Page 44 of Why Cheese?
“HolyshitI’mcomingrightnow!” shoots out of me in one long cry as my body compresses then explodes around him. Brie hangs on for dear life, his lips pressed to my bounding cleavage. I keep thrusting, chasing after that fast and hard burst of pleasure trying to cleave me in half.
“Yes! Yes!” I shout, able to maintain coherency for about ten seconds. Then…
“Achoo!” The sneeze is tiny, almost adorable. I steady my shoulders, certain it’s just the one this time.
My nose crinkles. “Oh no,” I gasp. A mess of sneezes erupts in machine-gun fashion. Burning up my chest, I cover my nose to try to stop them, but it’s impossible. They’re like a dry cough rattling in my nostrils with no end until…
One last big sneeze shakes my body and I ram into Brie tits first. Liquid hot shame drips down me, as well as a gallon of arousal.
“Are you okay?” Brie asks from somewhere inside my cleavage. I’m too embarrassed to look.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “I should have warned you that, um, if I have a, do this, I sneeze a lot after… I mean, it has to be an orgasm and a good one. I think. I don’t know. It doesn’t always happen, but when it does, I can’t stop and—”
“Violette.” Tender palms brush over my shoulders and Brie pulls me down to his lap. I nearly gasp as my pulsing bits mold around his rock-hard bulge. Brie brushes back my hair, his eyes patient and kind. “That was adorable.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Also, you nearly smothered me to death in your bosom, something I only ever thought possible in my naughtiest dreams.”
I laugh at his reaction but keep bracing for the worst of it. “It’s just that other…people don’t think, men really get upset if—. Um. Adorable?”
I didn’t think to bring it up because I never expected to get off. Maybe hit a level one with the possibility of a single weird sneeze, certainly not a massive sneezing-fit orgasm.
Brie laughs and brushes his thumb across my lip, tracing my smile. “Having a woman explode into pleasure-induced sneezing is the strangely hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I lunge for his pants and undo them fast. Brie’s giddy expression shifts to worry for a second before I ply apart that corduroy fly and cup his cock. His eyes roll closed and his mouth drops open. I cinch around the base then kiss him hard. While I sweep through his mouth with my tongue, I jerk up the hot, pliable skin and Brie whispers what is probably Swedish against my mouth.
As I circle up to the thick, slightly oblong head, Brie sits up. “Bed. We were, the bed? Yes?”
“Bed sounds fantastic.” I give one last, languid stroke and Brie kisses me. He locks his hands around my waist and manages to pop up to his feet while holding me. The power of the boner.
Kissing, we fumble back toward the bed with the single fitted sheet tossed on top. Just as the back of my knees hit, I cry out, “Wait!”
Brie opens his hands in shock and I fall. It would be very dramatic if I wasn’t only a foot above a mattress. I gesture to one of the bags on the counter. “We need a…”
“This?” he asks, holding up one of three boxes of condoms I picked up along with the Pledge.
I nod vehemently as he walks back while fiddling with the package. “What is it?” Brie asks just as he pops open the box. A strip of condoms unrolls to the floor. Brie’s face turns bright pink as he puts it all together. “Oh. Um.”
Reaching off of the bed, I catch one on the end and tear it free. With protection in hand, I take Brie by his. The rest of the box falls to the floor as he bends over to kiss me. I shove the last of his trousers down his legs, getting a thrill from the loud thud as they land on his feet. While sucking on his lip, I work the icy green latex down his cock.
“Is that…?” Brie glances down and gulps at his dick going Day-Glo. “Good?”
I latch onto his biceps and pull. “Let’s find out.”
He scoops his hands under me, helping to push me higher up the bed. I stumble with, trying to find the right spot on the bowing mattress. His hands slip down my back to my ass, and he hefts my hips off of the bed.
“I need you,” Brie groans, falling to his knees. I slide my calves over his waist, then strain back with my thighs. Cupping his cock in one hand while holding me in the other, Brie guides himself toward me.
Okay. Here we go. This is…
“Hot queso!” I shout. That long, dusty year catches up to me fast. Even though I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, it’s a tight fit.
“Are…are you…? Damn me to hell,” Brie sputters in a groan. “Are you okay?”
“It’s a lot to take in at once,” I say.
He chuckles and releases my hips. My ass starts to fall, but he goes with it. Brushing his lips over my neck, Brie whispers, “If I had a krona every time I heard that…”
