Chapter 24

He stripped his shirt off as she watched, followed by his jeans and boxer briefs. Her eyes dropped to his erection as it stood proudly, preening for her. She bit her lip and it jumped in response, her eyes tracking the movement.

“Naked,” he said roughly and her hands went to the zip of her jeans. The button snapped open and he tugged them off, raking his eyes over the long length of her smooth, alabaster legs. The delicate pink lace panties she wore were damp and he slipped his finger under them to feel the evidence of her need.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so wet, Blue.”

She wriggled and removed the loose blouse that she wore, throwing it to the floor. His eyes wandered up from her damp panties, his finger still stroking her wetness, and took in the hollow of her stomach, the rise of her rib cage, and the plump pillows of her breasts. They were full and lush, overflowing from the demi-cup bra she wore and her nipples were hard nubs straining against the pink lace.

He slipped his finger inside her as he leaned down on the bed and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking the hard nub and lace into his mouth. She arched her back and spread her legs, granting him access to her entire body, not hiding, not holding back.

“God, you feel good Irish,” she moaned as he pumped his fingers into her.

Her hands threaded through his hair and she tugged him close to her chest urging him to take more of her into his mouth. He nosed the cup of her bra out of the way and ran his tongue around the now-exposed tip. He loved the taste of her skin, the mix of sweet and salty. He rolled the hardened nipple between his lips as his thumb found her clit. She thrust her hips into his hand, seeking the friction she needed and he obliged, pressing down with the heel of his hand.

She gasped and her body went rigid. He nipped the fleshy underside of her breast and felt her core muscles spasm around his fingers. A keening cry tore from her throat as she came, her fingers digging into his scalp. He kept the rhythm of his fingers going, slowing as the pulsing inside her subsided, bringing her back down slowly. He placed wet, open-mouthed kisses between her breasts and up over her collar bone, finding the soft place of her neck. He inhaled her sweet, floral scent as he suckled the throbbing pulse point and slowly withdrew his fingers. She drew her thighs together, clenching them to savour the tail end of her orgasm and let her hands slowly trail down his neck and across his shoulders.

He lifted his head and whispered harshly into her ear. “Naked.”

Cassie was boneless, her mind mush. She floated on a cushion of pleasure, half delirious and sated. His rough whisper in her ear sparked another round of throbbing between her thighs and she felt a rush of wetness. Helpless to disobey, she unhooked her bra, her numb fingers fumbling with the clasp, as he dragged her thoroughly wet panties off her legs.

Cassie enjoyed sex and she wasn’t a prude. She hadn’t had a lot of sexual partners, not once Nathan came into her life, but she’d had enough to know that Brian had skills. She had often wondered if their first night together had been a fluke. Was it because she had only been with Nathan for so long? Was it the thrill of something new and different that had made it seem so good? She could happily say that that wasn’t the case at all.

Brian dragged his mouth down her neck, between her breasts and across her stomach before coming to rest on the mound between her legs. His beard rasped across her skin adding a whole other dimension. The juxtaposition of his soft mouth and his prickly beard heightened the sensation, causing a flood of wetness at her core.

He nuzzled the bare skin of her sex and she thanked her stars that she had kept up her waxing, despite seeing no bedroom action for six months. She loved the feel of his whiskers on the sensitive, soft skin and adored the fact that he took his time. Nathan had gone down on her, and he seemed to enjoy it, but Brian took it to a whole new level. He seemed to take particular joy in cunnilingus, and she was happy to be the recipient of his expert ministrations.

He rubbed his nose along the crease of her thigh, his beard underscoring the sensual touch. He took a long slow lick of her folds, taking an extra swirl around her clit. Cassie exhaled and let her knees fall open, making room for his wide shoulders between them.

He used his fingers to spread her folds open and traced a figure-eight pattern with his tongue; up around her clit, down the other side to rim her entrance and then back up. It was erotic as fuck and she trembled with need. He nibbled and sucked on her folds, teasing her. She rocked her hips into him, demanding more and he obeyed by rolling her clit between his lips and sucking hard.

Her hips shot off the bed and he took advantage of the change in position by sliding his hands under her arse and holding her up so he could devour her. Her orgasm built quickly, her body tightening in preparation. He flicked his tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves in quick little flutters and her climax rocked through her in great waves of sensation. She cried out, gasping for breath, her heart pounding and her mind blanking.

He didn’t bring her down gently, not this time. He flipped her over and dragged up onto her knees, her chest flat on the mattress. She heard the foil wrapper and waited impatiently while he sheathed himself in latex. Then he was there, behind her, his blunt head nudging her still spasming entrance. One of his big hands gripped her hip, his fingers digging into her flesh, while the other guided the head of his erection into her. He slid in slowly, taking his time and her muscles clenched around him.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned as he seated himself fully inside her.

She tightened her inner muscles and heard him gasp and then he began to move. He pounded into her, his hands tight on her hips and she gripped the sheets, relishing the feel of him.

“Harder,” she breathed, lifting her hips.

He pistoned into her, his breath ragged and she groaned. He was so deep and she was so wet and every glide of his shaft against her inner walls was bliss.

“You feel so fucking good,” he ground out and the roughness of his voice triggered something in her.

She began to clench around him her core tightening as her third orgasm for the night started to build. He reached around with one hand and slid his finger through her soaking wet folds, finding her sensitive nub and caressing it. It was the final stimulant she needed to push her over the edge and she shattered, her cries muffled by the sheets as she buried her face in the mattress. He followed her over the edge, swelling before exploding inside her, throbbing with his release.

They collapsed onto the bed, his chest sliding up along her back so that he could bury his face in her neck. His hot breath on her damp skin sent shivers through her as they lay, spent and unmoving.

All too soon he rolled off her, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling for a minute before getting to his feet to remove the condom and clean up.

She rolled onto her back and watched him walk to the ensuite, enjoying the view of his tight ass. He was bigger than Nathan…bigger everywhere…but there was not an ounce of flab on him. Everything about him was finely tuned and hot as fuck.

She stretched languidly. There was nothing quite like being thoroughly sexed up and Brian knew how to hit all the right spots. He was a generous lover, a skilled lover and one hell of a good lay. But he was more than that too and she knew that she had only just scratched the surface of what life would be like with him.

He walked back out of the ensuite, turning off the lights as he made his way across the room to the bed. He slid in next to her and gathered her close and she went willingly. Her body melted against his and he kissed her long, slow and deep. She sighed and snuggled into him and his arms tightened around her. They fell asleep like that, completely tangled up in one another and Cassie felt her heart crack open.