Unable to keep from it, she placed both hands over his chest. Her fingertips burned from his natural heat as they slowly made their way lower, over his impressive six-pack. Grant’s muscles flexed beneath her touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered softly.
“So are you.”
Her eyes rose to his again, and this time, when she reached for his belt, he didn’t stop her. Pulling the tight leather loose from the buckle, Brynnon immediately went to work on the formal pants’ metal clasps and inner button before slowly lowering his zipper.
The stuttered metallic sound seemed deafening in the silent room, it’s only company their heavy breathing. When she got to the end, Brynnon reached for his loosened waistband, but he took over.
With his hands at his waist, Grant removed both his pants and boxers at the same time. Once they were free from his legs, he threw them back onto the chair, as well.
His erection was even larger than she’d expected, the sight leaving Brynnon speechless. Her sex clenched with anticipation as she focused on his cock. It was full and angry looking, pointing toward her as though it knew the way.
Brynnon stood there, relishing in the fact that—at least for tonight—this perfect male specimen was hers.
“I’m not gonna last, you keep looking at me like that.”
His voice snapped her out of the sexual trance. “Sorry,” she lied.
“Don’t be. Later, after this first time, I’ll let you look as long as you want.”
First time?So, he was planning on a repeat performance. Good to know.
“For now, though,” he continued talking. “We really need to lose this dress.”
With a smirk, Brynnon took care of the issue herself. With a quick pull, she released the bow behind her neck before reaching around to lower the short zipper resting against her lower back.
Letting the top fall loose, Brynnon pushed the dress and what was left of her lace panties down the length of her legs. Stepping out of the belled poof of material, she stood straight, completely naked and unashamed.
Like any woman, she had her flaws. But Brynnon also knew she’d been blessed with pretty good genes. Those, along with the physical labor her job often entailed and the occasional run, kept her body toned and at a healthy weight for her height.
“Holy fuck.” Grant froze, his eyes widening slightly.
Brynnon smiled. “Like what you see?”
He stared back at her hungrily. “Like isn’t exactly the word I’d use.”
“Maybe you should just show me how much you like it.”
Her words spurred something inside him and before Brynnon knew what was happening, she found herself being lifted back into his arms. A man on a mission, Grant carried her over to the bed where he laid her down gently.
The mattress dipped below her as he crawled onto the bed. Leaning down, he kissed her before giving a soft warning.
“This first time isn’t going to last very long.”
“That’s okay.” She cupped his rough cheek. “You’ve already taken care of me, so this part should be about you.”
“Wrong.” He shook his head. “I can’t wait to be inside you, but there’s something I have to do first.”
For a second, she thought maybe he was talking about getting the condom, but then Grant began sliding his body lower, leaving hot, wet kisses in his wake. Brynnon’s pulse began to race when she realized his true intentions.
Spreading her legs wide for him, Grant made a guttural moan of satisfaction when he settled himself between her thighs. His hot breath puffed against her bare sex and though he’d already made her come once—and recently—her body ached for his touch.
As though he could read her mind, Grant began lazily tracing her slit with his finger before adding his other hand and parting her folds. Without warning, he leaned up and ran his tongue along her opening.
Brynnon cried out, her body reacting instantly. On reflex, her pelvis rose to meet his every touch. She moaned, writhing beneath his mouth. Her hands fisted the bedding at her sides as Grant mercilessly continued lapping up juices he alone had created.
“Jesus,” his deep voice vibrated against her swollen pussy. “Never tasted anything like it.”
