“Do you know what I see?”
Her words were fractured. “What…what do you mean?”
He licked her, a long luxurious lick all the way from the back to the front. “I see a strong woman putting her pleasures in my hand, praying that I just might know what she wants.” He swirled his tongue over her engorged clit and looked up at her. She raked her fingers through his hair, and when their eyes met, it brought them an even deeper level of intimacy. “And you know what, Lindsay?”
He could tell it took effort for her to talk. “What?” she whispered.
“I do know what you want.”
A soft breathless whimper sounded in her throat as he pushed a finger inside her tight channel. His tongue raked over her clit and just like that, she climaxed all over his hand and in his mouth. It amazed him at how her body responded so readily to him.
As he lapped at her creamy essence and absorbed her tremor, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, after sampling her sweetness, he’d never have a taste for another.
5
Lindsay ran her fingers through Brad’s hair as the soft blade of his tongue soothed her swollen clitoris. God, she’d never come so hard or so fast in her entire life, with or without a man. His bold, sexy words, combined with the intimate feel of his fingers deep inside her, stroking her G-spot, had her going off like a Roman candle. Holy hell the man knew just how to touch her and just how to talk to her to drive her into a sexual frenzy.
Brad had quickly brought her to never-before-known heights of excitement with his sexy little bondage games. But the truth was, she wanted more from him, and she wasn’t even close to sating her sexual appetite. She suspected when it came to him, she never would be.
Lindsay needed to see him naked so she could touch and kiss and pleasure his rock-hard body, the same exquisite way he’d pleasured hers. She craved the feel of his thick cock inside her, and ached to climb over him and ride him with wild abandon until they both reached earth-shattering climaxes.
Still breathless, she gripped his shoulders. “Come here, Brad.”
He slid up her body, removed her nipple clamps with the utmost care and brought his mouth close to hers. It occurred to her that Brad took great care in everything he did, from taking down a wall to giving her an orgasm.
“Hey.” He pressed his body to hers. “Are you doing okay?”
She nodded and brushed her lips over his, enjoying the taste of her desire on his mouth.
“Mmmm,” he moaned when her tongue slipped inside to play with his. His warm breath wafted across her face and filled her with a longing. She broke the gentle kiss, inched back and looked at him, really looked at him. His expression was warm, tender and vulnerable, and stirred her insides.
She gulped air. Oh God, he had a way of touching her so deeply it made her insides quake. Self-preservation urged her to ignore the emotions he brought out in her and concentrate only on the lust still burning up inside her.
She cupped his cheek and he leaned into her hand. “Thank you,” she whispered into his mouth.
He grinned and brushed her bangs from her forehead. “My pleasure.”
Her hands left his face, trailed over his hard, muscular chest and went to his trim waist. She tugged his shirt out from his jeans. In her most sultry voice she murmured, “Speaking of your pleasure.”
His hand closed over hers and stopped her fingers from exploring further. His eyes were dark and serious, his voice full of tender concern. “I want you, Lindsay, all of you, but don’t feel the need to do this if you don’t really want to. It gave me pleasure just to pleasure you.”
It gave him pleasure just to pleasure her.
Her heart turned over in her chest. So far Brad had proven to be different from any of the guys she’d had relationships with. He was perceptive and smart, caring enough to look beneath her surface to understand her needs and desires. She’d been with men longer, had dated them for months even, and they still hadn’t been able to read her the way Brad had. Honestly, no matter how much she craved to be dominated in the bedroom, she wasn’t about to come right out and tell a guy she wanted to be spanked or tied up, but Brad could see through her, see her deepest darkest desire.
Oh boy, she was in trouble here.
Because this was just supposed to be about sex. They’d agreed on it.
His hand closed over hers and squeezed, bringing her thoughts back to him. She noted how his tender touch traveled all the way to her heart and caused her chest to ache. It was slight, but none the less, it was still there.
She brushed her hand over his cock, wanting to give him everything he’d given her and more. Wanting to make it as perfect for him as he’d made it for her. Suddenly his pleasure became more important than her very next breath.
“Trust me, Brad. I have to do this. This is about my pleasure too.” She gave him a smile.
The rough pad of his thumb scraped over her mouth, his eyes glazed with lust and anticipation. “Well if you insist.”
“Oh I insist.” She slipped her hand inside his pants and connected with his engorged shaft. His groan reverberated through her body.
She sheathed his thickness in her palm and squeezed. Lord, his cock was the best thing she’d ever felt. Long, smooth and hard. For her. Her mouth salivated, eager for a deep, thorough taste.
Lindsay kissed him on the mouth and then pushed him backwards until his knees hit the mattress. She waved her finger at
