrap in a towel while he slips into the comfy white robe provided, and we head to the bed.

“This is a bed,” I tease, pulling back the top cover. “With linens and pillows. And oh, look, a mattress.” I press on the firmness to emphasize my point. Giant wraps his hands around my waist and tosses me on it, then follows after me. Half his body covers mine, and I love the weight of him over me. I’ve missed him so much.

He brushes back my wet hair and looks down into my face.