Copyright © 2007 Alyce Brown
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A hand slipped into my pajama shorts; a warm body spooned mine. “Open for me,” a passion-filled voice demanded.
The demand evaporated the languor of sleep, and desire streaked through me. I acquiesced to his request, to the fire that raged within me, and spread my legs. A finger slipped into me, and every cell in my body zoomed in on the sensation. In and out, he stroked, with just enough pressure against my clitoris to evoke a whimper. Each caress brought me closer to the precipice, my body winding tighter and tighter, ready to spin out of control at any second. The pressure became nearly unbearable. Just as the beginnings of an orgasm spread within me, Brandon’s hand disappeared. I mewed in protest and grabbed for his hand. He nipped my neck and pressed his cock urgently against my ass. It nestled between my cheeks, too far from my core to satisfy this craving that threatened to consume me. I arched back toward him in search of the orgasm he had evoked and that ebbed with each passing moment. His finger returned to tantalize, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him inside of me…all of him.
“God, you are so wet.” Warm breath raced along the nape of my neck. Shivers chased in its wake.
Urgent hands tugged at my shorts, quickly stripping them off with my thong following close behind. Cool air danced along my heated flesh, and the yearning to be filled rushed over me. Hands adjusted my hips, and his warm, hard length slid past my buttocks to my pussy. Inch by inch, he slipped into me until he was buried to the hilt. A hiss of air whooshed past my lips.
“I thought you couldn’t stand the smell.” The comment slipped out before I could stop myself. Me and my impeccable timing.
A chuckle rumbled through his chest, vibrated in my ear, and intensified the desire already coursing through my system. “I couldn’t, but it doesn’t seem to matter anymore.” He pulled out halfway, and I caught my breath, speechless and captivated. “But you are too sexy to resist,” he said and thrust into me.
My eyes rolled back in my head. This man knew how to pleasure a woman. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.