Page 22 of Choosing Skyler

“Bedtime?” he whispers huskily.

I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck and jumping to wrap my legs around his waist. He catches me with ease and carries me down the hall to my room. He kicks the door closed and lays me down in the middle of my bed. When he starts to stand, I tighten my hold on his neck and pull him into a kiss.

I run my hands down his back and under his t-shirt to feel his skin under my hands. His skin is warm and his muscles tense under my palms. When I scratch gently along his shoulder blades, he groans. I push his shirt up, urging him to take it off.

He lifts one hand to the back of his neck and pulls his shirt over his head.Why is that so hot?!His lean, strong arms tense from holding his weight off of me as I run my hands up his arms and trail them down his chest. His eyes close and he hums at the affection. It’s a little sad that at almost twenty-two I’ve never touched a man’s bare chest. I’ve never wanted to before.

When he opens his eyes to look at my face his eyes flash at whatever he sees. He thrusts his hips and I feel him hardening behind his basketball shorts. I roll my hips up to meet him and moan at the pressure against my clit. He leans back down to take my lips in a fiery kiss. It’s almost…rough?No, not rough. It’s passionate. I roll my hips again and we both moan. He puts one hand on my waist, just above my hip and looks at me with a question in his eyes. I nod and he runs his hand up my side, underneath my shirt. His eyes never leave mine. I have no doubt that if I flinch, he’ll stop andthatjust makes me want him even more.

Brady

I watch Skyler closely as I skate my hand up her side, my thumb grazing the bottom of her breast. She gasps at the contact and rolls her hips into me again. Then, she arches her back, silently pleading for more of my touch.

“Whatcha need, Beautiful?” I ask her huskily.

“You,” she says without hesitation.

“I’m right here. Tell me what you need.” I’ll give her whatever she desires to see her fly apart for me, again.

“Touch me, please. Just touch me,” she rasps out, rolling her hips.

I cup her breast and graze my thumb across her nipple, thrusting my hips into her heat.She is burning up.Her nipple pebbles under my touch and I do it again, squeezing her breast lightly.

“Brady… More, please,” she whimpers.

I rise up to lift her shirt over her head slowly, giving her a chance to stop me. She doesn’t. She shrugs out of her shirt impatiently and reaches for me. I kiss her as she runs her hands up my back and grips the top of my shoulders. She pulls me down and moans when I kiss down her throat to her chest. I glance up at her, but she’s not looking at me. Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed as she bites her bottom lip. I lift my head and her eyes snap to mine.

She runs her hands into my hair and pulls my head back to her chest.Point taken.I chuckle and run my tongue down the center of her chest. Then, I take one pebbled nipple into my mouth as I pinch the other lightly. She arches into my touch, and I keep going. Nipping and kissing down her soft belly to the waistband of her cotton pants. When my hands land on her hips, she lifts them for me to pull her pants down. She’s wearing white lace panties and I decide to leave them for now. I kiss along her belly just above her underwear and she writhes under me. I pull her pants off and sit up to look at her. She’s all soft curves and fucking perfect.

She looks up at me with blue flames as I skate my hands up her thighs. I run my fingers along the apex of her thighs, right along the edge of her underwear, but not quite dipping inside them. She whimpers and rolls her hips to increase the pressure of my touch. When I cup her through her panties, she moans. I crawl back up the bed and stretch out beside her, my hand never leaving the wet heat I can feel through the lace.

“Whatcha need, Beautiful?” I ask again, looking into those blue orbs.

She rolls her hips again in answer. I press my palm harder against her clit and she jumps, moaningloud. I kiss her to swallow those sounds.Those are mine. She is mine. I’m the only one who has ever seen her like this.

That thought has me losing my patience to see her fly again. I dip my hand inside her panties and run my fingers through her to spread the wetness to her clit. I rub hard little circles around it as she moans and thrusts her hips up. She grabs onto my arm, not stopping me, just holding on to ground herself. I keep rubbing, faster and faster until her legs are trembling, and I know she’s about to explode. I watch her face as just she falls apart, I dip the tip of my finger inside—not thrusting, just teasing as she rides out her orgasm.

She looks up at me as I raise my hand to my mouth and suck her sweet juices from my finger. She blushes, but her eyes spark again. I lean forward to see if she’ll let me kiss her. I may be pushing a little, but I’m completely lust drunk after watching her fly apart for me. She leans forward and takes my mouth in a soft kiss. Then, she hums and deepens the kiss.My girl likes to get a little dirty,I think.

When she pulls back, her cheeks flame. “I can’t believe I did that. Is that okay?” she asks, looking a little worried.

“Skyler, anything you want to do with me is more than okay. Didyoulike it?” I ask her.

She nods excitedly. Then, she puts her hand on my chest and slides it towards my waist. I put my hand on top of hers to halt her movements and her eyes flash to mine.

“I want to make you feel good too, Brady. I want… Ineedto touch you,” she says, wiggling her fingers under my hand until I release her.

Her hand darts into the waist of my shorts like she’s afraid I’ll stop her again.No way. I couldn’t if I wanted to.She dips inside my boxer briefs, finding the head of my cock waiting for her touch. She pauses for just a second before running her finger down the wet slit at the tip. She lets out a shaky breath and wraps her small hand around my length, squeezing lightly. I try to be patient and let her explore. I swear I try, but her touch iseverything. I thrust my hips, ramming my erection through her fist. She gasps and squeezes tighter. Almost too tight.

I grab her wrist and thrust again, groaning at the feel of her grip around me. She looks up at me and her eyes widen at the pure arousal that must be written on my face. She starts to pump her hand up and down my shaft from head to base. I let go of her wrist to grab her neck, pulling her into a kiss. I groan into her mouth when her hand swipes the sensitive head of my cock to gather the wetness there for an easier glide. To be as inexperienced as she is, she knows just how to take me apart. I’m mindless as I thrust into her strokes. All too soon I feel my stomach clench and my balls tighten.

“Skyler… Ahhh,” I groan as I explode into her hand, covering it with my cum.

She keeps pumping until I grab her wrist to stop her from driving me all the way out of my mind. When she pulls her hand from my shorts to study the mess on it, I reach behind me for my shirt to help clean her up. When my gaze returns to her, I gasp at the sight of her licking her fingers clean with a look of pure satisfaction on her face. Remember what I said about not being all the way out of my mind? Scratch that—my mind is definitely blown for this beautiful woman.

Chapter 10

Skyler

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