Page 18 of Full Body Check

Oh, that’s right, I didn’t chime in on the whole “what’s your middle name” game they all played earlier. “Eugene, babe,” I lightly chuckle, more so at her pounding her cute little fists on the bed than this new game we’re playing, and add a third finger, “my middle name is Eugene.”

“I. Don’t. Care! Eat me, fuck me, I don’t care which either, but do it right this second or I’m leaving!” She’s huffing, flushed… and doing her best to fuck herself on my hand.

“But if I do-”

“Brewer!”

“Okay, damn.” I laugh, as content as I’ve been in too long — we’re on the same page. I stall for one more deep inhale of her desire then lower my head to cover her slick, shiny pussy with my mouth. Damn, she’s sweet everywhere. “Better now?

“Much,” she mewls, shifting her hips to beg for more of my mouth.

I happily dive right back in licking slow, then fast, sucking just shy of hard, getting off on every sexy noise she makes and how desperately she’s clinging to my forearms.

“Oh, God, Brewer, yes, so close.” Her voice shakes, along with her thighs.

My fingers are such a snug fit, and every time her muscles contract around them my cock jerks, wanting some of that tightness for himself. But I keep him at bay, digits stretching her, mouth savoring every drop of her building orgasm. When her breathing turns to quick shallow pants and she’s dripping down my chin, I go in for the kill, stroking the sweet spot with just the right amount of pressure and tonguing her clit in fast circles.

“Brewer.” It’s a loud, seemingly endless wail, a white-knuckles clutch on the covers and her head thrashing from side-to-side as she comes for me, explodes for me, drowning me in her wet warmth.

I lean back, really for the view — a sated, yet still soaring, Gracelyn — but she’s ready to again defy everything I thought I knew and knocks me sideways. Springing up off her back as though energized by electrocution rather than relaxed, she pounces like a Puma, wrapping herself around me and attacking my mouth.

When she pulls back for air, she doesn’t wait to gather any, and pants, “Foreplay, the trophy, gold medal, Hall of Fame, all yours, but now, now you fuck me, Brewer.”

Gracelyn’s petite, a little bitty thing, and yet, there seems to be a lot more of her right now, all over me, her hands and mouth hardly able to keep up with her crazed frenzy.

Not that I’m complaining.

I take us down to the bed and move us, as one, up the mattress. I’m gonna need room. “Gracelyn,” I mumble in her mouth, latched tight to mine, “Baby, look at me.” I make to pull away, but she shakes her head and holds fast to my hair… and opens her eyes. “You sure?” She nods. “Bare?” And again, the confirmation, and prospect, thumping in my chest. Gripping my impossibly hard, painfully patient cock, I find her scorching center, dipping just the tip inside her. This time I break free from her, not about to miss this, and look down. Pulling out and encasing still just the tip, back in — over and over — her moans blend with my strained groans… and yet, I continue my own amazing torture. “Fuck, Gracelyn, you feel so damn good. So warm. Tight. Wet. That’s it, baby, get my cock nice and slick.”

Ah, my woman likes a dirty mouth, the hot rush she coats me with her tell.

I slowly push in further but freeze, my eyes darting up to her face when her almost inaudible hiss pierces my ears. “Damn, I’m sorry. I’d never hurt you.” Brown eyes as big as ever, they smile at me, through the kept tears, guilt stabbing me in the gut.

“I know, and you’re not… not too bad.” She exhales, rubbing both hands up my arms. “Just give me a sec to adjust.”

“Grac-”

“No way, no more of that.” She wraps her legs around me, digging in her heels. “We are not veering off again; stay right where you are, or so help me…” Taking a few breaths, in and out, her body goes lax under me, and her tight smile softens. “Come down here and kiss me, Brewer.”

“Any damn time you want.” I wink, my smile now returned too, and I lean in to kiss her downy lips, bracing my forearms and weight on either side of her head. Our mouths meld together, tongues tangle, and when she uses her heels to silently urge me on, I once more begin to gently glide in and out of her, a little at a time. Nothing, no one has ever felt like this — natural, instinctual, meant to be — and not gonna lie, it scares the hell out of me. She fits beneath me perfectly, soft where I’m hard, small where I’m big, and giving back twice what she takes.

She digs her heels into me again and pushes her hips up, begging for more, deeper, faster, or maybe all of the above. “I’m good now,” she breathes into my mouth, “ready. Give it to me, Brewer.”

Well, damn.I’ve tried controlling myself, mindful to take great care with her, but when a woman like Gracelyn, a shy spark, a gorgeous goddess splayed beneath you, asks you to fuck her… you fuck her.

I interlace our fingers and push her arms above her head, then lay more of my weight, my body, on hers, and bury all of my cock in her with one smooth drive. She winces, but quickly recovers and matches my passion, clamping around my entire length in a way that has me swearing I see stars. She’s so damn tight, there’s no part of me not scorched by her heat.

I take back one of my hands to seek out her clit and dance it in circles with my thumb, sucking her tongue deep in my mouth, and angling my hips to tap her G-spot with every thrust. “Gracelyn, baby, you close?” I grunt, picking up speed. “You feel so goddamn good, so fucking silky on my cock, not sure how much more I can take.”

Her answer is a breathy, repetitive chant that wakes the primal beast inside me. “Uh huh, uh huh, uhhh…” Her little body starts to quake, her pussy starts to pulsate, and my head lolls back on my shoulders as that beast roars and I come, hard and long, with her, inside her, claiming her.

---