Page 17 of Full Body Check

She’s gawking at me as if I’ve lost my damn mind, and honestly, she might be on to something.

We’re in my bed, together, both naked… and I pumped the brakes on her hand pumping my cock, while the tip was in her mouth, because…

Yeah, she’s definitely on to something. I’ve more than obviously lost my damn mind. The whole thing. Gone.

But the longer she looks at me, really looks at me, she must see what I’m failing to say with words, because the fire in her eyes dims and a small smile appears. “I may have picked a crude song, but I’m stillsomuchbetter at setting the mood than you,” she snickers. “Here I thought men were incapable of thoughtin these types of situations, but no. You think more than an entire cheerleading squad combined, and continue to surprise me, Brewer Hayes. Congratulations, big boy.”

I scrub both hands over my face and give my head a hard, fast jerk, in desperate need of a fucking reset button. “I got your ‘cheerleading squad,’” I growl, rolling over and tucking her hot little body underneath mine all in one move. “What I meant was, This. Is. Happening, Gracelyn. All damn night. Weekend. Week. However long you’re here. I haven’t changed my mind about that, and neither have you. But, you are gonna put away your preconceived notions and just go with the flow. Let things happen, see where they go, without worrying ahead and sabotaging them. You hear me?”

“Uh huh, yep, whatever you say,” she idly dismisses me, “now, why don’t you run that mouth of yours… in other places?”

Good plan. She’s not hearing me, so showing her it is. Hoisting her arms over her head and pinning them there, I lean down to kiss up her smooth throat, and try one last time. “Quit worrying, baby girl. Your brain, and all those thoughts rolling around it, will shut off the second I’m inside you.”

“Promise?” Her exhale shakes with hope.

“Promise.” Trapping both wrists with one hand, I slide my other over her stomach and down between her legs. “Please tell me you’re covered, ‘cause I’ll give every last dime I have to any charity you want if I don’t have to be.”

Her eyes double in size and fly to mine, a bewitching battle of fear and desire there, as she mulls over my words… and tilts her pelvis up to invite my fingers further inside.

“I am,” little moan, “and you,” another, “athlete, physical, ahhh, Brewer…”

“Right there, huh? Answer me, Gracelyn, about being covered, and I’ll make it even better,” I grunt in her ear, nipping the lobe.

“Yeah, yes, okay, but-”

“I’ve got you, baby. No more thinking.”

“Okay,” she surrenders in a drawled mewl, her head lolling to the side, allowing me free access to her neck. Fingers working below, on, around, in and out of her, I free my other hand, by freeing hers, and fill it with big, beautiful breast. She likes that, purring louder for me, bowing into my touch as her legs fall further open. “Brewer…”

“What is it, beautiful?” I goad against her neck, where my mouth and tongue freely roam, squeezing her tit and circling its hard hot nipple with my thumb.

“I, I want you, now,” she whimpers and reaches for me, nails digging into the back of my shoulders.

“I’ll hurt you, sweet girl. Need you to come for me again first, get you nice and ready. Can you do that? Hmm?” I bury my fingers inside her, grazing the sweet spot, and tease both nipples with one more long suck before kissing my way down her beautiful body. “I want another taste.” My groan’s growing darker, my self-control thread-thin, every sense engaged to bursting. Easing her thighs further apart, I then find her hands and guide them down to replace mine. “Hold them there, up and out. I want you open for me, baby. Wide open.” She hums in agreement and does what I say, exposing herself fully. Trustingly. And though her sweet scent has my nostrils flared, mouthwatering, and dick painfully engorged, a tiny trademark catches my eye. Another unique Gracelyn nuance I can’t not admire. “Birthmark?” I grin and ask, eyes on hers, but finger tracing my discovered treasure on the inside of her thigh.

“No, just a freckle,” she snickers, doing her best not to squirm.

“You ticklish here?”

“I guess so! Brewer, stop, please!” She giggles harder, but keeps an impressive hold on her legs despite her fidgeting.

I guess so, she said. That tells me no one else has ever asked. Noticed. Meaning… this is my freckle.

I dip my head and kiss it, then higher, and higher still, one hand spread over her stomach to pin her writhing body to the mattress.

With the other, I touch her, gliding a single finger straight down the middle of her pussy. She’s swollen, so wet with want, need, and… different. And not just in the way that hers is the only pussy I’ve ever stopped to examine, which is a huge telling difference in and of itself. No, Gracelyn’s body, her everything, calls to me on unexplainable, disarming as hell, ways. I can only pray she’s feeling, thinking, half of what I am… and just to make sure…

I stand up and drag her to the end of the bed, smiling at her small squeal of surprise. “Wasn’t kidding, Gracelyn, for as long as you’re here, you’re mine,” I breathe hot against her glistening core. “You with me on that?”

“Yes,” her moan’s a mix of frustrations — sexual, and my insistence — and not good enough for me. I insist that she mean it, so…

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’m with you on that.” Now her moan’s a groan, and only of frustration with me.

“With me on what,” I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, “exactly?” and ease two fingers inside her. “Just wanna make extra sure that we’re on the same sentence of the same page.”

“Brewer, fucking, Hayes-”

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