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“Someone might see us.” It’s a halfhearted argument. There’s no real concern in my voice.
“Maybe. Does that worry you?” He looks absolutely wicked when he asks me, and my nipples harden further inside my bra.
“A little, but I think it turns me on even more.” Without further discussion, I position myself over him.
He uses one hand to hold my shorts and underwear to the side and the other to line himself up until I’m sinking down on his length. A small cry leaves my lips and I pause, fully seated with him inside me, stretching me as our eyes meet. His hazel ones look like whiskey in a glass and grow darker as I start moving.
Neither of us diverts our gaze as he slides in and out of me, and I pick up the pace. I lean in, pressing my forehead and nose against his, but we don’t kiss. We just breathe each other in over and over again.
There’s something erotic about the fact that we’re clothed, but our bodies are still joined. If a neighbor or someone from below saw us, they could probably guess what we’re doing from the rhythm of our bodies, but they can’tseeanything. Still, Brady and I feeleverything.
My pace increases as my orgasm barrels toward me like a runaway train. I roll my hips, giving me the friction I need to get there, and Brady brings his hands up to pinch my nipples through my shirt and bra. It’s a dull pain and I arch my back, moaning.
“That’s it, take it, Violet. Take it all for yourself.”
His words, along with the thumb he now has pressed between us, send the runaway train off the tracks at the edge of the cliff and I free-fall into bliss. My body jerks and my fingertips push into the firm muscles of his shoulders. When I come out of the dreamlike state and meet his eyes, they remind me of a wolf’s—hungry and on the hunt.
Brady wastes no time, moving his hands to my hips and forcing me to stay there while he pummels into me from below. I take it, basking in the euphoric sensation of his cock drilling in and out of me, lighting every nerve ending on fire in the best possible way. He’s like a man possessed and cries out my name when he comes inside me.
Neither of us moves while we catch our breaths. When he does eventually pull out of me, I feel the evidence of his climax between my thighs as I slip off him to the side.
“Hang on a second.” He tucks his glistening length back in his shorts and rushes toward the door that leads inside.
I stare up at the night sky, reliving what we just did. Not only does Brady make me feel amazing, but when I’m with him, I’m solely focused on him and the way he makes my body sing. I get out of my head and all the stuff that runs through my brain all day long.
“Let’s clean you up.”
I didn’t even notice that he’d returned, and he’s bending with a wet cloth to clean me up.
“I can do it.” When I hold out my hand, he passes me the cloth.
He watches as I tilt onto my back and slide the cloth past the waistband of my shorts to wipe myself off. When I’m done, he takes it from me and tosses it on the table, then takes a seat in the corner of the couch.
“Come here.” He motions for me to move closer to him, so I do and he tucks me under his arm.
I must drift off at some point because I wake up later in my bed, not remembering how I got there. The idea of Brady carrying me to bed causes a warm feeling to radiate outward from my chest, but I do my best to pretend it’s not there, rolling over to fall back asleep.
It’s not a good sign when I wake in the morning and that feeling is still there.
The next morning when Brady appears in the kitchen while I’m making coffee, I’m not sure how to react. Will things be weird between us now that we’ve slept together again? Did he enjoy himself as much as he says he did before? Are we going to talk about it or pretend like it never happened at all?
But I don’t have to wonder long because seconds after he walks into the kitchen, he says good morning and reaches for my waist from behind and turns me to face him.
“Morning,” I say with what probably looks like a worshiping smile.
He leans in to give me what I think will be a quick, chaste kiss, but instead his tongue licks along the seam of my lips and I open for him.
Good thing I already brushed my teeth.
“I’ve been thinking of you since I got up.” He slides his hands down from my waist to my ass.
I can’t help the cheesy grin that appears on my face. “Is that so?”
He nods slowly. “C’mon.”
He takes my hand and leads me to the pantry.
“What are you doing?”
