My other hand slips between her legs, and I find heat there even through her jeans.
I shouldn’t be doing this, not here, not now, but it’s impossible to stop. And when she moans and reacts to every touch, showingme with her actions she wants more, the last of my self-control slips away.
“Brooke.” I groan her name as I kiss her chest, her throat, the corners of her lips. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
I want to give her an out. If she wants to stop, I’ll pull back. I’m powerless to stop on my own, but I will if that’s what she wants. I need her to be the voice of reason here, because all reason has left me.
Instead, she slides her hands into my sweatpants and grabs my cock in her small fingers. I jerk against her, almost losing it at the contact.
“Fuck. If you do that, I’m going to lose control.”
She squeezes my cock, and a mischievous smile dances across her lips. “Lose control, Joel. For once, take what you want.”
Fuck. What I want is lying next to me with her hand wrapped around my cock. And I suddenly can’t wait to be inside her.
“Take your pants off.” My voice is a low growl, and her eyes widen in surprise.
“Yes, sir.”
That word on her lips makes my cock jerk. She slides her hands out of my pants and unbuttons hers. I slide them down her thighs, bending to kiss her creamy skin. I scoot down the bed to pull them off her ankles and her socks too. She’s only wearing her white lacy panties, and as I climb up the bed, I push her legs apart and crawl between them.
My hands slide from her ankles over her strong calves, over her knees and up her thick, creamy thighs.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Brooke.” I sound like a broken record, but I’m full of wonder for this woman spread before me. Her hair is spread out on the pillow like an angel, but her body is tempting as sin.
“Spread your thighs.”
She raises herself on her elbows to regard me with a slow, languid look. “Yes, sir.”
Slowly, her legs part, revealing the gusset of her panties, soaked with her arousal. My cock twitches, but I hold myself together. I want to pleasure Brooke; I want to make her forget the stresses from her day; I want to taste her.
My hand reaches the apex of her thighs and then I’m caressing her through her panties. She arches her back and moans, and slick, sticky heat stains my fingers.
I hook my fingers over her panties. “Can I take these off?”
I remember to check in, to make sure this isn’t moving too fast, to give her an opportunity to say no.
She frowns slightly. “That’s not fair. You still have your clothes on.”
She pouts at me, and I step off the bed and pull my t-shirt over my head. Her eyes travel over my body, and I like the way she’s looking at me. I pull down my sweatpants, and all I’m left in is my boxer-briefs with my cock sticking straight out, making a wet patch on the fabric.
Her eyes widen, and I’m wondering if she’s regretting this.
“Do you want me to back off?”
“Hell no!” She covers her mouth and laughs. “That came out a bit too loud. But no, I want you to come over here and continue to do what you were about to do.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I keep my boxer-briefs on, for now, and climb onto the bed and between her thighs. I tug her panties down her legs and kiss my way back up, from the ankle to the thigh.
By the time I get to her inner thigh, she’s squirming with anticipation. Her arousal has a musky scent, and it drives me wild. I press my lips to her pink bud, and she gasps. My tongue flicks out to lick her, and every taste is a miracle. She responds to my touch as if it were electric.
I take my time with her, licking and sucking and kissing and sliding a finger inside when she’s ready. Slowly, I build her up until she’s thrumming with anticipation. Only then do I take her over the edge. She bucks her hips and clasps the bedsheets in her hands. Her lips push together, stifling the moans.
I could stay here forever with my head buried between her thighs. I’ve lived my life serving, and I’ll serve Brooke every day if she’ll let me.
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