Page 40 of Brother In Arms

He set the carton of pralines ‘n cream on the counter and I asked him, “Are you crazy?”

“Certifiable sometimes, sure, but what’s that got to do with anything?”

I laughed and was amazed at how easy it was around him. He dished up two bowls and I told him not to forget the caramel sauce. He looked at the jar of it in his hand and I just knew he was thinking all kinds of dirty thoughts about it. He finally set it aside and came over to me where I stood with the bottle of my favorite bourbon in my hand.

“Pour a measure of that for me, would you, baby?” I swallowed hard and wondered if I was ready for this. His voice held that same quality it had in the barn. He was asking without asking and it was oh my god, hot. I uncorked the bottle and poured a finger into each glass.

“Take a sip,” he demanded and I did as I was told, nipples stiffening into peaks, a very definite tingle of arousal between my thighs. “Don’t swallow, not yet. Just hold it in your mouth and come over here. Leave the bottle.”

I set the bottle on the counter, but he hadn’t said anything about the glass so I brought it with me. I moved slowly across the kitchen until I stood just in front of him. The bourbon a rich, warm flavor coating my tongue. The amber liquid in the bottom of my glass just two shades lighter than his eyes which were fixed on my face.

“Swallow,” he commanded and I did as I was told. He smiled, a slow, wicked curve of lips and said, “Good girl,” his voice low and husky with desire. It was contagious, the desire in his voice sliding through my veins along with the warmth from the Kentucky bourbon I’d just drunk. He bent slowly, waiting for me to push him away but I didn’t, his lips met mine, tongue barging its way into my mouth, taking control just like he did with his voice.

I kissed him back, setting the glass aside as his arms swept behind my back and he pulled my body into his. I clung to him, arms around his neck as he straightened, taking me with him, setting me on the cool granite of my kitchen island. He nudged my knees apart and stepped between them, his large rough hands slipping inside my robe and along the satin of my short tank nightgown. He groaned and pulled the robe away, sliding it down my shoulders. I followed along, moving where he posed me, letting him slide the robe away until it puddled around my hips, pinned beneath me where I sat. He never stopped kissing me while he did it and it was incredibly hot, stealing my breath away.

He broke the kiss, both of our chests heaving and stared me in the eyes as he eased the straps of my nightgown off my shoulders, letting the peach satin pool in my lap.

“Don’t you move,” he growled and I wouldn’t dare. He picked up the jar of caramel sauce and twisted off the lid. “Put your hands behind your back, flat on the counter. Lean on them, yes… just like that.”

I leaned back casually on my hands but didn’t break eye contact, wondering how messy this was going to get. He brought the wide mouthed jar to one breast and daintily dipped one nipple into it. I closed my eyes at the sensation, probably one of the most sensual I’d ever encountered, gasping as his mouth closed around it, sucking the caramel sauce away. The heat of his mouth combined with the sticky caramel and the velvet of his tongue in such a sensitive place left me arching into him for more. He chuckled against my breast and the vibration of it made me moan.

Oh my god, yes…

The kitchen was silent, save for the faint chirp of crickets from outside and the light smacking noises of Rush’s mouth against my skin and I think I died and went to heaven. He pulled back from his handiwork murmured something about symmetry, and dipped my other nipple just the same. He repeated his worship of my other breast and pulled gently on it with his teeth before returning his mouth to mine. It was a deep, languorous kiss, slower and full of more meaning than any we had ever shared before.

I went for his jeans, fingers finding his belt and deftly loosening it, the leather sighing with relief. I unbuttoned and unzipped his fly carefully, pulling it out and away from his body, the heat of his erection radiating through the cloth and scorching my palm when I gripped it loosely, stroking from root to tip. He moaned into my mouth, and I took a spare second to push his pants the rest of the way out of my way.

He pulled me to the very edge of the counter for better access, shoving my robe and nightgown up, giving a frustrated grunt when he encountered the lace of my panties.

“Rip them off,” I begged breathlessly and he wrapped his fist in the material and gave a hard jerk that lifted my ass up off the granite countertop. The panties partially gave way with a short angry ripping sound, but he had to jerk twice more for them to give the rest of the way. I arched my body and spread my thighs and he dropped the ruin of my underwear to the kitchen floor.

“Put me in, baby. I wanna watch you do it.”

Holy shit, that’s hot.I’d never had a man make any such kind of request, I’d never had any man like Rush period. I stroked him a few times and guided the head of his cock to my pussy, rubbing him up and down the outside of my pussy lips in my gathering wetness. He stared down between my legs, watching me do it, his golden brown gaze transfixed. As much as what he was seeing turned him on, what I was seeing turned me on.

I pressed him to the opening of my vagina with one hand and dug my nails into his ass with the other, pulling him in, my head tipping back and a deep satisfied moan escaping my lips as he slowly filled me. God he was perfect. Not so huge that it was painful when we got rough, but just right for it and I loved that he got rough with me. That he didn’t treat me like some dainty princess.

I wrapped my legs around him so he couldn’t draw back and out of me too far, and reached up, pulling his face to mine. We kissed and it was one of the longest, deepest kisses I’d ever been a part of.

Then, and only then did he begin to move. He did this slow grinding roll with his hips that’d like to drive me crazy and I went with it, the sensations indescribable. He was winding me up slowly to watch me go, stoking the fire so that when he poured more fuel on it I would erupt, and I couldn’t say I minded one bit. Just the opposite in fact.

“Lay back so I can fuck you right,” he demanded finally, just when I thought I was going to lose my mind because while what he was doing felt so good, it wasn’t near enough to get me off and he’d reached a holding pattern rather quickly.

I lay back slowly, carefully against the kitchen island and he bent over me, cradling my head so I wouldn’t smack it against the granite. When he was sure I wasn’t going to give myself a concussion, he straightened up and wrapped his arms around my thighs, dragging my ass practically off the edge of the counter. His hands firmly on my hips he grinned wicked and wild and said, “Oh god, I wanna watch those glorious tits of yours bounce.”

I braced myself, knowing what was coming and he didn’t disappoint. He slammed his body into mine to the absolute hilt and I arched, crying out with just how good that felt.

“More!” escaped my mouth and he obliged, setting a dirty, punishing pace that set me on fire from the inside in all the right ways.

“That’s! My! Girl!” he said, each word punctuated by a mean thrust that did unimaginable, beautiful things to me.

He fucked me so hard that he would have to pause from time to time and drag me back to the edge of the counter. I closed my eyes, body arching lightly as he filled me and pushed me to the brink. I was riding that fine line where pleasure was pain and pain just added to the pleasure and he knew that he had me; that he played me like a country fiddle.

I opened my eyes to watch him drag the pad of his thumb across his tongue as if to thumb through paperwork. Instead, he thumbed through the curls at the top of my sex, grinning in triumph when he found that hard little kernel of flesh, teasing it gently, surprisingly lightly in counterpoint to the beautiful chaos he was inflicting with his cock.

He shoved into me savagely and stroked over my clit, sparks igniting and catching; the winds of our passions fanning the flames and before I knew what was happening, I was devastated by the ensuing wildfire. My spine bowed so hard just my ass and the crown of my head made contact with the grounding element of the granite stone countertop of my kitchen island. Thankfully, Rush’s arms filled the space behind my back, keeping me from breaking. He gathered me up, holding me tightly and gave one final thrust into my pussy while simultaneously pulling my body down onto him and I swear to god, it felt so good, I very nearly blacked out from it.

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