Brady slipped his hand between their bodies, finding her clit with this thumb. He applied gentle pressure, which increased each time she rocked forward.
“Yes,” she hissed.
He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “Can you come like this?”
She nodded.
“Not yet,” he told her when her pussy fluttered around his cock. “Not yet, sweet baby.”
Brady satisfied himself with watching as she rode him, fueling the sweet rush of impending release with every passing second. Reilly wasn’t in a hurry, and neither was he. He let the sensations linger, each one more intense than the last as she fucked him.
When she cupped her breasts and lifted them toward his mouth, he leaned in and sucked on her nipples, alternating between them as she continued the perfect rolling motion that caused a tingling in his spine.
She whimpered when he curled his arm around her and held her in place, impaled on his cock. He rolled her beneath him on the couch, shifting over her so they were touching from chest to knee. He began pumping into her, brushing her hair back from her face as she stared up at him. Her green eyes glittered as she watched him watching her.
“It’s perfect,” she whispered.
He maintained a leisurely pace. “What is?”
“All of it. You. Me.” She curled her arms under his, holding onto him. “This.”
Brady tilted his pelvis so that he added friction against her clit as he fucked her with slow, deep strokes.
“Yes…” Reilly spread her knees wider, allowing more friction where she wanted it. “Just like that… oh, Brady.”
“You undo me, Reilly,” he whispered.
She smiled. “Ditto.”
When he drove into her harder, Reilly shifted, allowing him to go deeper.
When he began pounding into her, she grabbed his arms, holding herself still to maximize the pleasure for both of them.
“Come for me,” he said softly, still holding her gaze.
Another smile pulled at her sweet lips, and a second later, her head tilted back, her body clasping him as she whimpered and moaned.
She buried her face in his neck and held on while he made love to her in the sweetest way he’d ever experienced. He gauged how close she was by her soft whimpers and moans.
“Brady…”
Her pussy clenched tightly, fluttering around his cock.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, her arms tightening around him as her body tensed beneath his.
Brady ground his teeth together, holding on for one … more … minute.
Reilly brought her lips to his ear and whispered, “I love you.”
He wasn’t sure she meant for him to hear it, but those three words sent him soaring.
“Come for me,” he demanded gruffly. “Come for me so I can come inside you.”
Reilly cried out his name, her nails digging into his flesh as she shattered underneath him. He let go, soaring into an ethereal existence, floating on pleasure so intense he wanted to cry.
Nineteen
Donovan was surprised Tate didn’t ask questionswhen he drove to his parents’ house. Then again, Tate took that opportunity to go to his house and grab clothes, which pleased him. Knowing Tate intended to spend the night and wouldn’t disappear loosened something inside him.
