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“Gorgeous,” Brandon murmured, face alight with desire.
He bent down to worship one breast, then the other with his mouth, flicking each nipple with his tongue before seizing it in between his teeth. He bit down, just hard enough to make me lurch. His hands continued their trek down my body. There was a sharp, coarse breath when he reached my stockings.
He stopped his ministrations at my breasts, which by that point had me gyrating slightly, and sat back up to admire the thin material on my legs.
“These,” Brandon said hoarsely. “I like these a lot.”
I smiled, my hips arching slightly toward him. Brandon had an agenda; that much was clear. He took his time, sliding one stocking off, then the other, followed by my underwear, and then, finally, allowing me to wrap my bare legs around his waist. His hands gripped my thighs just a touch more roughly, and his breathing drew increasingly uneven.
“I want to be gentle with you, Skylar,” he spoke gruffly, kneading my muscles as he spoke. “But I’m not sure I can tonight.”
I pulled my legs from his grasp, ignoring his grunt of disapproval, and sat up on my knees. I ran my fingers over his torso with a sigh, just as I had been longing to do since he’d removed his shirt, then trailed down to unfasten his pants.
“Take these off,” I commanded quietly.
With a quick, blue glance, Brandon followed my order without a word until he sat in front of me, as naked as I was, arms resting over bent knees.
He really was beautiful. Brandon had the taut grace of an athlete, but without the bulk of a bodybuilder. His fitness was naturally made from exercise and genetics, nothing forced, rendering him completely comfortable with his body. Light-blond fuzz covered most of his skin, curly and slightly thicker over his chest and legs. In the firelight, he looked like he had been dipped in gold: a Viking ready to plunder.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly.
Although I didn’t normally want to take charge when it came to sex, tonight felt different. I wanted to know I could give him the same kind of pleasure, the same kind of release he gave me. After baring such a vulnerable part of myself, now I wanted the control.
So, I remained silent, just pushed gently so that he was now the one on his back, and I could hover over his big body. I ran my nose lightly across the lines of his stomach, down the muscular ridges of his abdomen, and into the hollows of his hipbones, making him jerk slightly. As I started to drift farther down, his hands clasped my shoulders.
“Skylar, you don’t have to do that,” he said.
I pushed up so I could see his face. “Don’t you like it?”
“I, well, yeah, of course I do. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to.”
Quickly, I bent and took him in my mouth, causing his entire body to jerk. Just as quickly, I released him, sat back up, and smiled.
“I want to,” I assured him and went back to savor him more carefully.
“Oh, thank Christ,” he breathed. I could feel his body relax while his breathing became increasingly erratic.
I didn’t usually like doing this, but it was different with Brandon. The control I had, the subtle changes I felt with each different movement, the rising tension pulsing through his corded muscles: all of these made me even more aroused than I already was.
With my other hand, I grazed a few fingers over his balls and trailed below them, past the soft skin of his perineum around the tight edges of his anus. Brandon jerked again, this time in surprise.
“Wha?” he breathed, clearly overcome with what I was doing with my mouth. “Ah!” he cried as I slipped my finger in. “Jesus…fuck! Skylar, what are you doing?”
I stopped my ministrations to look at him. “Haven’t you done that before?”
“What?No!” Despite his indignation, he couldn’t control the slight gyrating of his hips.
“Doesn’t it feel good, though?” I asked.
Before he could answer, I took him back in my mouth. Just as I pushed my finger back in, I sucked. Hard.
“Shit!” Brandon yelled, his hips jumping. “Yes, oh myfuck, that feels good!”
“Mmmm,” I murmured around him.
He was close already; I could feel it by the tremors in his thighs and the now-constant stream of profanity. Just when I thought he was about to lose it, I felt my shoulders roughly seized, and I was yanked up to cover his body, his hard cock sliding between my thighs. It was all I could do not to open myself up and let him in with nothing at all between us.
“Quick,” he said hoarsely, his breath ragged as he shoved into my hands a condom he’d somehow procured.
