Page 54 of No Regrets

“You’re all I think about.” He leaned forward, kissing her deeply, as if they’d never kissed before.

Her lips were soft and coated in her favorite gloss, a strawberry flavor that went straight to his brain worse than a glass of whiskey on an empty stomach. Opening her mouth wider, she moaned and sucked his tongue deeper. He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted her, and he wanted her now.

He slid his hands to her rear and scooted her off the washer. She gasped, laughing as she locked her arms and legs around him, smiling around his kiss. He started walking to their bedroom, squeezing her rear. If he had his way, they’d never come out of this damn room for as long as they lived.

He kicked the door open, going straight to the bed and laying her against it, his body hovering over hers. This was how it was suppose to be until the end of time. Yeah, quick wild rampages were nice if the mood struck, but Brianna deserved more. She deserved to be shown how much he loved her. Sex between them wasn’t sex. It was love, and he’d prove it to her right now.

He pulled back, looking down into her lustful and content gaze. She was perfect in every way. He smiled just to see her smile back, and she did. Her smiles warmed his heart like the sunshine on a hot summer day. He loved seeing her happy, making her happy.

“You look scared,” she commented.

“Nah. Just contemplating my next move.” He kicked off his shoes, then pulled off hers.

“Since when have you had to contemplate what to do during sex?” She lay perfectly still watching his every move.

He reached for her socks, pulling them off her feet, then answered. “It’s not that kind of contemplation.”

After he’d taken care of that, he crawled over her, stopping when he was perfectly able to press his lips against her neck. She smiled, giving his access and sliding her hands across his back.

“What kind of contemplation is it?” She slid her hands to into his waistband and tried to cup his behind.

He trailed kisses along her neck until his face was right in hers, his lips an inch above hers. “What makes you happy?”

“I’m pretty sure anything you do will make me happy.” She slid her hands up his back grabbing his tee. With the swift move of a woman on a mission, she flipped their positions and was now poised above him. “Sit up.”

He pushed up, liking her new sudden chance at taking control. She’d never shown any interest before, and he just figured she didn’t want the hassle. Now she was straddling his thighs and giving him orders.

She tugged the shirt over his head, throwing it behind her, carelessly to the floor. His blood already boiled from wanting her, but taking their time was fun. The slow seduction, the soft caresses. Her hands all over him. He laid back, gripping her denim clad thighs. For now, she could do whatever she wanted.

“You want to know a secret?” Her thumbs stroked his nipples while she leaned over him, lightly biting at his lower lip.

He could barely think, yet he wanted to know more. He nodded his head thinking it’d be something light or unimportant. Something that could have waited until his brain was working completely again, and his skin cooled drastically.

“I want you to come in my mouth.” She covered his mouth with her own, thrusting her sweet little tongue inside and sucking his in a mimicking motion of her words.

“Whoa, babe.” Kaden pulled away, gasping for breath. At some point, his hands slid to her backside, and he pushed her groin against his and let out a sound of pleasure. “That’s great and all, but I definitely want more than a blowjob.”

She grinned. “Who said that’ll be it?”

Her mouth mimicked his earlier motions, kissing his neck, sliding across his hot skin, nipping lightly with her teeth. She soothed the slight pain with the soft, silky caress of her wet tongue and a groan escaped from his lips.

She worked her way downward, knowing exactly how to touch and kiss and caress without him even telling her. Expertly her body slid down his, and he missed touching her. He missed feeling her near him. Her mouth played around his navel, trailing hot wet kisses across his skin.

“Bree, baby.” His breaths were coming in shallow pants.

“Shh.” She slid his belt through the buckle and from the loops, then unsnapped his jeans and pulled down the zipper. She took special ease lowering it over his bulging erection. “Lift up.”

He did, pushing his body up with weak arms. Every bit of his strength came went to self-control. He wasn’t a teenager on a sex high looking to get laid with the first skirt that walked by. He was a grown man, who had his fair share of blowjobs and sexual experiences in his life, and he didn’t really need to remind himself to keep in control.

But Brianna’s hand wrapped around him, and all that bullshit went out the window. “You know, I’ve touched you plenty of times, but I never realized how soft you were.”

She slid her hand up his shaft, then back down. Kaden bit his lip, trying to keep in control but Brianna knew the right amount of pressure, at just the right speed. He’d never be able to look at her in the same way again.

“You have to promise to let me touch you more often.” She grinned, bending over as she fisted the root and slid the tip of him between her lips.

His vision blurred. A sound came from him, though everything was muted to his ears. All he felt was her mouth around him, her fist sliding gently up his length, then back down. She teased him, the little wench, circling the tip with her tongue and then sucking as much as she could take inside her mouth.

“Brianna, I can’t take much more.” She slid her free hand up his thigh, creating a working rhythm that had him straining, gripping the sheets around them to keep from coming. And she didn’t let up. If anything, she went faster, her head bobbing, her fist sliding up and down his spit-slippery shaft. And dammit if he didn’t look down at her, at his penis going between her lips, and shoot like a geyser at Yellowstone National Park.

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