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Slowly he readjusted her position so that her legs fell off the bed and he was able to kneel between them.
“Oh my God. Brax,” she wailed. “This is so much more than fifth gear. Couldn’t we dial it back?”
“Just lie back and think of England or something. Isn’t that what they did in the olden days?” Brax could see the glimmering dew on the lips of her sex, but he wanted to make sure she was a lot more ready before they made love. Jenny had only talked about her college boyfriend and that had been a long time ago.
Then there was the added pleasure of tasting this beautiful woman. Watching her tremble with her release. Yes, this was something he was looking forward to on so many different levels. Brax traced the seam of her sex and Jenny bucked up. His woman was sensitive.
He did it again, and again, and again.
“Brax.” Her whisper was so soft he barely heard it. But he did.
They had a long way to go. A whisper was nowhere good enough. He smiled to himself. He parted her sex with his thumbs and admired the pink beauty within. Her clitoris peeked out, almost ready. He swiped his tongue to catch the silky essence of her desire.
“Brax.” Her whisper, louder.
He could hear both disquiet and pleasure in her voice, and now he had a goal. Soon she would only feel pleasure. He continued to softly lick and listen to her breathless cries, and when one hand grasped his short hair and pushed down, triumph rushed through him. He circled her engorged clit with his tongue.
“It’s too much,” Jenny cried out.
It wasn’t nearly enough.
He continued with his torture until he sucked the little morsel into his mouth, reveling in the incoherent cries coming from his lover. He pierced her entrance with a finger, and she welcomed him with a tight, warm grasp and a high shriek of pleasure as she crashed into the peak of orgasm.
Brax got up and moved her so that they could lie side by side on the bed. He needed to hold his woman. Jenny cuddled closer. In his eagerness to pull her tight, he almost forgot about her injured ribs, but he stopped himself in time.
He loved her fast, soft breaths that tickled his chest hair. He stroked her pretty brown hair away from her face.
“Kiss me,” she murmured.
“I’ll taste like—”
“I don’t care. I love us together. And anyway, I’m soon going to be tasting you,” she grinned.
Brax thought his cock might push through his zipper at the promise of Jenny’s pillow-soft lips sucking him to orgasm.
By the time they were done kissing, Jenny was squirming against him. She wrenched her head away from his, and her hand cupped his crotch. “Please tell me you have condoms.”
“I have condoms.”
“Thank God.”
He was done questioning this beautiful woman. Jenny knew what she wanted, and he damn sure knew what he wanted. He got up and went to the bathroom to grab protection, then he came back to find Jenny propped up on her elbows, watching him.
“Well?”
“I’ve got them.” He held up the packets, then tossed them on the nightstand.
“That’s not what I meant. When are you going to show me the goods, Sailor?”
Brax threw back his head and laughed. “Curious much?”
“Yep. Now strip.”
He was still chuckling when he shucked his jeans. He stood up straight and waited for her assessment. He didn’t have to wait long.
“And all along you call me beautiful? You’ve got it all wrong, Brax.”
Am I blushing?
