Page 17 of Red, White, and You

I gasp, but he tugs my t-shirt up, and when his mouth closes over one of my breasts, his hot tongue teasing my nipple with firm strokes, his flannel shirt is the last thing on my mind.

He nips at my breast, then sucks my nipple into his mouth with a hard pull, and a shot of lust shoots down into my core, pulling my muscles tight.

“Oh god.” I tighten my fingers in his hair as he teases my nipple into a painful peak that has a direct connection to the desire building between my legs. He bites down and that tether pulls taut, sending a rush of liquid heat to my center. “Brady…”

He yanks the flannel from my arms, then pulls my shirt up and over my head, sliding it down my arms in a way that pushes them behind me. With my wrists trapped in the cottonfabric, he holds them behind my back and claims my mouth again in a fierce, hungry kiss. He pulls back to look down at my breasts and his eyes darken with lust. He takes them both in his hands, then splits his time between the two, licking and nipping and suckling them until my breathing is ragged and loud, and my body rejoices in anticipation of what this man can do with his tongue.

I tug free of my shirt and slam my hands into his hair, massaging his head as he suckles my breasts.

When he’s satisfied that both nipples are painfully erect, the dusty pink tips flushed to a deep rose and swollen from his mouth, Brady unzips my jeans, then slides them down my legs. He unlaces my hiking boots and helps me step out of them. My jeans quickly follow, leaving me in nothing but a thin strip of lacy red panties.

He looks up at me with a boyish smirk. “I didn’t plan this.”

I laugh. “You sure about that?”

He stands and reaches his hand over his head to tug his shirt off, a sly smile pulling at his lips. “Well, I planned this, I just didn’t plan for it happening the very first night.” He tosses his shirt onto the bed behind me, then flashes a mischievous grin. “There’s only one bed in this cabin, Brielle; I’d absolutely planned on sharing it with you.”

I lick my lips and glance toward the bed in question, then back into his eyes. “Well, here we are.”

“Here we are.” He starts to work on his jeans, and I drag my gaze slowly down his firm chest now dusted with dark hair, over the ridges of his abs, then down his happy trail to his fingers unbuttoning his jeans.

Far too slowly.

“I thought we’d have some playtime first, you know? Maybe some water sports… I know how you used to love being in the water—”

“Brady?”

His fingers still on the final button of his fly. “Yeah?”

I look up into his eyes. “You talk too much.”

With a wicked grin, he grabs me quickly, lifting me into the air, and as he steps toward the bed, he claims the breast closest to his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip. He stops to lower me onto the bed, then quickly steps out of his jeans, freeing his cock. It juts out before him, hard and thick. He leans over, then slides his hands between my skin and lace to tug my panties down. I scoot to the middle of the bed and open my legs for him.

Brady’s eyes darken as he looks between them, then he climbs onto the bed and slides his arms beneath me, wrapping them around each thigh and opening me up further. His hot breath hits my center and sends a shiver through my heated body, then his mouth closes over me and he suckles my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

My fists tighten in the bedding. My back arcs, pressing my pussy more firmly into his hungry mouth. He moves down, teasing my lips with his tongue until I begin to buck, desperate for more than just gentle, teasing strokes, then he plunges his tongue inside me.

The sounds he pulls from me are carnal, animalistic sounds, but he doesn’t stop, just feasts on me hungrily until my legs start to shake, then everything tightens at once, and my thighs try to squeeze together against the barrage of pleasure. He forces them open, holding me captive while he massages my clit with his tongue until I’m gasping his name, buckinghard against each stroke, fucking his face, riding each movement of his mouth until my orgasm grips me, claims me, rolls through my body with spasms and sparks, heating my veins and setting off fireworks behind my eyelids.

He paces the rhythm of each tongue stroke to match my breathing until I come back to earth, slow and steady, gently lapping at my flesh until I’ve unclenched my fists and my legs are boneless on the bed. Then he moves on top of me, pressing his cock firmly between my legs. I jerk at the sensation, so sensitive still from my orgasm, and Brady smiles.

“I still love making you come.”

My eyes close on a contented sigh. “Me too.”

Brady chuckles, then the bed dips as he climbs off of it. “Hold that thought.” He rummages through his jeans, then the bed moves again as he climbs back onto it.

I open my eyes and look up at him. He’s kneeling between my legs, opening a foil packet. I look down at his beautiful cock as he slides a condom over it, then smile as he lowers himself over me again. He presses his tip to my opening and a new rush of desire floods my core.

His blue eyes dance over my face, looking at me everywhere all at once, like he’s taking me in, really seeing me after all these years. The differences, the age. I’m not the fresh-faced girl he knew back then… and yet, his eyes hold nothing but appreciation in their depths. Appreciation and…

Love.

I reach up and cup his face. “It’s been almost twenty years, and you still look at me like…” I shake my head, emotion tightening my throat.

“Like you’re the love of my life?”

My breath catches, and my response comes out almost a sigh. “Yes.”

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