“Mmm.”She didn’t take her eyes off his cock.
He couldn’t be held responsible for his actions if she kept acting that way.He was very hard.And a fucking gentleman.Drea needed more rest.
He pulled back slightly.“How are you feeling?”
“Hungry.”She smiled.
“Well, let’s go get some food.”
He offered his hand to help her out of bed, but instead, she pulled him toward her.
“Brody,” she murmured, guiding his hand down her shorts.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
So wet and ready for him.“Different kind of hungry?”
She nodded.
He removed her top, and she arched into him as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
She squirmed beneath him and tugged at his hair as he nipped along between her breasts.No matter how many times they came together, it was never enough.Everything about her called to him.The way her skin tasted.The way she moaned when he gently bit her hipbone.The way she opened for him, as desperate as he to come together.He was losing himself to her and he didn’t fucking care who knew it.
He positioned himself between her legs, moving farther down the bed.Beautifully exposed to him, he parted her lips and licked delicately, dying to hear her call his name.“You taste so fucking sweet,” he rumbled.
Then he stroked and licked her at the same time.She shivered, gasping and scratching at his arms.He never realized how close to heaven he could actually get, not until Drea came along.Not until he got his first taste of her.He circled her clit, sliding a finger inside her, knowing with each thrust he’d bring her closer and closer to orgasm.
Fuck.The way she pulsed around his tongue.He thrust his finger, and she arched up from the bed.
She grabbed his hair, and he chuckled as she ground against him.He loved it when she threw her inhibitions aside and just went for what she wanted.
“Brody,” she screamed.Best.Sound.In.The.World.
Drea lay shattered, gasping for breath.Her mussed hair spread around the pillow.
Cujo moved to lean against the headboard.His cock throbbed painfully.
“I never understood the whole wanting-somebody-so-much-it-hurts thing,” he said, his breath catching on the last word.“But Drea, baby, I’m hurting.”
He reached for the condom drawer, but she stopped him.
“Let me…” She bent over him.Her breath was hot as she licked the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling around the head.
Everything in the room narrowed to that one point of connection.Why had he avoided this since the surgery?
“Fuck, Drea.”He was lost in the perfection of her mouth working him over.
Licking down his shaft, she reached for his balls.If he flinched, it was only natural, right?She kissed each one, licked them and sucked on them, and he bit back a gasp.
He couldn’t keep his hands off her any longer.He grabbed her hair.
“You’re perfect, Brody,” she said, hazel eyes focused on him.Her lips parted as she took him into her mouth, over and over, soft and wet.She fisted a palm around the base of his cock.The sight was his undoing.
His heart tipped.
She sucked harder, slid her fist along his length.
“Drea… please…”
