Page 41 of Why Cheese?
My “wonderful” crashes against his lips. They’re tight and wound, like a spring about to snap. But, as he lingers with just a bare touch against mine I kiss back, and Brie opens up. His mouth softens and he beckons me in.
A sensation of winter overwhelms me. Not just the cold and ice, but of fresh pine trees roaring on a fire and wool blankets curled around my legs while I thumb through pages. It’s comfort, safety, hope, a light against the long dark. All things I haven’t known in a long time.
Tears burn in my tightly closed eyes. Brie brushes his nose against mine and he slips back. “I’ve never told anyone that. No one’s ever asked. Oh. Are you…okay?”
A fat droplet slips down my cheek. I don’t even bother to catch it. The loss of his touch pounds through me but that isn’t why I’m crying. These are happy tears but saying it will make me sound crazy.
“Brie?” I find my voice, my smile genuine even as it wobbles. “Would you like to paint me?”
He lights up but pauses and shakes his head. “No.”
No?
“Right now, I want to lay you down and make love to every scintillating inch of your body.”
I start to pant hard, my palms sweating at the idea.Keep it cool, Vi. Be mysterious, and suggestive, and cool.
With a hearty slug to this arm, I shout, “M-kay.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Stroking Swiss
BRIE SHOVES THE boxes off of the table with both arms. “I’m so very tired of cleaning,” he declares, gripping the table’s edge and staring up at me. Fire sparks in his icy eyes and I’m starting to melt. “Let’s get dirty.”
I almost giggle at the corny line, but the ferocity in his tone chokes me. Brie roughs up his hair until one eye hides behind the blond fringe. Pacing toward me like a visually impaired tiger, he licks his lips, then launches forward. Both of his hands glide around my waist and slip below my shirt.
“How’s that?” he snarls and rakes his nails up my back.
“Oh, yes. That spot right there!” I cry out, giving in to the thrill of him scratching the unreachable.
“Um…” Brie blinks and shakes back his hair. A playful smile darts across his lips, but he wrangles them back into a sneer. “Here!” he says before cupping the small of my back and kissing me. As he plies open my lips with his tongue, his hands find gainful employment. One keeps dragging his nails down my back, catching my bra band with each go. The other slips down to cling to my hip, pressing me against his chest.
I struggle to keep up with his adventurous tongue, constantly getting distracted by the bulge riding right below my navel. Brie moans around my lips, his pronounced Adam’s apple trembling. His eyes are shut so tight and his cheeks flush to a strawberry milkshake pink.
It’s adorable. I trace my palm down his chest, a cascading drum set beating below my hand. Fine, soft hair beckons me down the dip of his sternum toward his belly button. For being the quiet, bookish one, he’s hirsute like a golden bear. I roll my fingers through it, aching to give a tug.
Suddenly, Brie lunges forward. His eyes open wide and he clamps both of his hands to my ass. “Let’s do it,” he declares, sounding rather iffy on both the verb and noun in that sentence.
I giggle in the familiar awkward dance of two people trying to figure out where best to touch someone new when my feet leave the ground. Brie hefts me up onto the table. In a panic—from not anticipating his move and one of the legs wobbling under me—I wrap my arms around his head and hang on for dear life.
“Violette?” He cries out from below my chest.Oh god, I’m smothering him with my tits.
“Sorry.” I order my fingers to let go and he takes a deep breath.
Brie drops an elbow to the table, and the leg rocks to the right. I flail, trying to keep myself steady and grip onto the edge instead of him. He shakes back his hair and smiles at me. “There,” he declares like a mission-accomplished banner should unfurl from the ceiling.
His fingertips skirt from my chin up to my jaw, and he bends down to kiss me. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, straining to meet him, my eyes closed tight and heart pounding. He doesn’t kiss like I expect. There isn’t an uncertainty to his touch, nor does he overcompensate by overpowering me. Instead, Brie coyly leads me in this makeout dance. A glance of his tongue against my mouth parts my lips, then we’re rolling together.
I sit up higher, losing myself in his touch. Brie grows more daring and breaks away to suck on the hollow of my ear.
“Holy…wow,” I gasp, cupping the back of his head. As I pull him closer, the table rocks to the left, squeezing my thighs together. “Umph.” A moan slips out from the long-ignored throb rising from my clit.
Wrap your legs around that sexy, skinny Viking. Split yourself in half on that teasing cock.
I reach for his pants and manage to get a pinkie under his waistband when Brie sits back. “You…” He tousles his hair to the other side of his head, then he growls. “You’re far too overdressed.”
He lifts his hands off of the table and rounds them over my hips while pressing his forehead to mine. A soft pant begins as he catches my shirt and starts to lift it. Just as Brie reaches my breasts, I kiss him. He nearly abandons my shirt entirely to hold my cheek, but the promise of naked tits must beckon him onward.
