His other hand, the one resting on her back, moved. A moment later, the television came on. She stared at it and then laughed when he hit play onThe Grinchmovie. The one with Jim Carrey as the Grinch.
“That’s better,” he said, his hand returning to her back, the other continuing to torment her with the vibrator.
Time ceased to exist as she endured the sensual torment while pretending to pay attention to the movie.
***
Brady wasn’t sure how he survived thepast couple of hours. It was a form of sexual torture, no doubt about it. He’d spent that time teasing every inch of Reilly’s perfect body while she pretended to relax. She’d started across his lap, theninhis lap, and ended with her head resting on his thigh while he massaged her beautiful tits.
When the movie finally ended, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. As it was, he hadn’t paid a damn bit of attention, looking mostly at his hands as he fondled and stroked the woman in his lap.
“Mr. McCord,” Reilly said in that seductive rasp he loved so much.
“Hmm?”
“Do you think perhaps you could fuck me now?”
Oh, hell. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve her. She was completely out of his league in every way, but he was head over heels for her.
“I think now would be good,” he said, his voice gravel rough.
He helped her sit up, then tugged her arm, urging her back into his lap. This time, he had her straddling his thighs so he could taste her sweet lips. When he kissed her, she jerked on the tie of his robe, then shoved at the cotton to get it off his arms. She was already naked, and it didn’t take him but a second to catch up.
The next thing Brady knew, Reilly had his cock in her hand, caressing him so sweetly before she lifted her hips and guided him right where he wanted to be.
She gently eased down on him, her hands moving to his shoulders as she tipped her head back and moaned softly. He watched her, admiring the generous swell of her breasts and the sleek column of her neck. He had to grit his teeth because the pleasure was so intense. Unlike anything he’d felt in a damn long time. She was so hot and so fucking wet he slid into her easily. Too easily.
He wasn’t sure anything had ever felt this fucking good. The way her inner walls stroked him as he sank in to the hilt. She lifted, lowered, and he gasped for breath, trying to figure out what was missing. Something was—
“Fuck,” he grunted, holding her hips still.
“What’s wrong?”
“Condom,” he said, ashamed that he’d been too blinded by lust to think about precautions.
Reilly remained where she was, his cock fully seated inside her. She cupped his face, her fingers soft and cool against his skin.
“I’m on the pill,” she said softly. “And I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time.”
He understood what she was saying, but he still felt like an ass for not taking the appropriate measures beforehand.
“Brady,” she whispered, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth. “If you want a condom, I’ll get one.”
He opened his eyes and got lost in her light-green gaze. She was so fucking beautiful.
“I trust you,” she said, kissing the other corner of his mouth. “Do you trust me?”
“Always.”
She kept her eyes locked with his as she began to move, lifting her hips, sliding off his cock until he was almost entirely out of her. Then she lowered again, her pussy walls caressing every inch of him.
Part of him couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt surreal. Overwhelmingly so.
“Reilly,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him as he kissed her.
She whimpered, rocking her hips, continuing to ignite sparks where their bodies were joined.
“God, baby, you feel so good,” he rasped, pressing his forehead to hers, afraid to let her see the emotion that was no doubt glittering in his eyes. He couldn’t help it. This was different. And it wasn’t solely about how fucking good it felt. She trusted him.
