Brynnon’s smooth, bare sex was drenched with her essence. The musky sent of her arousal filled his senses, threatening to send him into a frenzied state of lust and primal need.
He couldn’t wait to slide into her silken flesh. It took everything he had to not say fuck it and drive himself inside her as hard as he could. If it were any other woman, he would have. But this was Brynnon, and she was...
Mine.
Her breath hitched. She was so incredibly responsive to his touch, he wished the ride would take forever so they never had to stop.
Goddamn, he wanted to see what was under all that red satin. Wanted to take his time exploring every inch of her body. To lick her slit and taste her arousal on the tip of his tongue. And he would, the minute they stepped foot into her bedroom.
Knowing their time here was limited, Grant moved his middle finger along her bare slit before sliding it into her molten core. Brynnon cried out, her hot, velvet muscles clenching hard around on his digit.
Fuck. Me.
Even behind his pants and boxers, Grant could tell his dick was already weeping with anticipation. Why wouldn’t it? She was hot, wet, and as tight as a goddamn vise.
How he was going to make it through this without completely embarrassing himself was beyond him. But he sure as hell was going to give it the old college try.
Pumping slowly, Grant waited a few beats before adding a second finger. He picked up speed, his fingers thrusting in and out of her body with a little more force.
The sounds of her wet sex filled the air, bringing him dangerously close to the edge. Grant knew he needed to get her there and fast, before he did something stupid like fuck her right here. Right now.
He moved his hand faster. Harder. Brynnon began panting loudly, her pelvis instinctively lifting to meet his every thrust, searching wildly for the release he was about to give.
“Please, Grant,” she begged again.
“Tell me what you want,” His lips moved against hers as he spoke.
Round, frustrated eyes met his. “You know what I want.”
“Say it.”
Grant wasn’t sure why he gave the rough order. He’d never been a talker during sex. But with Brynnon, he found himself wanting to hear the erotic words dripping from her lips.
Brynnon licked her lips, her words breaking free with each panted breath. “I want...more.”
His dick twitched again, but again Grant forced himself to hold off. They’d get there, but right now he had a sudden urgency to feel her come apart on his hand.
He gently stretched her opening to accommodate a third finger.In. Out. In. Out. Tilting her head onto the back of the seat, Brynnon closed her eyes and purred.
“That enough?” he asked, knowing damn well it wasn’t.
“Almost,” she barely whispered. “God, that feels so good.”
She was so close. He could feel her inner muscles trembling and knew exactly what she needed to fall over the edge. But first...
I need more room to work.
Taking a chance, Grant withdrew his fingers from her body and grabbed hold of the scrap of lace hindering his movements.
With an almost indiscernible nod, she gave the green light. “Do it.”
Grant ripped the lace away from her bare sex, and she opened her legs even wider. A low growl reverberated from his chest as he slid two of his fingers back into her blazing pussy.
“You want me to make you come?” he asked, his hand nearly slamming into her now.
She nodded, her eyes closing again. “God, yes. Please, Grant. Make me come.”
Seeing her lying back like that, legs spread with his hand between them and her bare tits in plain view for him to enjoy...it was hands-down the most gorgeous sight he’d ever seen.
