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Brent chuckled, the husky sound doing nothing for the dry ache in her throat and the throbbing ache in her clit. ‘Ditto.’
Grasping her arm, he tugged her closer to slip off her bra straps, the leisurely glide of his fingers contrary to the harsh rasp of his breathing as he snapped the hook and peeled off the cups. Her swollen breasts spilled out and she heard the sharp intake of breath.
‘Damn, Tally, you’re gorgeous. Please tell me those are real.’
‘You cheeky sod.’ She laughed, both surprised by the comment and stupidly flattered. ‘What’s wrong with silicone?’
‘Not a damn thing, but I’m an old-fashioned kind of guy.’ Cupping her breasts, he pinched the tight nipples, making the already engorged buds swell and elongate. She arched her back, thrusting them towards him. ‘I prefer a woman’s body the way nature intended her, whatever her size.’
Dropping his hand, he grasped her waist, then dipped his head to lick a pouting nipple. The suction was strong as he sucked the tip to the roof of his mouth. She panted, holding his head, the arrow of need darting down to her core, making the bud of her clit ache for the same attention. As if he read her mind, rough fingers delved under the thong and found her clitoris at last, circling and rubbing.
He trapped the pulsating bundle of nerves before dragging his fingers through her wetness, then circling her bottom with his thumb. She jolted as the tight muscle stretched, the thick digit entering her.
She grasped his forearm, barely able to speak round the shock, as she struggled to adjust to the strange sensation of having her bottom breached. ‘What are you doing?’
‘A little anal play should increase the pleasure,’ he murmured. ‘If you don’t love it, I’ll stop.’
She wanted to object, to tell him to take his bloody thumb out, she hadn’t agreed to this, but he cupped her with his other hand and began to stroke again in that devastating rhythm. Shocking pleasure gripped her, the fullness in her bottom intensifying the sensation.
‘Good?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ she moaned, surrendering as he worked her clit with focussed efficiency.
Then he sucked her nipple into his mouth, nipped at the tip, and arrows of pleasure shot down to her core. Sensation exploded and she forced her bum out, instinctively impaling herself more as she rode the crest.
‘Argh.’ The guttural shout wrenched from her as her body shuddered, battered by the tumultuous waves.
She went limp, dazed and exhausted, the sting as he withdrew nothing compared to the heat blasting into her cheeks as he lifted her into his arms.
Holy shit, had she just had the most stunning orgasm of her life with a thumb stuck up her bum?
Her head spun with the indignity of that, and the ease with which he’d worked her over the edge, as he laid her gently onto the suite’s large sofa. Slipping off her heels, he dropped them on the floor, then hooked his fingers into her thong and worked it down her legs. Self-consciousness struck as his gaze landed on her neatly trimmed thatch of curls. Did he prefer his women bare down there? Given he was such a connoisseur of giving head?
The flush blasted up to her hairline.
Who cares what he prefers? This isn’t about pleasing him, it’s about pleasing yourself.
But as he stood to kick off his own shoes, she noted the flare of his nostrils and the heat in his eyes as his gaze roamed over her, and couldn’t deny the tremble of gratitude at the evidence that he liked what he saw.
He dropped his trousers. ‘You ready for round two?’
The black cotton of his boxers stretched obscenely over what looked like a freakishly large erection. How big was that thing? And exactly where was he planning to put it?
She gulped. If only she had as much moisture in her mouth as was flooding between her thighs.
‘That depends.’ She sent a pointed glance to the gigantic bulge. ‘While I liked what you did...’ She paused. ‘With your thumb, I mean...’
His lips quirked as if he were trying to hold back a smile, but then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and took them off.
‘Bloody hell.’ The heady combination of shock and dismay hit as his erection sprang free from the thatch of dark curls at his groin. Her breathing sped up along with the pulse beating between her thighs—like a ticking bomb.
His dick was enormous, thick and long enough to make Sam’s boast about his size seem like a considerable understatement. When she’d asked for hung like a horse, she hadn’t expected her matchmaker to take her quite so literally.
‘You okay, Tally?’
‘Yes.’ Her eyes darted to his to find him watching her, his gaze suddenly guarded. ‘As long as round two doesn’t consist of you putting that anywhere unexpected.’
He laughed, the sound rich with what sounded like relief. He settled on the sofa beside her, then combed her hair back behind her ear, his thumb trailing across her collar-bone to touch the frantic pulse in her neck. She stiffened, the affection in the gesture disturbing her.
