Page 34 of Verse Two
That right there was enough for me. I lifted my head and claimed her lips again, trying like hell to convey just how deep my feelings for her went in our kiss.
Vulnerability wasn’t her strength, so I needed her to know that loving me—trustingme—wasn’t something I took lightly.
“Brick.” She whispered my name between kisses, and the sound was enough to undo me right then. My hands slid down her waist, and I thrust myself up against her, wanting her to feel my desire for her.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she rolled her hips again, more deliberately this time, so that she was pressed down against me.
“Take this off,” I said, already pulling her sweater over her head. I tossed it aside, revealing the cream lace of her bra. I brushed over her breast with one hand and unhooked the back of it with the other. Once she was completely undressed from the waist up, I thumbed her nipples until they pebbled underneath my fingers.
I pulled her closer and kissed her deeply as my hands roamed over her bare skin. I felt her hands exploring, too, until they made it to the waistband of my pants. Shaking my head, I gently lifted her from my lap, standing with her in my arms before lowering her onto the sofa. She looked up at me, breathing heavily. Her eyes were searching mine.
“You good, Doll?” I asked, stroking a thumb against her cheek. She nodded.
I smirked and pressed another kiss to her lips before trailing down her jaw, across her throat, and down to the soft skin just above her collarbone.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” I said before kissing the swell of her breast. I let my tongue circle her nipple until she trembled, and her hands gripped the back of my head.
She moaned as I continued exploring lower. She arched into me, prompting me to smile against her skin before I planted kisses down her stomach and across her hips, until I was on my knees in front of her, spreading her thighs with my hands.
Her voice shook as she called my name. “Brick . . .”
I kissed her inner thigh. “Relax. I got you, baby.”
Annoyed that her little skirt had shorts attached to it, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of it and her panties, and slid them down her legs, leaving her bare and open in front of me.
For a minute, I just admired the beauty that was her anatomy. Her chest rose and fell heavily, both sets of her lips were parted, and her eyes were on me, with nervousness and hunger swirling in them.
I could feel her anticipation as I observed every inch of her, and when my eyes made it back to her center, I leaned in and kissed her other thigh before allowing my tongue to slide across her folds slowly.
“Oh my—” She gasped, and her hips jerked.
I smirked and lifted one hand to hold her steady as I continued, licking and sucking gently. I took my time tasting her, taking note of the way her body responded to every flick and swirl.
Her reactions were all over the place—one minute she was whispering gibberish, and the next she was screaming while squeezing my shoulders. I was taking a lot of pleasure in learning what pleased my woman.
“Brick.” She whimpered, breathless, as her head fell back against the cushion.
“Wassup, Doll?” I asked before diving back in.
Instead of responding, she let out a sigh as my tongue focused on her clit. I drew small circles before sucking it gently.I listened to the way her moans grew louder, and her legs began to vibrate around me.
I knew she was close when her thighs clenched around my head, and her body began to shudder. She was clearly trying to hold on, with her breath catching with every stroke of my tongue.
“Gone ’head and let go, baby,” I whispered against her. I locked eyes with her as I sucked her clit again, adding pressure that I knew would send her over the edge.
She let out a loud cry as her back arched and her body convulsed. She ground her hips against my mouth as she rode out her climax, and I was right there to catch it all.
When she was finally still, I kissed her thigh again, making it twitch before I wiped my mouth lazily and moved up her body, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
“I love you,” I said, kissing her again. “So fuckin’ much.” I then kissed her deeply, claiming her tongue with my own as I positioned myself at her entrance. I slid into her slowly, wanting her to feel every inch as I invaded her sacred space. The way she wrapped around me, so warm and tight, was a feeling I’d never get over.
We let out similar groans as our bodies pressed closer, our hands exploring each other.
“Baby,” she said in a breathy tone, her eyes fluttering.
“I’ll never get over how good you feel. This shit is unreal.” I continued to move inside her, slow and deep, hoping she felt how much I loved her. How much I needed her.
She whispered my name as we came together.
