A laugh escapes me before I remind her of the obvious. “You’re the only one that I’ve ever wanted.”
“Okay, now you’re setting the bar high. I might be a little nervous now.” She wryly smiles and then jabs my chest with her finger. “It’s been a while since we did this. Together. I mean, you and me.”
“We were teenagers.”
“I got pregnant.”
“Oh, we’re already there? It was three sons, right? I guess if I aim right…” I tease her. I’m following her cues because she seems to be anxious.
She swats me playfully. “We don’t need to worry, I have an IUD. Without going into detail, my priorities haven’t been on dating lately. So, if we’re good on all fronts, then we are set.”
With my fingers, I comb her hair away from her face. “We’re good. Look at us being responsible adults.”
“I’m stalling.”
“I noticed.”
Her beautiful eyes lock with mine. “Is it crazy that my body feels like it might explode? Because this has only ever been a dream, and now it’s a reality.”
“This afternoon you didn’t want me to stop.”
“I know, but every minute more with you and I realize how deep we are.”
I tighten my hold with our fingers, bringing her hand up to my lips for a feathery kiss. “Does that scare you?”
“The opposite.”
I gently kiss her lips to ground us, but my attempt to do soft is thwarted by Brielle returning my kiss with what I can only describe as passion. It’s fervent, electrifying, and when she invites me to follow her as she walks backward, it’s a confirmation that I don’t need to go slow.
“I want you,” she rasps right before she drops to sit on the mattress.
“There hasn’t been a day I stopped wanting you.” I begin to pull my shirt up at the same time my knee lands on the bed. With my shirt thrown to the floor, I guide Brielle back until she’s under me.
Kissing her, my hand skims the fabric of her dress until I find the hem. Dragging the fabric up, her knee moves which means I’m better aligned with her center.
“You drive me crazy.” My voice is gruff.
Her body arches up which causes her dress to bunch around her waist, and her panty-covered pussy presses against my hard length. “I bet I can make you go insane.”
I pin her wrists to the mattress, which makes Brielle giggle and squirm, especially as I nibble the base of her neck, trailing my lips along her collarbone. “Keep your hands where they are,” I warn her.
Making sure she watches me, I begin to unbutton her dress, and the moment all the buttons are free, I hiss a sound of pure admiration that she is lying in my bed with a matching black lace bra and panties. “Gorgeous,” I whisper.
“Take more off.” Her hands reach for the buckle of my jeans.
Quickly, I push her hands away. “Arms on the bed.”
“Ooh, bossy.”
I flash her a fake unimpressed look before I step out of my jeans and return to her. I slide down her bra strap and trace her skin until I reach her breast. My tongue darts out to twirl around her lace-covered nipple, and her body curves from enjoyment.
I peer up to see her watching me. I repeat the movement on her other breast before I move both cups down to twist her nipples between my fingers to play with her.
She moans and breathes heavily, which only encourages me to kiss between the valley of her breasts and lower. Giving a few extra popcorn kisses around her belly button and then moving below her navel.
Brielle writhes under me, and her sweet scent of desire hits my nose as I travel over her mound. I nuzzle over her soaked lace. It’s intoxicating, and I want more, which is why I lap my tongue up her panties, getting a taste.
Brielle claws the sheets in surprise and moans a breath.
