‘Yes, baby.’ She stroked his hair back from his face.
‘I want to taste you.’
He wasn’t asking permission, but she gave it to him anyway because they both liked it that way. ‘Put your mouth on me.’
With another grin and a duck of his head, Brandon leant forwards to press his face into her pussy. Leah’s legs parted wider and she gripped the desk as he lifted one of her legs to go over his shoulder. His hot breath seeped through the fabric of her tights and panties, warming her already heated cunt. He kissed her there, then rubbed his lips over her clit. Her mouth slammed shut on a groan at the pressure, which was tantalising but not nearly enough.
‘Stand up,’ he whispered.
She did and stood over him so he could hook his fingers into the elastic at her waist and pull her tights down over her legs. Her skirt she held high, bunched at her waist.
Brandon had to wrestle with the stretchy tights to get them all the way off, and Leah laughed. He tipped his face up to her as he pulled, laughing too.
Love swept over her in a wave so fierce it would have sent her to join him on her knees had she not grabbed his shoulder. The white hum that always tickled her ears when he was submitting to her, no matter how subtly, for a moment became a roar. Leah gasped, and Brandon’s grin faded.
His brow furrowed. ‘Leah?’
She shook her head. His hands on the backs of her thighs steadied her. So did the kiss he pressed to just above each knee. Her skirt had fallen on one side when she grabbed his shoulder, and Brandon pushed it aside to reach her flesh.
She loved him. This was not some schoolgirl crush or something to do to pass the time. He wasn’t a man she put up with because it was easier than breaking it off. She’d chosen Brandon six months ago, and she still chose him, every day.
Leah undid the buttons at the front of her skirt and let it fall off her hips. It caught briefly on him and then fell to the floor when he moved. She stepped out of it, still in her panties and soft turtleneck sweater.
Her nipples peaked through the lace of her bra and showed clearly through her sweater. Brandon didn’t miss that, and his eyes gleamed again. He put his hands on her ass and pulled her forwards against his mouth. One hand tugged the cotton to the side and then, oh, fuck yes, he’d found her with his tongue and lips.
Her grip bore down on his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin, but Brandon didn’t even flinch. He moaned into her. He licked her clit and sucked gently until Leah’s hips bucked forwards.
She wouldn’t be able to stand for this, literally unable to keep upright while he ate her. She needed to sit, to lean, to lie down. But for now it felt too good for her to move as he spread her pussy with his fingers and nibbled her clit with teasing strokes of his tongue and lips.
It was rare they went for more than a day or two without making love, and it had been a helluva lot longer than that. Leah’s cunt contracted in the first orgasmic spasm by the time Brandon had pulled her panties off. When he bent back to blow on her, small, steady puffs, Leah couldn’t hold back the groan of frustration.
She looked down at him, and then he was on his feet. Stretching up, up, up, he towered over her. His hands tangled in the hem of her sweater and pulled it off over her head. When his mouth crushed hers, Leah was already wrapping her arms around his neck and jumping into his embrace. He caught her easily, his hands under her ass, and walked her to the pulled-out couch that screamed in protest when they sank onto it.
His cock, still shielded by cotton, rubbed her belly. He rolled them both until she straddled him. Mouths locked, tongues stabbing and dancing, they both worked to get him naked. Panting, Leah pulled back to ride his thighs and reach for his delicious erection. It leapt in her hand and she drew gentle, teasing fingers down the length until she reached his balls.
And she stopped.
Brandon stopped too, his every muscle tense. He licked his lips, his gaze going first to where her hand cupped his balls and then to her face. Under her touch, his skin grew hotter. He wasn’t helpless in her grip, but they could both pretend he was.
‘Do you still want to taste me?’
His tongue crept out again to swipe over the mouth she’d come to crave with an addict’s intensity. ‘Yes.’
‘Well then,’ Leah murmured, ‘I guess it’s your lucky day.’
She crawled up his body and sat on his chest, her knees next to his ears. Brandon was already holding her hips and urging her forwards until her cunt hovered perfectly over his face, but Leah didn’t lower herself close enough for him to lick her. Not yet.
So much of what they did was based on trust and anticipation, she wanted to relish this just a moment longer. From this position there was no question who was in control. She could move, writhe, even grind herself onto his face if she wanted to. But for now she only teased his lips with the fluff of her curls.
Brandon could have forced her down, or lifted his head to reach her, but he liked the game as much as she did. Sometimes, based on how easy it was to get him erect and panting in her ear, Leah wondered if he didn’t love it even more. He waited, each breath catching in his throat as his fingers flexed on her hips.
Without a headboard to grasp, Leah had to be satisfied with bracing herself on the back of the couch. Her hands sank into the padded fabric
