Without haste, he tore open the zipper, pulled them off and kicked them aside, all in record time.
“Good. Now the shirt.” That disappeared just as fast.
Lindsay took a long moment to admire his gorgeous, naked, bronzed body. Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away, letting it drift to the cardboard box in the corner. Her mind raced as she mentally catalogued the contents.
Brad shot her a nervous glance and swiped his bangs to the side. She could see perspiration dotting his flesh. “Lindsay? I’m not—”
“Shh.” She silenced him with her fingertips. “I don’t remember giving you permission to talk,” she teased.
When he frowned, her heart went out to him. The poor guy had no idea how much he was going to enjoy this.
She touched his cheek and softened her voice. “You have to trust me, Brad. Trust that I know you’ll enjoy this. The same way I trusted you.”
His brow smoothed out, his eyes relaxed and he gave a quick nod. “You really are something else, Lindsay. I’m discovering you’re a lot different from the women I’m used to.”
She frowned and planted her hands on her hips. “Different? As in deviant sex-crazed-woman-who-likes-to-be-spanked different?”
He chuckled. “Well, when you put it that way.”
“Hey,” she said wagging a warning finger at him. “Play nice.”
He gave her the devil’s grin. “I always play nice, Lindsay. I thought you’d know that by now.” When she cast him a skeptical glance, he put his hand to his chest. “I meant it as a compliment, scout’s honor.”
“Well alright then.” She tossed him a grin and spun around.
Before she could make her way to the box, Brad cupped her elbow, turned her around and urged her back. As their bodies collided, he brushed his thumb over her bottom lip and pulled her impossibly close. The feel of his thick cock pressing against her stomach drew her attention and made her shiver in anticipation.
His voice dropped an octave. “I really like that you feel comfortable enough with me to just let go and be yourself. And I like what we did, Lindsay. I really, really liked it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he assured her. “I never knew sex games could be so much fun. Thanks for showing me.”
There was that tenderness and vulnerability in his eyes again. Lindsay nodded, unable to find her voice. Fighting down the barrage of emotions, she twisted around and made her way to the box. She pulled out the honey dust, a feather and a squeezable bottle of peach-flavored Hot Kisses. Brad looked like the kind of guy who’d appreciate peach flavor, which just so happened to be her favorite.
She gathered her supplies in a pile and made her way back to Brad. Body hard, cock aching, he stood there, gaze riveted, silently watching her with hungry eyes. Her body immediately grew needy for him again.
She stood in front of him. His warm familiar scent curled around her, arousing all her senses. With a slight nudge she pushed him onto the bed. His large frame hit with a thud. Once again, Lindsay spent a moment just staring at him, unable to believe this gorgeous specimen was hers to do with as she wished. And boy, oh boy, did she have a lot of wishes.
She dropped her goodies onto the nightstand and climbed over him, her long legs straddling his waist. His thick cock pressed against her ass and felt so damn incredible. It almost made her abandon her plan to drive him into a sexual frenzy, the same way he had done to her, and just climb on board for the ride of her life.
Brad gripped her hips and ground his cock into her backside. “Jesus, Lindsay, you’ve got me so hard, I’m going to erupt.”
Resisting the urge to impale herself on him, Lindsay gyrated her body, enjoying the way it stimulated her oversensitive clit. A moment later, she slid off his lap. There were things she wanted to do to him first before he erupted. She grabbed her feather and lightly brushed it over his throbbing cock. Brad put his hands over his head and groaned. “Are you trying to kill me?”
She opened the bottle of peach honey dust, dipped the feather in. In one fluid movement, she brushed it over his cock, like she was painting a masterpiece. Once she was satisfied she’d covered every square inch, she put the feather aside. “Perfect,” she said, pleased with her work.
Brad made a deep guttural sound and she could almost feel the sexual frustration grip him. “Perfect? No, not perfect. You’re killing me.”
With that, Lindsay settled herself on her knees, bent forward and sank his engorged cock to the back of her throat, enjoying the delicious taste of peach mingling with the arousing taste of Brad’s liquid heat.
Suddenly, Brad’s growl segued into a low heated moan. His hips jerked forward, his fingers tangled through her long curls, pulling her hair off her face so he could see her slick mouth in action.
“Okay, now that is perfect,” he managed to force out between deep raspy groans.
Obviously Brad had a few fetishes of his own.
Knowing he was watching, she wanted him to enjoy the show. “Mmmm…” she moaned, moving her head up and down as her other hand slipped underneath to cradle his balls. His cock swelled in her mouth, the veins filling with heated blood. After a long moment of tasting him, she inched back and began to work her tongue over his shaft, taking time to swirl around the tip and lick underneath his bulbous head.
She felt his fingers tighten in her hair and knew he wasn’t kidding when he said he was ready to erupt. She nipped at him, easing off a bit, giving him reprieve.
Her tongue found his stomach, she licked a path back up to his mouth. “How you doing?” She put all her weight on top of him, loving the way he felt beneath her, loving the way her heavy, swollen breasts pressed into his
