Page 64 of Big Dill

“Taste me,” I command, inching back slightly.

Her eyes flutter closed, ecstasy written across her face as her tongue swipes over her lips. Just watching her, I can feel myself tightening, dangerously close to losing control.

When she parts her mouth again, like she’s ready for me, I have to clench my jaw, bite my inner lip, and slow my racing pulse. God, she looks so eager, so perfect, so impossibly sweet.

I cup the back of her head, guiding her slowly, agonizingly inch by inch until she can take no more. Her lips close around me, warm and slick, and the sensation is almost too much.

“Give me your hand,” I murmur.

Her arm lifts obediently. I take it, wrapping her fingers around my shaft, then place my own over hers. Her gaze never leaves mine as I start to rock my hips—slowly, carefully. Our hands move together, sliding over my slick length, each motion perfectly in sync.

It’s… too good. Too overwhelming. If I don’t stop, I’m going to lose myself right here, and I desperately need to be inside her. I grit my teeth against the delicious sensations, sliding in and out just enough to build the tension without tipping over, our hands working together over my length.

Her soft moans ripple through me, mingling with the slick sounds of our movements. When she starts to squirm, backing up slightly, my cock slides out of her mouth.

“Brody,” she protests, reaching for me.

I hover above her, voice low and rough. “Jami…can I fuck you?”

She nods eagerly, eyes sparkling. “Yes, please.”

“Lie back for me, babe. Open your legs and show me how much you want this.”

I stroke my stiff cock as she settles onto the floor, tucking a pillow behind her head. Every movement she makes has me on fire—her eyes following me, that slight arch in her back, the playful tilt of her lips. I grab my pants and fish a lone condom from the pocket, tearing it open carefully.

“Were you hoping for this tonight?” she teases, fingertips brushing lightly along her stomach as she eyes the condom.

“Baby,” I murmur, leaning closer, “I’ve been hoping for this ever since I woke up without you in my bed.” My fingers rip the foil fully, and I can’t help but grin. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

Her eyes soften, a flicker of vulnerability there, like a shutter opening to a darker memory. “Are you…glad you did?”

I drop down next to her, hand cupping her cheek, thumb brushing lightly over her skin. “I wasn’t done with you, Jami.” She swallows, letting the words settle, and I add quickly, “For the record, I didn’t come to the social with you tonight looking for sex.”

“Then why did you come here?” Her voice is soft, curious, and just a little wary.

I pause, letting the honesty hang in the air. “I didn’t want you here…alone, at night. And I wanted to make sure you got home safely.”

Her brow quirks, softening, a little vulnerability flickering in her eyes. “You didn’t have work?”

“No.” I shake my head, running a finger lightly over her arm. “But…”

“But then…” she teases, voice catching. “You thought it would be a good idea to explore our kissing options, to finally prove…”

“That this chemistry…this charge between us…” I murmur.

“Static,” she corrects quickly, a grin tugging at her lips as she runs a hand up and down her arm. “Prickles.”

I mock shiver, brushing my fingers along her collarbone. “Shock therapy,” I joke, letting the tension dance between us.

My finger traces down her throat, brushing the swell of her chest, circling a nipple lightly, teasing before continuing lower, parting her damp nether lips.

“But this…this is…” I trail off.

“Necessary,” she whispers back, voice dropping an octave, thick with want.

I grin, leaning closer. “Yes. Necessary, because our kisses…”

“Terrible. And we need a definitive answer. Need to go all the way again to prove…” she murmurs, breathless.