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“Do you want me to taste you, Skylar?” Brandon asked, his breath hot as he pressed his nose into me. “God, you smell good.”
His blunt, open language turned me on so much I could barely think, let alone speak. I just moaned again as he finally tugged my underwear off, then spread my thighs so he could fit his large shoulders between them. Brandon kneeled and tugged me forward so that I was hanging off the edge of the bed, my legs dangling over his back.
How was it possible to want someone this badly?
“Jesus!” I cried as his tongue drew a straight line up to my clit and back down again before flicking inside me.
“You taste so fucking good, Skylar,” he said as he slipped a finger in and moved his mouth back to my clit. “Will you come for me, baby? I want to feel you in my mouth. I want to feel your pussy clench around my fingers so I can imagine it around my cock.”
For the first time in my life, I didn't have much of a choice. His tongue and fingers were doing some sort of voodoo that would have eventually split me apart, but it was his words––his frank, vulgar words––that were my undoing.
“Oh, GOD!” I cried out as another finger joined the first. “I’m coming, Jesus FUCKING Christ, I’m COMING!”
Brandon continued to suck and tease, giving no mercy until the spasms coursing through my body finally lessened on their own. I sank back into my pillow with an exhausted sigh. His fingers stayed where they were, continuing to massage a spot inside me that for some reason I had never found before on my own, a spot that drew my orgasm out far past its normal length until my body lost almost all range of motion.
I lay there, caring little that I was completely exposed from the waist down, legs spread and all while his finger continued its slow, consistent movement that was starting another small fire in my belly. I inhaled, long and deep.
“What about you?” I croaked, propping myself up on my elbows with some difficulty since his hand remained where it was.
Brandon watched intently. Wow, what he was doing felt unbelievably good.
“I can repay the favor, you know,” I said with some difficulty.
His fingers pressed a little harder, and I collapsed onto my back. Brandon kept his fingers where they were, gently removed my legs from around his shoulders and moved back beside me so that we were face-to-face. He kissed me softly, but urgently enough to make my hips arch with the rhythm of his hand.
“I’ll take you up on that some time, Red,” he said against my lips. “But right now is for you. Do you like what I’m doing?”
I nodded, eyes closed with bliss. There was an unfamiliar sensation building, one that felt a lot like when I normally had a clitoral orgasm. But this was building from the inside out.
“It’s your G-spot, Red,” Brandon said in between more long, languid kisses.
“Yes, I know that,” I murmured, although with less sass than normal.
Having been relieved of the week-long tension, I already felt boneless. Poor Brandon. The insistence of his mouth betrayed a thirst not yet quenched.
“Have you ever come this way before?” he asked.
I shook my head, still unable to open my eyes as he kissed me again, long and deep. God, he was an unbelievable kisser. I almost felt like I could come from the taste of him alone.
Surprisingly, the pressure continued to mount with the steady, insistent movement of his fingers and the gentle yet urgent pull of his mouth. Like a lot of women, I had never come without clitoral stimulation, so even through my post-orgasmic haze, I was surprised to find myself approaching something like it. My insides quivered. My hips instinctually rocked into his hand.
“You’re so tight, baby,” Brandon rumbled in between kisses. “You’re almost there. Do you feel it?”
I nodded. It was growing, friction amassing in a way that left me powerless.
“Yes,” I moaned against the warm skin of his neck. “Oh my God. Yeah. Yes, something’s…coming.”
Brandon moved his fingers with more pressure, and I fought the urge to swear. This was too much. I couldn’t take it.
“Youcantake it,” Brandon echoed my thoughts as he slipped in a third finger.
Too delirious to realize that my internal monologue was out loud, I accepted his lips hungrily. His fingers continued their tortuous rhythm, pushing me right over the edge.
“Let it go, Skylar,” he growled as he set his thumb over my still-throbbing clit. “Let go, baby.”
Then he bit my ear and squeezed.
“AaaaaaaAAAAAAAAHH!”
