And how his fingers felt when they finally joined, curling inside me and hitting the spot that made my eyes cross.
My hips bucked against his face, and he growled like the taste of me was a reward he’d kill for. His grip on my thighs tightened, pinning my legs open wide as he devoured me, no mercy in sight.
“Tell me you missed this, Dani.” He kept his pace steady, tongue and fingers moving together, and the heat grew unbearable. “Tell me that you’ve dreamed about me fucking you. Filling you. Making you mine.”
He knew it without me saying a word. I was gasping for air, writhing uncontrollably, soaking his sheets.
“Please,Brooks.” I gasped, grinding shamelessly against his fingers and tongue. “Please don’t stop.”
He didn't. Just worked his fingers faster, tongue stroking and tasting. The room was silent save for the filthy, wet sounds of his mouth, the creak of the mattress as my hips moved, and the pained sounds pouring from me.
He sucked on my clit and stars danced behind my eyelids. I was going to come. Again. Harder than before.
And this time, I was not fucking quiet.
My orgasm ripped through me. It was like lightning striking the earth, all heat and fire and the sharp taste of metal. The world shattered.
I wasn’t typically a multiple orgasms kind of girl—especially not without the help of a toy or two—but it had been too long since somebody had made me feel this good, and frankly, my dear, I just didn’t give a damn.
June and Nessa had been right. There was nothing wrong with giving in and enjoying myself with someone who loved my body, who loved—
Not going there.
I was still trembling when he finally lifted his head, lips slick, beard damp, wearing that smug, satisfied smirk I half-wanted to slap off his face.
“Delicious,” he rasped, kissing the inside of my thigh.
“Get naked.” I panted. “Now.”
His smile was sin personified. “I don’t know, kitten. I’m enjoying the view from down here.”
Without a word, I sat up and tugged my shirt over my head before unhooking my bra and tossing that aside, too. Brooks’s mouth dropped open when he got his first unobstructed glimpse of my tits.
“How’sthatview?”
His eyes darkened. “You better not be asking me to choose between these tits and your juicy pussy.”
Little did he know that there was no need—he could have all of me.
He reached for me, but then paused. “Are they sensitive?” he asked, voice rough, gaze still locked on my breasts like he couldn’t decide whether to worship or devour. Like I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“Kind of,” I admitted, cheeks heating even as my nipples tightened under his stare. “I used to barely fill an A-cup, and now . . .”
I gestured toward the thick mounds, vaguely self-conscious, though his hungry expression made it clear he didn’t see anything to be embarrassed about. I was still getting used to them myself—the way my clothes hung differently off my body, the way they painfully bounced during my morning runs.
Brooks sat back on his heels, dragging a hand through his hair as if steadying himself. “Show me.”
I reached for his wrist and guided his palm over one breast, shuddering when the warmth of his hand met sensitive skin.
“Gentle,” I whispered, guiding his touch, showing him the pressure that made my back arch instead of flinch. And he obeyed—a novelty for Brooks—brushing his thumb over my nipple in slow circles that sent sparks shooting to my core. His mouth followed, warm and tentative at first, as he waited for my reaction.
“Yes.” I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair and holding him closer. “Just like that. Not too hard—”
My words broke into a moan as he sucked lightly, drawing the peak between his lips with careful precision. Brooks lifted his head just long enough to meet my eyes.
“You guide me, kitten. I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
Sweet Jesus, this man is going to wreck me.
